Time is not a resource.
Lack of sleep is truly a monster. It probably all started with last Sunday, when procrastination once again takes over my life and I must, once again, stay up till 4:30 writing a stupid English paper on Voltaire's "Candide," who believes that "All is for the best" or whatever crap-naive optimism he portrays. Yeah, not in the mood for your blind optimism. But seriously, why is there only 24 hours in a day? Or why does lack of sleep cause your body to shut down or cause you to almost fall asleep at the wheel? Anyway, after Sunday night, this whole week I've gotten no sleep. And here I am, it's 1:30 and even though I swear that I'd sleep no later than 1:30, I get incredibly distracted and 1:30 slips into 2am and 3am.
Whatever. Speaking of time, I'm basically having the busiest weekend of my life.
Friday: French tutor after school, then Victoria and I headed to the Warriors vs. Bulls game and we got there early to watch Monta practice shooting while we swooned and giggled like little school girls. (Wait, I forgot, I'm still a little school girl because I haven't actually graduated yet). Got home and I don't know I was doing until 2am.
Saturday: Morning Dance class. Then to the SF Streetfest where it was POURING rain. So we danced in the rain.
Except we weren't this elegant. We were completely soaked, from the head to the toe (I wanna lick......jk). Not to mention our dance shoes are completely messed up by the menacing puddles and flowing water. Gross. And the stage sucks and it was slanted on one of those crazy streets in Chinatown so our balance was distorted. Then after that, we caught a ride back to this side of the Bay and I went to buy a gift for Mitch and headed to her place. Where I stayed for the remainder of the night. I'm pooped. And it's about 1:45, still not asleep. Great.
Tomorrow: Another most-likely-disgusting-soaking-wet-performance-in-the-rain. Then I'd have to rush back to go to Victoria's concert at Head Royce. Then we all rush to the Warriors vs. Hawks game (which is actually mandatory this time because I'm performing at halftime). Then I made some wacko promise with my dad that I'd go to bed at midnight.
I probably could have managed my time better, no doubt. But still.
In other news, PowerSchool can go die. Apparently, teachers aren't cutting us any slack, but I've just gotten into the habit of not caring about hw anymore and just not stressing as much. Which is probably better for my health (except that I still don't sleep) but not good for my next report card. Ack.
Whatever. Speaking of time, I'm basically having the busiest weekend of my life.
Friday: French tutor after school, then Victoria and I headed to the Warriors vs. Bulls game and we got there early to watch Monta practice shooting while we swooned and giggled like little school girls. (Wait, I forgot, I'm still a little school girl because I haven't actually graduated yet). Got home and I don't know I was doing until 2am.
Saturday: Morning Dance class. Then to the SF Streetfest where it was POURING rain. So we danced in the rain.
Except we weren't this elegant. We were completely soaked, from the head to the toe (I wanna lick......jk). Not to mention our dance shoes are completely messed up by the menacing puddles and flowing water. Gross. And the stage sucks and it was slanted on one of those crazy streets in Chinatown so our balance was distorted. Then after that, we caught a ride back to this side of the Bay and I went to buy a gift for Mitch and headed to her place. Where I stayed for the remainder of the night. I'm pooped. And it's about 1:45, still not asleep. Great.
Tomorrow: Another most-likely-disgusting-soaking-wet-performance-in-the-rain. Then I'd have to rush back to go to Victoria's concert at Head Royce. Then we all rush to the Warriors vs. Hawks game (which is actually mandatory this time because I'm performing at halftime). Then I made some wacko promise with my dad that I'd go to bed at midnight.
I probably could have managed my time better, no doubt. But still.
In other news, PowerSchool can go die. Apparently, teachers aren't cutting us any slack, but I've just gotten into the habit of not caring about hw anymore and just not stressing as much. Which is probably better for my health (except that I still don't sleep) but not good for my next report card. Ack.