Finals are a time when anything goes — a lawless time if you will. No longer are you bound by the constraints of what is socially acceptable, because when you’ve spent 99% of your waking hours in the library, it’s excusable to push the boundaries just a little. So, go ahead, let yourself live in a world where you only have to shave half your legs — a world where a balanced diet consists of processed sugar and 2AM spoonfuls of peanut butter.