Finals are going to eat me alive...

I hate finals. There. I said it. I know this kind of harsh, frank street-talk may be a bit too "edgy" for some of you, but it needed to be said. They start next week, and I know I am going to hate it all. Fortunately, I only have three: Philosophy of Religion (not bad), American History before 1877 (easy as hell), and Contemporary Philosophy (I'm screwed). Throw in on top of all that a final contemptible paper, a final group project in Public Speaking, and the general mayhem commonly associated with finals, and it will shape up to be a week from Hell.

In other news, I went to the Warren Hall Christmas party. It was fun, if uneventful. I hung out with friends, and had some food, and mocked Santa (did you know it's an anagram of Satan?). I don't think there's much else to add except that after the Contemporary final, LPG, Brit, Katie, and I are going to go get trashed. We are philosophers, after all. Oh, and then Logan and I have to grade Ethics finals. Damnation.