The Finals Countdown ft. No Sympathy

First of all, for those of you that don't get the reference, because I'm sure there are people who don't *sighs*, that's the name of a song by the 80's hair-band Europe.

For everybody who grew up in the eighties, I'm both sorry and jealous at the same time...

So, onto the actual post lol

So, first semester finals are this week, hence the name, and actually started today. My exams are for the most part spread out like butter on toast, so that's cool. Kinda stress-relieving, kinda stress-inducing. I had a Contemporary Issues final, which was just us arguing about who shot JFK for an hour and a half straight, so that was actually a blast. Tomorrow I have Spanish 1 and Health, so those should be pretty interesting. I'm on break from studying right now.. Then Algebra 2 on Wednesday, and Religion IV on Thursday. So yeah. That's really all of the tests I have. I'm really just concerned about Health... Maybe Religion... Maybe Algebra... Anyways though, THAT'S besides the point. Once noon hits Thursday, I will be a free man for the next three weeks almost.

Ahem.

"Schooooooooooooooooooooooools out forrrrreverr!!!!" -Alice Cooper

That actually leads to my next question. I was just looking at pictures of the Alice Cooper, and I have a question for all of the 80's era readers out there.

What the actual heck was going on in the 80's? Y'all think our generation is weird...

(Don't take that as a challenge...) Seriously though, y'all did some weird things...

So much to talk about, so little time.. What's going on in my brain tonight...

AH. Got it. On to the No Sympathy part of the title.

So, this is kinda random, and doesn't really fit in with the beginning half of this post, but I would just like to point out how much sympathy bothers me. Not necessarily sympathy as a whole, but when I'm running late and can't exactly finish an assignment or something, the VERY LAST thing I want to hear, is you saying "Awww man, Dom, why do you do this to yourself?"

I don't really know if that counts as sympathy, or if it's just disappointment, but for tonight, it's going down as sympathy, because why not?

So, I actually just thought of something else because of what I said two paragraphs ago. PSA: If you have a 99 or similar grade in ANY class, a whopping zero percent (0%) of the population wants to hear you complain about your grade going down to a ninety-eight. Take a chill-pill. Please.

Anyway, on a happier note, (now that I've made this whole thing a little awkward), some of you actually reached out to me to tell me what Mr. Clark Griswold was looking at inside the tree, as hinted at by my kind-of Christmas themed post a week or so ago.

While many guessed (a whopping two people), one person was able to provide a much clearer, and apparently correct-er, explanation.

*drum rolls*

Mr. Clark Griswold was, in fact, contrary to popular belief, looking into the tree at a squirrel that was hiding inside. This was a whole 2.24 seconds before it jumped onto him and terrorized the family, or so I've been told. The other guess involved a broken window, and the tree when it was first put in, however, this would not be the case, as Clark would have actually been INSIDE the tree, telling his wife that it's "really full" and, "kinda sappy".

I hated doing this, and kinda put it off, as I don't like telling people they're wrong, so yeah..

SO CONGRATULATIONS TO FAYTHE HIXON. YOU HAVE EARNED THE TITLE: "GRAND-MASTER OF NATIONAL LAMPOONS CHRISTMAS VACATION" YAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

If you guys have any ideas as far as what you would like to see added to this blog, for sure let me know. I want to make it so that you guys can interact with me better, and provide inspiration and such. Maybe even more trivia. Maybe more movie references.

Who knows?

You know.

SoooOOOOoooo, let ME know.

Thanks

Love you guys. <3

-Romeo

8:39 PM

12/17/2018

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