Popcorn, I truly believed at the time, could cure all of my woes. So who cares if tonight's going to be my second all nighter in three days? I've got popcorn. White cheddar covered popcorn.
It can save the world.
On related note: Can I get a hell yeah from all my homies out there going crazy at the end of this semester? Everyone around me seems to be dealing with a disgusting level of grace and maturity, saying things like, "Well, I don't have that much to do, because I did most of my reading and writing over spring break, so I'm pretty much done already" and then I hear the Kill Bill music and their faces are covered in red washes, and I want to pluck out their eyes or do the 5 Point Palm Exploding Heart Trick (or whatever the hell it is).
Also, I promise never again to type the word 'homies.' I realize it was probably a disturbing experience for all of you. I know it was for me. But sometimes, these things? They have to happen.