Early morning monologue

So it's two a.m. I'm listening to my iPod (currently playing The Bad Touch by The Bloodhound Gang) while surfing the net on my lovely love known as my Blackberry. Sounds like an awesome way to spend a Friday night/Saturday morning, right? Except I forgot to mention something. I'm doing math homework. Yes. You read correctly. Math homework. During summer vacation.


The apocalypse is coming, guys. I can feel it via an emerging headache that is a direct result of trying to recall formulas and various math-y information that I haven't thought of for over 3 months.



And I have to wake up early tomorrow to spend the entire day doing homework.


I really need to get going on doing my art projects. I've been feeling really uninspired lately. Usually a nice drive would clear my mind and get those "creative juices" flowing, but I haven't had anywhere to go. Would love to go to the mall to get some gesture drawings of random people done. But, for whatever reason, anyone I would bring would want to actually shop. Which is a major downer to nerdy, artsy me. And I can't go alone, as I don't yet have my license. Soon, though. Hopefully.


P.s. Kind of random but... I really wish I could write in more... poetic way. With awesome metaphors/similies and really witty things. You'd think my mind would find it easy to write like that, but my writing tends to be kind of... blunt and not too fancy (except for synonyms. Thesaurus's are my friends). Meh.

Also, Handlebars by flobots.

NAPU!!!

I really surprise myself at times. Explain? Why, yes. Yes I shall.

Today was registration. I'll skip the details. Suffice it to say that waking up at 6:^oo am when I went to sleep at 3 most assuredly does NOT equal a very happy/concious person.

So, when I got home, the plan was to do some homework to keep myself awake. Said plan did not happen as... er, planned. I did my homework, and that's the last thing I remember. I woke up later, wrapped up in my bed, my books neatly piled on the floor. I do not remember gathering all of my stuff together (and I know nobody would do that for me).

This can mean many things. It can mean I care about not crinkling/tearing my homework. Hmm- not likely.
It can mean my subconcious doesn't want me getting stabbed by pencils/books. Possible.
Or it can mean that: I do not remember doing this and I am going insane from trying to do math homework in the summer. This is the most likely alternative. I mean, honestly?! Math homework in the summer? I'm not even taking an accelerated/advanced class. Grr.

In other news, I'm debating my new phone. I have a 30-day trial period. If I don't like my phone I can return it. I have nothing against the phone per se. It's a Blackberry Curve 8320 (red). Very sexy and everything. But I can't exactly afford a data plan/internet for it, so I don't know if it makes much sense to have a phone that's mainly for data. I do like its ability to create .txt documents right on it, and the organization tools are wonderful for someone who can't afford to procrastinate (so many art projects, half of which I have to do entirely on my own time). Dunno. I've always really wanted a BlackBerry, but... meh. The free games for it are fun (read: PACMAN!!! asdfghjkl!)

[EDIT] Tehehehheehee! So happy. I'm dancing in my chair. This might be mostly due to a natural high caused by lack of sleep, but I choose to attribute it to something else. I has internets on my phone. Because I'm sneaky and cheap. Spent the last hour ^{(maybe more)} looking for ways to essentially hijack my phone for it's internet. And it paid off. Hopefully it's free. I'll wait till tomorrow to see if there were charges or anything added. If not, this phone is mine for the rest of my life. ♥♥♥ *strokes lumpy cat* (Yeah, that sounds disgusting/perverted)[/EDIT]

Butyeah. Sketch suggestions/ideas/concepts you want to throw at me? I want to draw, but don't want to think (sneaky).

_{Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes. Like I said: don't want to think.}

[EDIT2] Coney Island followed by PetSmart=wonderful day, despite the gloomy rain and pissyness on my behalf (registration pissed me off. Add that to the facts that its that time of the month...). Kittens are so soft and fluffy. c: The one name Luigi kept going for my shirt. Nice cat. He got the string that was there that I didn't notice. Makings of a personal groomer.

One of the best nights of the summer. By far. :]

Here's Ponyo, captured in all his blurry, aristocratic wonder shortly before being devoured.

I'd write more, but sleep beckons with its tantalizing apprentice, bed.

Anyway... Music suggestions?

whinemoanrant

It's 4:42 (5:12, as of now). I've been up for over 12 hours. I barely had 5 hours of sleep before that.

My body cannot comprehend why I'm doing this. My mind can though. It's been a throbbing jumble of grammar, punctuation, and schoolwork for hours. I have two essays to write, due tomorrow (Aug. 13). They would be a no-brainer if it weren't for the fact that- you know- I forgot everything about writing essays. I debated sleeping about an hour ago, decided it wouldn't be worth it since I'd have to wake up sooner and finish the essays. I tried using Write or Die. It's helped me with essay deadlines (read: procrastination) in the past. But unfortunately, it's only effective for me if I can turn my speakers up to hear the annoying noise it blasts at you when you've stopped writing for too long. Not a possibility, since I'd likely be murdered by family members. So I've had to settle for the primitive; mentally berating myself whilst slaving away over a word document. Naturally, this meant about 30% of my brain is devoted to insulting myself. Then, another 20% is dedicated to being ADD and generally distracted. Which leaves me with about 20% of my brain writing this essay. No, my math is not wrong. The remaining 20% is for other useless processes. Like, my brain imploring me to give up/sleep. You know, stupid and irrational?

I'm addicted to tumblr. Specifically, the Secret Postcards on tumblr. Oh, whatdoyaknow? It's also on blogspot here.

Ok. I feel I've settled down (read:ranted/whined) enough to get back to those pesky essays.

p.s. I can't find my cellphone. I need it to set and alarm to wake up tomorrow. I'm scared to go downstairs for fear of being chewed out by my mumsy. :\ FAIL.

guide me to cloud nine
i can feel it fading
my dreams are gone
i contemplate, interrogate
analyze my health
until there's nothing left

Ache. :[