The last day of a stressful 11 weeks, but the first of an even more stressful 5 days.

I’m stressed out of my ass. I haven’t had one of these blogger shits since highschool, I feel this is 2009’s answer to xanga.

I love my girlfriend, she is the best. I still get that warm fuzzy feeling like I’m going to throw up when I’m around her still.

Anyway, about the stress. Fear of fucking does cross my mind. I am scared about failing in life. I am scared that I’m not as smart as I used to be. Then there’s Lydia and she still thinks that I’m super genius, which keeps me thinking that I’m super genius. I cann’t wait to finish taking my DATs, to get those letters of rec, to press submit on that dental app. I think all the stress is why I’m breaking out so much, maybe I should clean my face more but it’s the stressssss!!! I swear it’s taking years off of my life

I hate finals week because I can’t workout and workingout is my outlet. I feel incomplete like I haven’t brushed my teeth if I don’t workout.

Yet I love finals week because it’s when you truly go out and compete and try to beat everyone else with your brain. I love competition.

I can’t wait to get Rex Trousers.