Blink

I haven't been this scared in a long time
And I'm so unprepared so here's your valentine
Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody
This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me

I'm going to finish this later. I promise.

Edit:: I promised, didn't I?

It's Dead Week here on The Farm (yes, it's a nickname. Go wiki it if you don't believe me.), which means all sorts of fun. Dead Week is comprised of the 10th week of classes (we're on the quarter system, remember?), which I guess technically are 'optional', because professors aren't supposed to teach any new material but instead review for exams (of course almost all of my classes are nice enough to actually teach us new material though that will be on the final). A dreaded week of every quarter, and oh so easily forgotten once Week 1 rolls back around and we're happily discovering the quirks or pains of each new class that we enrolled in.

One of the perks of Dead Week though, is Primal Scream, whose name I believe is borrowed from Harvard (but the actual event is quite different: Harvard's Primal Scream involves streakers doing a lap around the quad). Every night of Dead Week, at midnight, everyone opens their windows or steps outside and lets out a howl at the top of their lungs. In that howl is all of the worries, troubles, stresses, tribulations, and problems that accompany everyday life. (actually, the name makes much more sense for our event than for Harvard's.)

I've got a few finals coming up in the week after next, and hopefully I can jump through all of the hoops that are set up for me. Fingers crossed?