Eventful Times

I couldn't blog much last week because I was so excited and I didn't want to hint about my secret and ruin the surprise.
Yes, internet who doesn't read my blog, I'm going back home, and it's exciting as fuck. About the only not exciting thing there is about this whole ordeal is that it's balls cold in Maryland, but at least I'll have my friends to cuddle with for warmth.
And now time seems to be moving so quickly and so slowly at the same time. I really just don't give a damn about finals, which is probably why I have yet to really study for my chemistry final that is to take place in thirteen hours. Whoops. Luckily, I already know most of it (or at least I think I do).
I do enjoy life when I'm feeling completely irrational and overemotional and overly analytical, and I get self-conscious and self-pitying and all jittery-sad (which is an incredibly odd juxtaposition, I know), but then I realize that I am not to blame for these feelings and that it is in fact the entire fault of my uterus. It's such a good feeling, being able to blame irrationality on something besides my own mind. However, it doesn't make the feelings go away, but to these depressing notions I say suck it and go away because I don't need them feelings in my life.
...I should probably review my chemistry and maybe have a good, uterus-induced cry, and then go to sleep. Good idea, Caroline. Props to you and your wonderfulness.
Good night, world. Sweet dreams. Hopefully I'll wake up to an even brighter tomorrow.