I'll be your Sir if you promise to be my Miss.

So I ended my day with a loud sulk, feeling so mope-y.
I didn’t actually think I would take it this hard but Little Miss Bias is taking this a little too far.
I feel like Jack in the Box and she’s winding it too much, soon I’ll pop out with a punch across her face.
Hello, I’m no pushover, thank you very much.

If you can’t figure it out, tomorrow’s the finals and everyone’s feeling so keyed up.
But here I am, crabby still, being all pessimistic about tomorrow.
Maybe I need some emotional management, but this is the lowest I've felt in a while.

I think I’ll feel better after tomorrow, I can feel it coming.
Tomorrow is the last day I’ll touch my stick. Lovely.