Everybody knows you cried last night.

I can honestly say, as of right now I have never felt so shitty in my entire life.

(I'm allowing myself a few minutes of self wallowing.)

Alas, moping about it will do jack squat for everyone involved so I am forced to plough my way through this and hope I come out of the other end alive, even if slightly insane.

SIGH.

In the spirit of tomorrow's last Behavior paper, I took a Personality Test.

I got a 40% on Psychoticism. I'm not as bad ass as I deem myself to be, but I'm perfectly okay with that. Because the other day I saw a YouTube video of a baby bunny sleeping on a guy's hand and I peed myself from cooing and the sheer excitement of watching it nuzzle the guy's thumb. So, yeah I'm about as violent as a coughing gnome.

I am, however 57% neurotic. At first I was offended, but realizing there was no one else around I stopped lying and agreed wholeheartedly.

Also, I got a 50% in the Lie Scale, which is by their definition "Present oneself in a favorable light according to perceived social norms and values."

And here I thought I was special and different.

Like a snowflake.

It is by the act of God's miracle (and strong black coffee) that I survived this month long finals. I've held on, quietly(sometimes not so quietly) accepting with such grace and patience, but this 29th I will stand at the plane door, yell out a "HA FUCKING HA LATER BIOTCH" and kiss this place adios.

You know what, I will not even kiss it. It deserves not my awesome kiss. I will just walk on, maybe flip it off, and not look back.

Also, I haven't bought my return ticket.

It's these small acts of rebellion that gives me strength to wake up in the mornings.

Now I'm going to continue my revision of Human Behavior by watching Fight Club.