"Are you feeling ok today?".... "Bite me."

oh.
ok.
it's gonna be one of THOSE kind of mornings.

I don't know what happened to the weekend, but i found myself exhausted and finally home from rehearsal at 10:45 last night.
World lit test: Monday 8:30 AM...
Amount of time studying: 0 hrs and 0 minutes.
Amount of time preparing for class thus far in the semester: 0 hrs and 0 minutes.
Rating of effort put in compared to the other classes: LAST. 6th out of 6.

This put me in quite the predicament.

Finally at 11:30, I start to study. I realize quickly that this is going to take me a very long time. So i drink a Dr. Pepper, eat a monster cookie and prepare for an extremely late night. But I've never been very good at late nights. My friends have always pegged me as the one to fall asleep first. (I can't start a movie after 9). So as my night of study begins, plenty of interferences stopped me from full focus: roommates, facebook, lack of any motivation whatsoever. Slowly but surely, I continued to learn about very old, uninteresting pieces of Asian Literature. Somewhere along the way, one of my roommates went to bed and I was sure it would be at least 4 before I would be so lucky. But then, probably somewhere around 1:30, I made a serious mistake. I lay my head down next to my computer. Just for a minute... I won't sleep for long... I just need a quick nap! Roommate 2 woke me up and I decided I either needed to go to bed or take a shower to wake myself up. So i went into my bedroom without a plan: another mistake on my part. This is where it gets kind of crazy. I still had my shoes on from rehearsal. So rather than taking them off and crawling into my bed for a few hours, I kept my feet on the floor and my body in my bed. Jeans, t-shirt, shoes. Lights on. I slept for probably 3 and a half hours. Then I woke up and realized that I was no where near ready for this test. So i took a shower and got dressed for the day. It was about 5:30. 3 hours until test time. So I put back on a different pair of jeans and a new t shirt and sweatshirt and somehow against my will I fell back asleep in my bed! Finally I woke up to the sound of my roommate getting ready at 7:00. I had 45 minutes to study. I needed more like 3 hours. I crammed like i have never crammed before, just pouring information into my brain for 45 minutes... and now here I sit. I took the test... we'll see about that later. But for now, my eyes are burning I'm living life in my hooded sweatshirt- hood on of course- and huge bags under my eyes.

I wonder if these shenanigans will stop after college.

From Whispers to Roars

I'm sitting on a porch.

I'm listening to the quiet wind.

I'm feeling a breeze.

I'm comfortable.

I'm breathing in.

I'm breathing out.

I'm calm.

so is the world around me.

but then...

Literally thousands of motorcycles start screaming at once.

They yell so loud that I can't hear the quietness anymore.

They are stealing Fayetteville for the weekend.

They are setting up stands with turkey legs and barbeque sandwiches.

The leather vested, huge bearded, beer drinking, thunderous bikers of America have invaded Fayetteville, Arkansas.

And for some reason... I love everything about it.