I just love when you're on the internet at 2:30 in the morning and you've finally hit that point in time where it seems like you've conquered the internet. You survived the creepy, dark corners of
, you're seeing only repeats on the "Popular" tab in
, no one on
, is posting and your email hasn't had anything new since 6 PM. Oh and don't forget you've already watched your favorite series on Netflix and Hulu at least 8 times (because you have to go for the symmetrical numbers) so now what? Being a insomniac I have no freaking idea. I could study for the tests I have this week, I could write, draw, do dishes or laundry, maybe even take a shower, but that's not the kind of insomniac I am. I just kind of sit and stare at a wall while listening to music on my IPod I didn't even know existed on there (thank you songs that require me to buy the whole damn album!).
The worst part of all of this is that I know how the rest of the day is going to go already: possibly an hour and a half of sleep, get out of bed while wondering if I actually ever fell asleep at all, get dressed for school, leave.
First class: teacher will stare at me expectantly just hoping I'll actually participate in our discussion of whatever book I briefly skimmed the back cover of (yeah, not going to happen),
I'll start thinking about the fact that I haven't had any food yet unless you count whatever calories are in toothpaste, and I don't like coffee enough to try and suffer through a cup to keep me awake. Class will end, I'll hike back to the first floor all the while wishing I were a student at Hogwarts and how much I would love for the stairs to just start moving. But that won't happen.
Second class: the class room will either be arctic cold or sweltering with absolutely no movement to the air so I might start getting the same effects I feel when I'm car sick (fun). The teacher is rather monotone, from Iceland and is in love with rocks (it's a geology course, so I guess that makes sense), it is then that I'll finally open my notebook but not to take notes, rather for whatever reason HIS class is the one time I actually feel....creative? No, let's just call it "not lazy". Class will end and I will have an hour and a half to do nothing on campus because I will not waste the gas necessary to drive back to my apartment (and honestly I would end up napping and sleeping through my last class). Maybe I'll finally eat?
Third (and final) class: I actually look forward to this class because of the teacher's extreme sarcasm and general hate for the ignorance of most human beings. Hopefully we get our tests back because on one of the essay questions I decided to be funny and I want to know if he's the kind of teacher to mark off for that or to be pleasantly amused and overlook the entire fill-in-the-blank section that I KNOW I screwed up on. Then finally his class will end and I am free to return home to sit on my couch, actually finish whatever homework I have due the next day (love that college does the whole every-other-day thing, keeps it fresh) and then repeat the cycle you have just read (unless you skipped to the end you slippery fox
) only substitute the first two classes with work from 7-1, a lab (for geology), another english class I will attempt to participate in because I enjoy the teacher, and an advertisement class where the teacher reminds me of Professor Flitwick (from the first movie) with an extreme hate for Obama and need to be loved by his students.
Wow, that was a rant! If I do actually post this in my sleep-deprived stupor I am sorry. Especially to you reader who actually read, skimmed or glanced at this with even the slightest of interest.
goodnight...morning...whatever
<3