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[oceanhawk]

So last night I thought it would be a good idea to get three hours of sleep. Not like, "Hey, I'm going to stay up all night and try to fit a few hours in" more along the lines of thinking of three hours the same way a normal person would think of nine hours. I was really tired at the time. And I didn't even get the paper done that I had meant to write, either, because of various friends' issues that needed dealing with. And now I'm really tired and really grumpy and this paper is almost an entire week late because last week I was rehearsing every day after classes and didn't even have enough brain power to think of a thesis. But now that I finally have some sort of thesis I'm so stressed out by the utter lateness of the paper and my lack of sleep that I can't even imagine writing the damn thing even though I have lots of ideas and a first paragraph. Additionally, room draw is tomorrow, and while I should get an awesome single, you never know, and my room will determine so much of next year, just because I need that perfect balance of alone and people so that I don't flip out. And my poem was supposed to be workshopped today but we didn't have time to get to it and I was completely stressing out about it and now I have two more days to stress because God knows I can't write poetry anymore and it's a piece of shit and I don't even know why the hell I'm in a writing course anyway. And course registration is on Friday and I've competely changed what I want to major in which means that I have to take a bunch of different courses but they all conflict and I need to get certain ones in before the second semster of my sophomore year and I don't even really think I know what I'm doing anyway so whatever. Did I mention I'm tired as hell? I can't even type properly. Fuck. I just can't.

/endrant

It's cool, I promise.