Z minus six days: Insert primal scream here

Gods, I am so tired. Every time I turn around there's something else I have to do. And suddenly both of my teachers- even my nice, laid-back Soc teacher- expect us to have all our reviewing for the finals done by Friday. For me that means reading a couple Soc chapters (no problem) and doing a ton of Algebra problems. Problem. Not because it's obscinely difficult or anything- some of it is- but because there's a ton of graphing, and it takes forever.

Does anyone happen to know, by the way, what the point of hyperbolas is? It just seems very random to me for some reason.

Ah well.

Eye doctor's office called yesterday to reschedule the appointment. Which is okay, because I really didn't want to go today anyway. It'd take hours out of my studying time, and who knows what shape I'd be in when I got back? If they decided to dialate me I would be screwed. So it works out okay.

I'm just... ugh. Bouncing off the walls, almost ready to throw my Algebra book across the room, and perfectly willing and able to kill anyone who interrupts me or pisses me off. Finals is like temporary insanity, right? That's what I thought.

I'm horribly jealous of all of you who've finished your finals stuff and gone home for the summer.

One more week.

Also, am starting to lose what little patience I still have with the "party crowd" at school. You know the ones I mean- you're hauling ass to the library to cram in some more studying, and they're dancing around the quad playing music and swearing cheerfully at one another, not a care in the world, discussing this weekend's beer blast at the top of their lungs. They've given up on passing their classes, so the world is one big party now. Never mind the fact that two thirds of the student body is a hair short of homicidal due to finals, and they should really Just. Shut Up.

I know, I know, I'm just being bitchy and evil because of finals. I know this. I just can't do much about it- I don't have the energy to be nice to morons right now. Especally since they keep running me over and walking into me like I'm not even there. I'm so tired of being invisible.

One more week. Less, even. Two more classes, one more test, two finals.

Have I mentioned that conic sections suck? (They're also kinda useless, but never mind that...)

Still no sign of Spike. Although I guess I could waste some time fishing Spike the action figure out from the box in the corner... but I'm kind of afraid to dig too deeply into the corner. God knows what's in there that might bite me. (Spike, obviously, but also possibly some X-Men. And maybe Snape. Haven't seen Snape for a while...)

Wha. Evil finals. I just want to play with my toys, you know?

Okay. I think that's enough insanity for me for a while. I'm off to pester the neighbors with loud music and hit the *sigh* Algebra.