Only rainbows and butterflies; no compromise

Tomorrow marks the last exam I'll have to take this semester. I should be rejoicing... but I've already been mildly pissed off from the start that we even have to go to school tomorrow. According to the university calendar, finals week should have ended today. But earlier, we still had a lecture class (which I wasn't able to attend given that I was taking a final exam on another subject at that time). It's just annoying, made even more intense by the fact that I can't do anything about it, not even write about how I feel, lest I find myself in a student tribunal of sorts.

Given that scenario, I have a minor dilemma. That academic calendar is updated, which means it isn't the original plan for this semester. So I have long conditioned my mind that this week, I am free. My brain has refused to accommodate the adjustments to the scheduled and has already reverted to its sembreak mode. "Forget studying" it says. "Who needs that crap?"

Yes, right now, my brain considers studying and further reviewing for exams as crap. The sad truth however, is that what my brain thinks doesn't matter. Whether its crap or non-crap, when it gets you to advance more successfully in life it's necessary. We have to just deal with it and get it over with. In the words of my beloved band, Maroon 5:

...It's not always rainbows and butterflies; it's compromise that moves us along...

Despite having known that, my brain still refuses to compromise, get its crap together just one last time this month. Naturally, it is still gravely partial towards the rainbows and butterflies.

And this week's definition of rainbows: Misfits. I've been through the second series of Misfits (which, by the way, is just as funny and screwed up as the first), and downloaded and watched the short webisode. I've wasted enough time watching random (or maybe not so totally random-- one way or another, they have relation with Misfits) videos.

And this week's example of butterflies: Nick Hornby's High Fidelity. I have yet to comment on the story, seeing as I'm only half-way through the novel. But it has movie and stage play adaptations; it must be good!

Those things, and everything in between, minus the acads, make me happy. But it also so happens that I end up feeling guilty every time I open a new tab, watch a new episode. Still, I don't do anything about it. And I'm still scared of failing the exam tomorrow, but I really can't get myself to study.




Oct 27 update: I managed to study in the end, starting around 12am, up until 5. I think my studying was effective, which is a good thing, right? Right.