to infinity and beyond
Here, have a potentially Zayn/image-heavy post about how mockturtletale is the best thing to have ever happened to my life/the universe.
So here's the deal: finals week is beating more crap out of me than I thought existed in the universe. I woke up at 11am on Sunday morning and have not been asleep since (that's..... 48 plus... almost 58 hours right now that I've been awake!!!). I am probably not going to catch some sleep until tomorrow night at the earliest, and likely not until Thursday. My previous record was 68 hours awake and I am blowing that OUT OF THE WATER. I'll be proud in like a month or four years or something, but for now I am miserable. Basically this has been me since... well, Sunday:
So I'm about to wander out of the library sometime around 7am this morning and and I get a message from Clo with all the sad faces about how she wishes I was asleep and whatnot and wishing me good luck on my exam this morning because she is the SWEETEST. And then I come back and I go back to the library and I pull out my computer and THERE SHE IS waiting for me online to keep me company while I do MORE FINALS SHIT (seriously you guys everyone I've seen today has asked me if I'm okay and I'm just like 'yeah finals u no, where fun comes to die and all that' and I tell them my schedule this week and they are all INCREDULOUS I'm not sure how I got the actual worst finals schedule of anyone ever, but I did). Because she is PERFECT.
So I'm working on this philosophy paper that I've been working on .. well not really THAT long, I guess seriously working on it since last night, trying to outline and draft and stuff and discarding like eighty gazillion ideas and ANYWAY, so I'm really stressed about this thing because it's due today (let's not talk about my inability not to procrastinate, that's not even close to the point) and I haven't slept in 48 hours and she's just sitting there on AIM telling me to get over myself and the exhaustion and pump through it and she's telling me about the fic she's gonna write and generally being fantastic because I don't think she knows how not to be.
And then I accidentally watch that stupid, horrible interview from Detroit where the radio show I used to listen to every morning on my drive to school just proved that they were absolute dicks and asked literally the worst things I've ever heard, DEFINITELY worse than the fanfic girl. And so I'm sitting there in the middle of the library, 3 in the afternoon, been awake for like 50 hours or something, stressed to death about this paper and now this radio show that I TRUSTED made me legitimately nauseous and guys, guys I'm not sure what trickery Clo pulled put somehow she managed to not only get me not to crawl under the table and sob but also got me to keep working on this paper. IT WAS SOME TRUE RAGS-TO-RICHES STUFF GUYS, I think she's actually probably my fairy godmother.
So then she's like, "How much longer do you think you're going to have to be awake?" And I'm like "UMM forever but for real at least another 30-ish hours." AND THEN SHE GOES
"I CAN DO THAT."
And so now this fool is determined to stay up with me while I toil on through paper after paper and awake after awake and not only that, but as a REWARD for finishing my paper, she told me the first part of the story where Zayn and Harry are in a totally dysfunction not-relationship until Liam comes along and fixes it and they threesome.
I AM THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD.
And basically she's cheering me on while I write like 10,000 words of ESSAYS and promising to write me all the 1D fic once this weekend rolls around and I can breathe again and you GUYS.
I'm really really emotional and exhausted and stressed out right now but basically this is a post where I tell you that the best decision I ever made in life was being brave for the first time in my life and sending her a message on MSN even though I was convinced for the first month that we talked that she didn't like me at ALL. But basically what I got out of it was the best best friend anyone could ever, ever ask for. I'm tearing up in the library right now writing this but I DON'T EVEN CARE, I felt I needed to express this somewhere and it would've been hard for me to send her all of this on AIM, and anyway, you all should love her too because if you DON'T then you're kind of silly and you must not be thinking straight. She's going to write the Liam/Harry/Zayn threesome fic that you never knew you needed, even if I won't let you be her best friend (I'm selfish like that but lbr you would be too if your best friend was this fabulous), you should love her for THAT.
Okay that's all I think.
So here's the deal: finals week is beating more crap out of me than I thought existed in the universe. I woke up at 11am on Sunday morning and have not been asleep since (that's..... 48 plus... almost 58 hours right now that I've been awake!!!). I am probably not going to catch some sleep until tomorrow night at the earliest, and likely not until Thursday. My previous record was 68 hours awake and I am blowing that OUT OF THE WATER. I'll be proud in like a month or four years or something, but for now I am miserable. Basically this has been me since... well, Sunday:
So I'm about to wander out of the library sometime around 7am this morning and and I get a message from Clo with all the sad faces about how she wishes I was asleep and whatnot and wishing me good luck on my exam this morning because she is the SWEETEST. And then I come back and I go back to the library and I pull out my computer and THERE SHE IS waiting for me online to keep me company while I do MORE FINALS SHIT (seriously you guys everyone I've seen today has asked me if I'm okay and I'm just like 'yeah finals u no, where fun comes to die and all that' and I tell them my schedule this week and they are all INCREDULOUS I'm not sure how I got the actual worst finals schedule of anyone ever, but I did). Because she is PERFECT.
So I'm working on this philosophy paper that I've been working on .. well not really THAT long, I guess seriously working on it since last night, trying to outline and draft and stuff and discarding like eighty gazillion ideas and ANYWAY, so I'm really stressed about this thing because it's due today (let's not talk about my inability not to procrastinate, that's not even close to the point) and I haven't slept in 48 hours and she's just sitting there on AIM telling me to get over myself and the exhaustion and pump through it and she's telling me about the fic she's gonna write and generally being fantastic because I don't think she knows how not to be.
And then I accidentally watch that stupid, horrible interview from Detroit where the radio show I used to listen to every morning on my drive to school just proved that they were absolute dicks and asked literally the worst things I've ever heard, DEFINITELY worse than the fanfic girl. And so I'm sitting there in the middle of the library, 3 in the afternoon, been awake for like 50 hours or something, stressed to death about this paper and now this radio show that I TRUSTED made me legitimately nauseous and guys, guys I'm not sure what trickery Clo pulled put somehow she managed to not only get me not to crawl under the table and sob but also got me to keep working on this paper. IT WAS SOME TRUE RAGS-TO-RICHES STUFF GUYS, I think she's actually probably my fairy godmother.
So then she's like, "How much longer do you think you're going to have to be awake?" And I'm like "UMM forever but for real at least another 30-ish hours." AND THEN SHE GOES
"I CAN DO THAT."
And so now this fool is determined to stay up with me while I toil on through paper after paper and awake after awake and not only that, but as a REWARD for finishing my paper, she told me the first part of the story where Zayn and Harry are in a totally dysfunction not-relationship until Liam comes along and fixes it and they threesome.
I AM THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD.
And basically she's cheering me on while I write like 10,000 words of ESSAYS and promising to write me all the 1D fic once this weekend rolls around and I can breathe again and you GUYS.
I'm really really emotional and exhausted and stressed out right now but basically this is a post where I tell you that the best decision I ever made in life was being brave for the first time in my life and sending her a message on MSN even though I was convinced for the first month that we talked that she didn't like me at ALL. But basically what I got out of it was the best best friend anyone could ever, ever ask for. I'm tearing up in the library right now writing this but I DON'T EVEN CARE, I felt I needed to express this somewhere and it would've been hard for me to send her all of this on AIM, and anyway, you all should love her too because if you DON'T then you're kind of silly and you must not be thinking straight. She's going to write the Liam/Harry/Zayn threesome fic that you never knew you needed, even if I won't let you be her best friend (I'm selfish like that but lbr you would be too if your best friend was this fabulous), you should love her for THAT.
Okay that's all I think.