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