On the 8th day, God created Girl Scout Cookies. 

And what a miracle is it, as I sit in the library stuffing my mouth with a "guap"(1) of Thin Mints, not waiting to swallow before stuffing another cookie in that blackhole of a mouth I seem to have. Here I sit, procrastinating from the ominous fate that lies in between the two cardboard flaps labeled "Communication Research Methods."  FUCK ME. The last week before Spring Break always has this tendency to move at a tortoise pace (2).  One more exam and then the SDSU shackles on my wrist are relieved... unfortunately for me, only temporarily.  "You can do, you can do it!" are the words that I reassure myself repeatedly with.  Nonetheless, it looks like I'll need more than an invisible cheerleader to actually start studying, seeing that I've only read about 2 sentences thus far. DOUBLE FUCK ME.

I can't seem to get into the rhythm of things this semester... Not that I typically have any kind of steady rhythm anyhow... It's more like a bunch of irregular beats at random times, but yet surprisingly work in the end.  NOT this time though... the internal rhythmic pendulum is on mute.  Dead silence. A number of hard-to-handle tribulations and challenges have befallen my path this semester. And I have struggled to deal with certain things and struggled harder to ignore others. But what's life without a little entrophy???!  Secretly, I think the masochist in me actually adores the confusion and the pain the goes along with it. Go me!--there's that damn invisible cheerleader again.

I told myself I would go back to studying at 2:30... and my clock now reads 2:39.  DAMMIT.

Endnotes:

(1) Thank you Lil Wayne for expanding my vocabulary in ways that Merrium or Webster couldn't possibly have achieved.

(2) In this sentence, I use the word "tortoise" in a stereotypical manner... The stereotype being that tortoises are slow.  One can argue the inverse, however, saying that NOT ALL tortoises are slow...  Take for example The Ninja Turtles... WHAT SPEEDY MUTHAS!