Sleep?! What is that?
So, I woke up on Sunday at about 7am, got ready and went to the library, at school by 9, studied till five, then a review session for a midterm, home by 8pm. . . . made some dinner, hit the books till 12:30. . . . . utterly exhausted i tried to go to sleep. . . .naturally, i could not (I have trouble sleeping a lot, my body just likes to be awake at night i guess, it sucks). . . . . so i think i finally dozed off around 2:30, woke up at 6:30, grabbed some coffee, looked over some notes, midterm at 9. . . . i totally fucked up on one of the questions and was super pissed, but didnt really have time to think about it, spent two hours of my three hour break writing up my pre-lab, lab for four hours, hw for two, then one more class. . . . . . as im leaving school at eight one of my good friends calls me and asks for help with physics, can't really turn him down, plus i do really want to help, so i went to his house, he cooked me some fish tacos as we went through some problems . . . . finally finished up with that. . . . . home around twelve. . . . caught up with my roomates a bit and now im about to crash. . .gotta wake up again at seven for class. . . . .
Things weren't always this crazy, in fact, I was a fucking bum for a long time, never went to class and just got by, so that's prob why i am doing all of this now. . . trying to make up for slacking in the past, wasting my time, money, and potential. . . . it seems like a lot soemtimes, i mean considering its only the third week of classes, and trust me you don't know the half of it. . . . . . . . but the weird thing is, in some weird fucked up way it all makes me happy. . . . . keeping busy, challenging myself, pushing my limits for patience, understanding, hardwork, organization. . . i guess im just the type of person who thrives under these conditions, if not i just become a useless being, and i havent been pushed like this for a long time, i wasnt even sure if i could stil do it all. . . . . in addition recent events have filtered out some truths about my past that i dont think i was fully aware of before. . . . but ill probably hash out my past some other time. . . . for now, a couple hours of sleep could do my body, and my mind, some good. . . . .
So, I woke up on Sunday at about 7am, got ready and went to the library, at school by 9, studied till five, then a review session for a midterm, home by 8pm. . . . made some dinner, hit the books till 12:30. . . . . utterly exhausted i tried to go to sleep. . . .naturally, i could not (I have trouble sleeping a lot, my body just likes to be awake at night i guess, it sucks). . . . . so i think i finally dozed off around 2:30, woke up at 6:30, grabbed some coffee, looked over some notes, midterm at 9. . . . i totally fucked up on one of the questions and was super pissed, but didnt really have time to think about it, spent two hours of my three hour break writing up my pre-lab, lab for four hours, hw for two, then one more class. . . . . . as im leaving school at eight one of my good friends calls me and asks for help with physics, can't really turn him down, plus i do really want to help, so i went to his house, he cooked me some fish tacos as we went through some problems . . . . finally finished up with that. . . . . home around twelve. . . . caught up with my roomates a bit and now im about to crash. . .gotta wake up again at seven for class. . . . .
Things weren't always this crazy, in fact, I was a fucking bum for a long time, never went to class and just got by, so that's prob why i am doing all of this now. . . trying to make up for slacking in the past, wasting my time, money, and potential. . . . it seems like a lot soemtimes, i mean considering its only the third week of classes, and trust me you don't know the half of it. . . . . . . . but the weird thing is, in some weird fucked up way it all makes me happy. . . . . keeping busy, challenging myself, pushing my limits for patience, understanding, hardwork, organization. . . i guess im just the type of person who thrives under these conditions, if not i just become a useless being, and i havent been pushed like this for a long time, i wasnt even sure if i could stil do it all. . . . . in addition recent events have filtered out some truths about my past that i dont think i was fully aware of before. . . . but ill probably hash out my past some other time. . . . for now, a couple hours of sleep could do my body, and my mind, some good. . . . .