the nights that turn into mornings

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Welcome to finals week. The most distracted finals week of my entire scholastic career. It's not even that I have senioritis because there is no way in HELL I would trade any of this lifestyle for a real 9-5 and a salary. Eff that. College is amazing, and no one can convince me otherwise...

Which is exactly why I'll make it out of this mess with more student loans and degrees than any reasonable person should have. I decided this in the car today on the way to my internship. Step two after Shepherd is becoming more and more real and I'm becoming more and more resistant. Thought process number 4858793.9 tells me that I need to apply to Shepherd's Masters of Arts in Teaching program for the fall, get my teaching certification while working at a paper somewhere around here, living in an apartment on adorable German street and THEN going on to something intense and amazing like an M.A in Arts Journalism from Syracuse. From which I will write for Rolling Stone and then get my PhD., insist my students call me Dr. BT...and spend the rest of my days writing freelance and teaching college. I called mom to tell her when I was psyching myself up for internship stuff, and she approved!

That's not what this was supposed to be about.

What should I be doing right now? Writing my enterprise story on student internships and studying AP style for my exam tomorrow.

What AM I doing? Rocking out to "Catch Hell Blues" by The White Stripes with my sound-proof headphones because Alicia is watching "The Hills" and "The Hills" makes my IQ drop. Oh and blogging. Dork. Oh my God...I want to see the White Stripes live again! That was the most incredible and only positive experience I had on George Mason's campus.

I don't understand finals week. Honestly? Not having my exam until 12 tomorrow is seriously one of the reasons I went over to hang out with the boys next door and then over to my little's place. Everyone on this damn campus is drinking. Finals are NOT good, but, that goes along with my standardized test rant. It would be even more justified if I had slept this weekend. Instead, I stayed up all night watching the weather for SAI stuff Friday night, slept two hours and then drank until 3 on Saturday. BUT! We got busted by the cops! That's the first time in my life I've ever felt cool, even if he DID bust 20 idiots singing "I Like Big Butts" at the top of their lungs. Oh, and then there was the Border's experience.

Internship today was another one of those awkward days where I walked around Hagerstown Centre and asked people uncomfortable questions. Only, this time it wasn't about Daylight Savings, it was about holiday shopping. Front page material yet again fo sho. The shopping center DOES have a new Chipotle, though...and that my friends, is amazing. My last day there is Friday. Tragically.

Crap...12:25, this story and my exam are in less than 12 hours.

COFFEE? OOO! Grateful Dead.

Oh...and...has everyone seen the video footage of the long-eared jerboa?! He's ADORABLE!

Peace in the Middle East