Here we go again
Finishing an essay at around 6 in the morning while existing on about three hours of sleep and chocolate is an amazing feeling. Especially if you are writing in the laundry room so as not to wake your roommate, and you can hear other people beginning to stir as you notice the sun rising. I smell vaguely of sunscreen, and am slightly burned, and this combined with the sounds of birds, sleep deprivation, and the song in my head is making me feel like I haven't really lived until right now. After this I think I'm going to go outside with a fluffy blanket and read until I have to get ready for my 9am dance class. Why do I feel slightly nostalgic for getting up early in high school? I guess it's that feeling of getting up and having the world get up with you, but only if accompanied by the knowledge that the only thing you're bringing to school is one notebook and a yearbook, and that everything's winding down as the days become unbearably hot. I wish I could remember the lyrics to the song I'm humming right now. It's beautiful and perfect.
I blame everything on sleep deprivation. Classes are going to be fun today. Pray I don't accidentally kick someone during ballet. That rhymed.
EDIT: By the way, the song that was running around in my head was "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap. Oh my God, that song...it's amazing.
I blame everything on sleep deprivation. Classes are going to be fun today. Pray I don't accidentally kick someone during ballet. That rhymed.
EDIT: By the way, the song that was running around in my head was "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap. Oh my God, that song...it's amazing.