Finals are horrible. Even though they will be over in two weeks, it feels like an eternity. I recommend keeping a safe distance from me until then, because I am beyond irritable. I had to get gas today, which seemed like the world’s biggest inconvenience. My car was at about an eighth of a tank. Even though I drive an average of a mile and a half a day, it seemed like a good idea to fill up because here in Boulder the thermometers are ringing in at near record low temperatures. It’s supposed to be about five degrees tonight. I pulled up to a pump only to discover that the credit/debit machine was out of order. This necessitated me getting back in my car, and backing up approximately 15 feet, and I nearly cried out of frustration. This is not normal. This is finals.
BUT… there is a bonus to finals that I forgot about until tonight: the inevitable acting out. Yes, acting out, like a small child who is over-tired, and misbehaves horribly as a result, perhaps enjoying it a little. In college, it meant finishing studying at midnight and drinking until three, only to get up at seven to study more. In grad school, it’s a little less exciting, especially in the frigid cold. I spent an embarrassingly long time at the library today, and there was class squished somewhere amidst those hours, and finals haven’t even technically started. However, tonight, I found myself drinking vodka, cooking obnoxiously garlicky pasta, and having a dance party to the Beta Band at inappropriate hours. I was giddy with glee, and pulling dance moves of which the details will not be disclosed. Did I mention that I have a presentation tomorrow at nine o’clock in the morning? Like I said, finals are horrible, but the consequential psychosis comes with the occasional swing of mania that makes it worthwhile for a hot minute.
In case you were wondering, the pasta was a garlic and olive oil masterpiece, with lemon, tons of parsley, and enough hot pepper flakes to guarantee heartburn at this late hour. I finished it off with some Parmesan. It was all my favorite ingredients piled up together on one plate. This is actually a frequent antidote for exhaustion and desperation in my apartment. On this particular occasion, I garnished it with some capers for a dose of briny, salty goodness. I will provide more detail one of these days, but not now, because I’m busy acting out. If we’re all very lucky, I will refrain from posting until after finals are over, and hopefully, I will have recovered from the urge to divulge such psychotic drivel.