Ever feel like you’re one of those people from those commercials that’s just standing there while the blurry mass of pedestrians flash by you on the sidewalk.

Welcome to my life. Allow me to be emo for a sentence or two:

My world feels like it’s spinning at a million miles an hour; like my feet are glued to the roof of a speeding bus.

It’s the beginning of finals week. The one week of the semester where college students turn into sullen, nocturnal creatures who crave caffeine, adderall, and a break. The library is packed, my room is too comfortable, and the Davis Center is too distracting. I need to find a nook. Preferably one with a magical internet block on facebook, perez hilton, and wordpress.

With that said….only 11 days until break.