The Bubonic Plague

Mood: huh?

Zombies everywhere.
Complaints of lack of sleep.
Procrastination at its prime.
Horrendous disorientation of time.
Facebook status updates sky rocket.
No logical distinction of day and night.
The world is an unpleasant shade of gray.
Medical remains lie at the edge of my desk.
Dazed peers blithely bumping along ring road.
Flannel, sweaters and sweatpants worn for days.
Fingers flying furiously over a keyboard in complaint.
Music blasting away the functionality in the ear for hours.
Pimples sprouting invariably from personal hygiene neglect.
Papers pile around me in heaps reaping undeserved attention.
All i smell is the dirty layer of grime covering my unwashed hair.
Facial hair elongating freely on the faces of the filthy male population.

Residues of instant miso soup and roasted gorgonzola flavored oven chips gather in my stomach.

Personalities shot with no sense of individuality.

My college ass feels screwed.

Finals is upon us all....like a plague.

peace.