A Chihuahua named Cruella DeVille eating coffee grounds

Note: This blog contains many metaphors. I cannot think clearly enough to describe things well enough to be coherent


Before I go further, let me just say this:

Saying I'm a little stressed out is like saying Lincoln was a little assassinated.

I always get like this during finals. You know the type of person that you swear, if drawn as a cartoon or caricature when stressed, would have hair like Cruella DeVille's?



Yeah, that sums it up quite well. That's what I'm like at the moment. I have always been like this during finals, too. I get ridiculously stressed out and high strung and jittery. Think "coffee grounds-eating chihuahua."

I always think the worst. I have a guaranteed A? Oh no! What if I get a B? I'll be so upset! Getting a C? I'm going to fail!!!

Yeah...I tend to be a bit high strung. Any more and I would pop like a guitar string. And would you believe that taking deep, "calming" breaths makes me nervous and start crying? And that having a clear mind makes me think "Oh dear G-d what's wrong with me?" Silly as it sounds, all I want to do right now is to scream my head off, tell all of my instructors to f*^% off unless they can give me no WORSE than a C (and even that's pushing it), curl up in a dark room, on a comfortable couch, under a warm blanket, with chocolate ice cream and a classic Disney movie I know by heart. And having this furry guy napping in my lap, too.

I just want to fast forward to 1:30 pm on Thursday and get it all over with.

But now I have to go back to studying. Bleh.