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>>cough<< Well, MY week is off to a great start! >>cough<<
By which I mean, I spent from four until eleven doing my entire goddamned problem set, and now I have no time to study for history. The solution? Why, isn't it obvious? I'll wake up at 4:30 in the morning! BRILLIANCE. All in all, I just have an outstanding work ethic. It lets me work nearly unstopped for seven hours! The only catch being, I've had this problem set for over two weeks. WHOOPS.
So now I'm disgustingly tired. Let me elaborate. I was out Friday night at a Pep Rally, and didn't get home until 9, after a week of delicious sleep deprivation. I stay up until midnight (because I'm me, and rather stupid), and got in seven hours of sleep before the parade. Then I woke up, showered, drove downtown, and marched about two miles. After which I wandered around the fair, from end to end, multiple times. Went home, slept for two hours. Got up, drove back downtown, and went to Crombie Street to cook. Of course, everything that could go wrong did go wrong, and I ended up with just apple cobbler for dinner. Once I get home again; I'm completely exhausted. So I go out for pizza and stay up until midnight (because I'm stupid, remember.)
I finally manage to get in some marathon rest, except my dad decided to wake me up by shooting a marshmallow at my ass. With my blowgun. What the fuck, Dad. Seriously.
Which brings me to a two hour nap, obscene amounts of chemistry, and finally, my current position. My eyes are burning. I also think I managed to make up a good deal of #24. Or maybe I just understood it really well. God, I hope so.
By which I mean, I spent from four until eleven doing my entire goddamned problem set, and now I have no time to study for history. The solution? Why, isn't it obvious? I'll wake up at 4:30 in the morning! BRILLIANCE. All in all, I just have an outstanding work ethic. It lets me work nearly unstopped for seven hours! The only catch being, I've had this problem set for over two weeks. WHOOPS.
So now I'm disgustingly tired. Let me elaborate. I was out Friday night at a Pep Rally, and didn't get home until 9, after a week of delicious sleep deprivation. I stay up until midnight (because I'm me, and rather stupid), and got in seven hours of sleep before the parade. Then I woke up, showered, drove downtown, and marched about two miles. After which I wandered around the fair, from end to end, multiple times. Went home, slept for two hours. Got up, drove back downtown, and went to Crombie Street to cook. Of course, everything that could go wrong did go wrong, and I ended up with just apple cobbler for dinner. Once I get home again; I'm completely exhausted. So I go out for pizza and stay up until midnight (because I'm stupid, remember.)
I finally manage to get in some marathon rest, except my dad decided to wake me up by shooting a marshmallow at my ass. With my blowgun. What the fuck, Dad. Seriously.
Which brings me to a two hour nap, obscene amounts of chemistry, and finally, my current position. My eyes are burning. I also think I managed to make up a good deal of #24. Or maybe I just understood it really well. God, I hope so.