So there I am, studying like crazy because I've been procrastinating and not studying for my Psychology midterm.  I'm feeling rested because though I planned to stay up all night cramming while high on caffiene and chocolate, I decided that it would be in my best interest to get a good nights sleep.  Sleep does not equal studying.

So, I hide myself away in a computer lab and note the time.  I have two hours and 20 minutes in which to achieve this miracle.  Okay, no sweat.  I'm well into it, breathing is normal, blood pressure is down....In walks Carrie.  I try to duck, but it's no good.  She's seen me!!  It's okay...it's okay...she knows I have an exam. 

Carrie sits down beside me and asks me if I want to grab some lunch.  I decline of course...the clock is ticking.  So we strike up a nice little conversation that lasted for about 20 minutes or so.  Funny how I can resist the peer pressure, but all in all...it probably wouldn't have mattered if I had gone for lunch since our conversation took up approximately the same amount of time as woofing down a sandwich would have.  Sigh. 

So, Carrie leaves me to my work and I feel bad about telling her that I can't do lunch while feeling foolish for the wastage of time in spite of my declination.  Now I'm hungry.  So hungry I can't stand it.  So, half an hour before exam time, I sneak in to the buff for a snack.  I sit there trying my hardest to eat and study at the same time, but there is some chick sitting at the other table loudly snapping her gum.  AAAAAAGH!!!  She won't stop!!  I read one scentence and "SNAP".  I instantly forget what it said.  I try again..."SNAP".  This goes on for about 15 minutes until finally I get frustrated enough to leave.

So now it's exam time.  I take my seat and begin to answer the questions.  60 multiple choice.  Very wordy questions, I must say.  By the time I finished the exam, I was feeling pretty good about it.  Feels like an 80 or so.  I guess I'll find out on Tuesday.