too much pepper on my paprikash

"Repeat after me, 'pepper'."
"Pepper."
"Pepper."
"Waiter, there is too much pepper on my paprikash...but I would like to partake of your pecan pie."
"Peeeecaaaaaaaaan piiiiiiie."
- Quite possibly my favorite movie lines of all time. When Harry Met Sally

My fingernails are a light shade of purple, half because I just filled out an entire Blue Book for my Music in Medieval Monasteries and Convents final, and half because of the hyperactive air-conditioning in Hill Hall. This should not be happening. Why did the rain gods decide to pour down cold and heavy on the ONE day I chose to wear cardboard thin flip-flips, didn't check my Yahoo Weather Widget, haven't showered, and haven't eaten? This should not be happening. I distinctly remember thinking that my widget promised me in-your-face sunshine and wispy cirrus clouds. (Well, maybe that was just something I conjured up in my head, but I so hoped it to be true.) In other news, I failed my Organic II final today (seriously) - a straight up 60. That definitely should NOT have happened. Whoops. I know, you're probably omg-wtf-jaw to the ground-"your life is over" and that whole deal - but, it's okay, shake it off. I didn't study nearly as much as I should have, and instead of staying in last night, I was out enjoying yummy tilapia wrapped in filo-dough, a peach nectar, and baked rice pudding with Victoria yesterday at Talulla's. Yes, I had a mini-freak out session in the UL this morning, cussing left and right on G-mail chat thinking of all the woulda's, shoulda's coulda's, why didn't you's... but even with the exam grade, I still have an A- in the class. Life is better again.

As I'm writing this, I'm just as soaked and sopping wet as I was when I walked into my Music professor's office two hours ago to take the final. I'm waiting for the shower, my never-failing safe haven. Momentary shivers are running up my spine, and I really think I'm twitching every so now and then on account of my lack of sleep, and irregular intake of caffeine in the form of a chocolate-covered bean and a bottle of Pepsi.

All this rain is making me want to plop down by a bay window somewhere and read for pure enjoyment. I haven't read a good book in I don't know how long. I just want to become absorbed in one of those books where every sentence is like a tiny morsel of semi-sweet chocolate that you have to run over your tongue twice before digesting. Secretly, I'm craving Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - mmmm.

My brain has imploded. Time to pass out, only to wake up in 2 hours to pull an all-nighter for my much dreaded Genetics final. Have mercy. Good night.