I don't know what it was about this semester, but I couldn't have been more apathetic in my entire life. I just didn't (or didn't want to) care. It's like psychologically I'd already graduated a few semesters back, but physically and academically, I was rotting away in the cesspool of human waste I like to call SFU. I wrote a final a couple days back, for a course that I was literally on the border line with, and I nailed it. Ever since then, not only have I not been worried about my final 2 exams, but I just don't care in general. I've just been playing games, playing cricket and jacking-off. It's tough to beat-off when you're stressed. Your mind is constantly engaged with some other sporadic, and your concentration is simply ass (no pun intended). I just want it all to end, and in less than 2 days time, it most definitely shall. Then of course, I have one more semester, though that will be much easier since I'll only have 2 courses (one being an elective) and the other with an awesome kin prof of mine, so I think I'll be okay.

That ends this post.