A Desperate Plea

This is a desperate plea to my brain to hang in there; to stay strong and vigilant, and to not collapse under pressure. There comes a point in our lives where our brains just shut down. Normally, even when you think you're not "thinking", there are a billion little minions (yes, I'm referring to the epic Despicable Me minions) running around in your head. There's always that feeling that there is some form of "noise" inside your head. It's not the annoying kind, its the kind where you know your brain is active.

But then there are days when the "noise" is completely nonexistent. Well, that day has arrived. The little adorable minions in my head have reached their saturation level. Information to my little minions is like ice cream to them - for those of you who got this reference, let me just take a minute to acknowledge your awesomeness. You're a Despicable Me fan, and for that, you are one hella of a fella! And for those of you who don't get it, tsk tsk tsk. That's all I have to say to you; tsk tsk tsk - so basically, my brain has had too much ice cream.

Story of my life!

So brain, I am begging you to stay alive and noisy. I've got a couple more topics to cover in a short amount of time, and somehow manage to fall asleep to give YOU the ability to think and answer during the exam. Let's do this together; let's help one another; let me be the Ron to your Harry (or Harry to your Hermione, or Ron to your Hermione?...Aaaah, they all kinda work!) and overcome this hassle of a midterm tomorrow. How does that sound? Sounds good right? Showing that midterm who's boss?

And yes readers, it's very normal for people to talk to their brains. It's totally ok and ordinary; don't judge me, I've got an exam tomorrow.

Wish me luck!

P.S. My brain could only muster writing that for now.