It's official: Do or Die time is upon us.

I have less than 48 hours to prepare for the finance midterm.
For reasons still unknown to me, I am caring more about this class than any classes before it. It could be the prof. He makes fun of people for going to the bathroom, and has yelled at me for blowing bubblegum bubbles. He routinely calls people out for using cell phones during class, and makes me feel like a complete idiot when I answer his questions incorrectly.

I wonder: Do the other students admire a prof more when he takes, and gives, absolutely no bullshit in a class?

That, my friends, is the fastest way to my heart: call me out for being a fool. No lie.

But enough of that. I am writing here instead of feverishly cramming for this exam. That has to tell you something....

In other interesting news - I played net in a hockey tournament this weekend. It consisted of three games, basically back-to-back, and a shittonne of drinking. Considering the fact that, before last weekend, I had not played between the posts in over 5 years.... our three losses in a row could have been much worse.
HOWEVER. If a loose groin is a happy groin, mine is about to commit suicide.

"I take life by the fistfuls"