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*checks pulse*
Thready, weak, but there. Seems I am not dead after all.
I did not, however, sleep last night. And before my darlings go all alpha-mother on me, I had an excellent reason. Yesterday, I had the wonderful intention of rising at seven-thirty, studying Romantics until it was time for the two p.m. exam, and taking the Chinese poetry exam at seven. Excellent, excellent plan, it was, except *my alarm did not go off*. I woke at noon. Friggin' NOON. (And yes, I checked. My alarm *was* set.)
So that plan went all to hell. Revised plan: study until seven, take Romantics then, and take Chinese Poetry at nine this a.m., the last possible time for me given my departure stats. But I was afraid, terribly afraid, of my now-unreliable piece-of-shit alarm clock. If it didn't go off again, and I slept blissfully and ignorantly through the nine a.m. slot, I'd be screwed. *Screwed.*
So I didn't go to sleep. Not my ideal plan by any means, but the best I could do. And I figured it was about time I did the all-nighter thing while actually at school. I do them rather frequently when I'm at home, but school seems more demanding of regular sleep when possible, and I try to accomodate.
Anyway. I'm tired, but mostly my eyes hurt. I'm waiting for my father to arrive to spirit me away from this place. My mother e-mailed me to tell me she was making me macaroni and cheese. I am still alive, and I'm pretty sure that's a good thing.
I'm going home. To my not-home. And I'll be computer-less, for the most part, for five weeks. Sadness.
Thready, weak, but there. Seems I am not dead after all.
I did not, however, sleep last night. And before my darlings go all alpha-mother on me, I had an excellent reason. Yesterday, I had the wonderful intention of rising at seven-thirty, studying Romantics until it was time for the two p.m. exam, and taking the Chinese poetry exam at seven. Excellent, excellent plan, it was, except *my alarm did not go off*. I woke at noon. Friggin' NOON. (And yes, I checked. My alarm *was* set.)
So that plan went all to hell. Revised plan: study until seven, take Romantics then, and take Chinese Poetry at nine this a.m., the last possible time for me given my departure stats. But I was afraid, terribly afraid, of my now-unreliable piece-of-shit alarm clock. If it didn't go off again, and I slept blissfully and ignorantly through the nine a.m. slot, I'd be screwed. *Screwed.*
So I didn't go to sleep. Not my ideal plan by any means, but the best I could do. And I figured it was about time I did the all-nighter thing while actually at school. I do them rather frequently when I'm at home, but school seems more demanding of regular sleep when possible, and I try to accomodate.
Anyway. I'm tired, but mostly my eyes hurt. I'm waiting for my father to arrive to spirit me away from this place. My mother e-mailed me to tell me she was making me macaroni and cheese. I am still alive, and I'm pretty sure that's a good thing.
I'm going home. To my not-home. And I'll be computer-less, for the most part, for five weeks. Sadness.
good god
i'll miss your updates in my friends list.
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Congrats on the all nighter! Wicked cool.I'm glad you survived. That totally sucks about your alarm dude.
Enjoy your moms Mac and Cheese, which I am sure you will, because it is eeeeexcellent. And I know from experience!!
Mac and Cheese makes me think of Friends. Joey playd Mac and the robot is named cheese, right? Or am I very confused?