ok. ok, that's it.
I can't take much more of this.
This reading and writing and reading and doing and writing. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
For the love of God MAKE IT STOP!

But, I have it better than some. At least I'm not doing intricate labs with gooey liquids and equations. 
Equations. The word equation makes me want to vomit on command. If I never have to do another math problem in my life, I won't cry one smidgen of a tear. 
That's why I'm (TA-DA) a journalist.

But I really don't want to be a reporter.  Honestly, I'd rather write book about dragons and swords fighting creatures wearing spikes covered in goo.

I like the word goo.

But I digress, if I could pull a Marty from BTTF, I'd go back and change my major to graphic design. Believe it.