Go Ahead, Laugh

I laugh at you. I laugh in the face of every last one of you, and you know who you are, and I laugh and laugh and laugh until I'm blue in the face, which is not good considering it would clash horribly with my eyes.

You have exams. I have nothing. I have freedom. FREEDOM.

So . . . this is my way of saying "nyah nyah nyah" to everyone who isn't me.

The school year has come to a close, and with that close, I have seen the end of the world that was filled with desperation and misery in the form of fill-in-the-blanks and multiple-choice. For three months, at any rate, but that's all I have to worry about. Now, I move onwards to a job.

No, let's not talk about the job. I want to talk about the boundless mirth I have, stemming from the misfortune of everyone else and the fortune of me.

So . . . that's my way of saying, "nyah nyah nyah" but with more eloquence.

The library here is filled with priceless novels and computers on which you can completely ignore the novels and simply upload the Sparknotes version. At the moment, every computer terminal is occupied and every book that could be of concievable use (and right now, concievable use goes as far as being a flat surface for someone to write on top of while they hold a study sheet in their lap) has been checked out. The atmosphere of the library is one of panic and fear and hypertension.

Walking through it, I am allowed to snicker at everyone else, because I do not have any.

Everyone is eating. Every table in the dining hall is full, every table in the rec center is taken, and everyone is craming in as much food and caffience-pumped food as they can. Everyone is insane here, and I get to calmly eat an ice cream for the purpose of enjoyment, rather than to benefit off the sugar for study purposes.

Cake Batter flavor. Trust me, it is good.

And the grass? Don't get me started on how little of it I can actually see. If a plane flew overhead and looked down, there would be a sort of carpet of blankets and books on every inch of the ground available, what with the library being filled with crazies and the dining hall bursting at the seams. We are all trying to study and cram every last bit of knowledge into our tiny little brains because we know that one extra second might be all the difference between failure and brilliancy.

"We" excluding me, of course.

So . . . nyah nyah nyah.