The end of the semester: Hurricane
About a week more to go and all you want to do is study. Reading, Google-ing and typing is all you wanna do; writing papers is your drug, you'd kill someone who'd dare distract you. You listen to the New Young Pony Club and the Mindless Self Indulgence and forget to eat, not only because your fridge is empty, but also because gulping on the infinite resources of the Internet and the AUBG Library fuels your brain, which has long since merged with your stomach.
