The past month or so, as evident in my lack of passion in my writing, has been an absolute chaotic mess. We're not even talking one bad thing after another, we're talking EVERYTHING.

I've been pulling all-nighters or almost all-nighters at least two or three nights a week every week in November and December. I'd like to give shoutouts to the Starbucks staff who has my order memorized now, and to my mom for making me get up on the coldest mornings at 6 AM just so I can scrape ice off my car and make it on time to my early morning classes, and to the obscene number of people who have had to deal with me at my absolute worst as I've had to adapt to my life being this insane for the first time ever.

Working two jobs, going to school, getting all my homework done, studying for exams, making it to any and all sorority engagements, spending time with my boyfriend, meeting my deadlines and making it to bed every night in one piece has been incredible. Incredibly busy, incredibly frustrating, incredibly fun, incredibly stressful, and just so incredible on its own that I've barely even had time to wrap my mind around it until now.

I understand now why the day before finals is called Dead Day, and I understand just how scary the "I'm a poor college student just trying to do my best" diet is, given that there CLEARLY isn't one, which I'm realizing now thanks to the countless peanut butter cracker wrappers, goldfish crackers and coffee cup sleeves at the bottom of my backpack.

Basically, all day every day I've been doing one thing after another after another. But the mad scramble is finally over.

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