Dear Life,

Please stop fucking my friends over. No really, I will cut you.

Yours truly,
Me

My stomach's doing that crazy thing it does after an all-nighter, where it's pretty sure it's time to be hungry, but it's been taking in basically pure caffeine for the last eight hours that it's all jittery and tense and it makes me feel like I might throw up.

Blah. Up to my 8th page. In a good place. Just... really tired and extremely cold.

The dining hall is freezing. Gotta be something around 40 in here. IN DOORS. And it's 5:30 in the morning. And I'm probably at around 10 pages but nowhere done with my paper, so I don't even know. Ugh.

Seriously, thank GOD tumblr's down, otherwise this paper would never get finished.

Pulling another all-nighter. Wish me luck.

I feel like death warmed over. I'm only half awake. Things that should be upsetting aren't really because I can't even summon emotion I'm so tired.

And the real tragedy is that I can't even nap until like 4:30.

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• 12 to 15 page paper on the current educational landscape of Boston DONE! (12:08am)
• Five 1 page write ups of various pieces of Harvard-lore DONE! (5:23 am)
• 5 page paper analyzing one of these pieces of Harvard-lore in depth DONE! (3:54 am)
• 2 page memo describing the sociological conditions of a particular neighborhood ( Read more... )

1. It is six am and I have yet to sleep ( Read more... )

Nowadays I stay up till about 5 or 6am and get up at around 2pm. It's a slovenly existence but I don't seem to get tired at night anymore.

Spain won their game against Portugal! They're in the quarterfinals! So freaking stoked, I just KNOW they're gonna go all the way.

Annnnnnd that's all I can think of right now. :D

YOUR MOM'S CHEST HAIR ( Read more... )

I haven't done a real post in a really long time. Just one about being fucked for finals (which was the truth) and an utterly ambiguous one. So. Let's get down to brass tacks ( Read more... )