December192001

Comm Theory's my bitch. That's right. You heard me. I nailed that final, and I mean that in the most non-sexual way possible. I'll find out in about three hours what I got on it, but thanks to Scott and my spontaneous study session last night, I actually knew what the hell I was doing on that test.

My phone rang around 6:45PM, shortly after I had returned from being a Viking in my acting final, and it was Scott, who was downstairs, asking if I wanted to study.

One hundred plus notecards, a mutual mug of tea, five slices of pizza, an episode and a half of the Simpsons, numerous back massages, four screaming fits, ten minutes of a basketball game, eight relationship stories and seven and a half hours later we're both lying on the floor flicking note cards at one another, forgetting everything we had learned somewhere around 1:00AM.

Scott --You know it's only 2:30, Meg

Meg -- ONLY 2:30? "Only 2:30" is one thing if there's a beer in my hand but "Only 2:30" of nothing but Comm theory? Oh no no no, my friend! Just kill me now!

I don't think there has every been that much information in my head at one time, but it was worth it. Well, at least it'll be worth it until I'm driving home tonight sometime after 9 and falling asleep at the wheel because I have barely slept at all today.

Currently I'm waiting very patiently for it to all that information to go away so I have room to shove Broadcast Journalism up there for my 7PM final tonight.

My acting final was a good time yesterday, though. I was an Elizabethan Viking wearing Dockers that HAD to be tied on (and even then they didn't stay up to well) a brown jacket and a red cape and my neon green Adidas deck shoes. And of course, this HUGE Viking hat with horns that I kept getting caught on everything. It was a good time, though. Nothing quite like getting graded on how much on an ass you make of yourself on stage. And we all know me, so I should have done well on this final.

One more final left...

ONE MORE FREAKING FINAL UNTIL I CAN GO HOME!

I'm going through Parkside withdrawl...which is scary as shit, I must say. I guess when 3.5 months of your life is totally wrapped up in one thing, you're going to miss it, even if it was an incredible source of stress. Hopefully now that it's cold and I'm no longer wearing my shorts (yes, the short shorts...what else?) my stalker wont be back. And maybe no one will hit my car either! It's something to hope for.

Okay...going to study, I guess...maybe...or pack...or study...or do nothing...we'll see.

And to those of you who have been done with your finals since last week...SUCK IT!