Finals are not my favourite.

One day we will have adult jobs.

Or perhaps we will not have jobs but we will have lots of money. Lots and lots of money. And rich spouses who buy us nice things.

Or perhaps we'll have no money at all.

One day we will have fancy homes, or lofts in NY, and a dog that we take on walks through markets in the morning in the city after getting our morning coffee and bagel.

Or maybe we'll live in suburbia.

One day we'll be over this and do just as we please. And we'll know what we want in life, and we'll be organized and on top of things.

Or maybe we'll just be crazy

Today we have to study.

Or we can procrastinate and dance in the wind storm.