Cramming has always been a habit (procrastinating is the more appropriate word but, what the hell, that's not the point) . Never will you see me studying for an exam weeks before the actual grind out. And yet, cramming never gets old. I'll admit, the outcome is never pretty, NEVER! but then again, pretty is a very relative word. There are just too many distractions in life, and sad to say, I never had the discipline to block these distractions out. Then there is that inspiring promise to do better after an everything-gone-wrong exam. But, Lo and Behold, cramming rears its ugly, beautiful, and tempting head.
I can't imagine my life, though, without cramming. It just won't be complete. No more late nights, no more coffee, no more cigarette puffing in the middle of the night, and worst of all, no more eye bugs. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, they say. Hell, then those people are... shit(pardon my language). I say, the heavier your eye bugs are, the cooler you are, and most definitely, the prettier you are. Hell Yeah.
The second semester of this school year is nearing its end, and Finals week has already arrived. That can only mean intimate nights with your pen, cozy bed night stories with your book and hot coffee by your side, at the very least. Good news though, you know what they say about how there is always that light at the end of every tunnel. Well, that light is a fucking passing grade! or it could be as simple as an ice cold beer, or rock band-ing 'til the break of dawn, whatever that light of yours may be, study hard crammer, study hard.
I can't imagine my life, though, without cramming. It just won't be complete. No more late nights, no more coffee, no more cigarette puffing in the middle of the night, and worst of all, no more eye bugs. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, they say. Hell, then those people are... shit(pardon my language). I say, the heavier your eye bugs are, the cooler you are, and most definitely, the prettier you are. Hell Yeah.
The second semester of this school year is nearing its end, and Finals week has already arrived. That can only mean intimate nights with your pen, cozy bed night stories with your book and hot coffee by your side, at the very least. Good news though, you know what they say about how there is always that light at the end of every tunnel. Well, that light is a fucking passing grade! or it could be as simple as an ice cold beer, or rock band-ing 'til the break of dawn, whatever that light of yours may be, study hard crammer, study hard.
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for that, i will study hard. hehe.
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