Relaxed and Groovy

Right-so I'm studying for comps. I'm on part 2 of a 437 part series. There is no way I am going to get the necessary information filed away in my brain by the time the day of the exam rolls around. I fully expect to walk into the room, see the questions set before me and remember nothing but the lyrics to the theme song from Scooby Doo. Which as far as I know isn't likely to show up as an exam question. That's more a Popular Culture thing. I'm working on the code, because everything has a code. Each professor has a code and a way of testing and teaching that once cracked their classes become easier or intolerable if it turns out the prof is just an idiot. He knows who he is. At this point I'm not sure what to expect. Other than panic attacks, night terrors looking a bit like this and failure I'm readying for failure. It's groovy-once I've passed that's what will be remembered. Not that I had to take them multiple times. Which I will, cuz I'm not prepared. And won't be then either. I accept this-I'll work on it, maybe squeak by with the lowest possible score to not have to score again, but why reach for an unattainable goal? Low expectations, that's what it's about.
After about 3 hours (not an exaggeration) every folkwebsite looks like every other. And if I have to read one more manifesto on WIF (What IS Folklore ?) I will go cross-eyed and need surgery (again).
St. Patrick's Day. I went out early-as it was a Full Moon and Amateur's Night. Neither a really good time to be on the street, especially not with my recent run of luck. So-I went out, down to the bar, got a pint and about halfway thru I realized I was getting tipsy, as I had refrained from eating except a piece of toast and a round of fish (very unnatural formation of fishy you ask me but well, it was fried so I didn't have to look at it too close to figure out how it came to be shaped that way). Not wanting to be drunk, or one of those people falling for the Green Beer Trap, poseur culture theives drinking crap beer and wearing Kiss Me I'm Irish hats and beads-at least when I steal a culture I do it in a Zelig type assimilation kind of way. The only way to co-opt tradition, you ask me-not that anyone ever has but someday someone will and I'll have an answer. I have an answer to most things-I'm good like that. Well, clearly I needed food and I couldn't bring myself to have a $6 cold cut sandwich so I went home and celebrated St. Patrick's Day eating reheated fish balls and watching Eddie Izzard on the BBC-like ya do. Also, I drank Lite Beer, but iwas at least Amber and I didn't get trashed and hop on a table and sing Danny Boy-all told a good evening.
Another hour and a half of "studying" (with those rabbit ears, because well, I can be distracted) and I'm going to stop and go to a show at the Ryman. Kris Kristofferson-he's a Rhodes Scholar you know-so going to see him sing is like taking a seminar. Right. So, yeh.