Disclaimer: the following passage was written after getting four hours of sleep for the night whilst listening to Dangerous Mind by Within Temptation. Try to enjoy.


Whenever I start writing, I always think to myself, how can I make it so the reader doesn't go "oh great, another boring book." I do it all the time, I'll pick up a book that I hear everyone says "oh man that book was epic you have got to read it." Then after a few months of ignoring my friend's pleads I actually go to the library or bookstore and crack open the first book. Soon after I feel like I've read the first sentence more than three times and still don't know what the hell it said. Hence me writing this. Weird writing like you're talking to someone, when you have no idea who the hell it is. I mean for all I know you could be a gangster wannabe hoodie and all. As for me - well you'll just have to read on to find out. This book is about life as it actually is and how it goes on. I don't promise all that exciting crap that people say happens to them but doesn't really. I'm no great underdog (at least not yet), just another Jane Doe. Yeah I'm a girl - get over it.

Anyway, let's just say that students tend to screw themselves over - yeah I know, it's the type of thing you say no shit to. Still I regress. We are just so effing stupid sometimes and no - we don't think of our future like we should every single minute of every single day. Well, not unless you're one of those kids that regards reciting Shakespeare with their parents as ebbing towards adventurous. Feel bad for people like that, they're missing out on real life. I mean, how the hell are you going to get any social skills that way? Whatever, no offense but parents who do that to their children should stop taking those parenting classes on how to make your kid an I.V. League product and start seeing how they can prepare their kids for what I like to call reality.

Yes, and in this reality I am in the process of screwing myself over just like a million other students are this very moment. Getting four hours of sleep a night, leaving an essay for the morning of - that's all old news. That's what makes it so utterly brainless and disgusting. Yes, whenever I lay eyes upon an essay I wrote in an hour or less I must turn my head away in disgust for the sake of my computer so I may not vomit on it. Ok, maybe being a bit of a perfectionist in some areas has its drawbacks.


I tend to veer off and ramble a lot. So if you don't like tha screw you and go find another book. You'll probably end up cussing at me like no other by the end of the book if this thing even gets published or done if the world is lucky.



Getting back on track, I just wanted to say that I am here to defend the students who actually put their studies aside for the weekend , get this, and actually take a break from studying! I know, it's revolutionary this notion of taking a break and actually having periods of fruitful productivity. I have no witty term for this process - but it actually works with some willpower. See, the trick is, you actually let yourself free your mind for a few days and do whatever the hell it is you want to do (nothing illegal, mind you). Then, if you're a normal human being and have the ability to get stressed out, which most of us are deemed to have superb skill, and you actually start to do your essay and get it done! I know, it's marvelous - but here's how you have to do it to actually make it work. You can't just tell yourself that you're going to leave it for the night before, you have to convince yourself that you are going to start that paper a week in advance. Yes, yes, I know that's the hardest part for me too. Before that week comes up you must be as lazy and put off any work that pales in comparison to this essay to the last minute as a sacrifice. Then, by the time the week before the essay is due, if you have a brain, you will actually feel the pressure to start writing your essay.

Now if you just read that paragraph and thought 'what the hell is this nutjob talking about? I don't start my essay till one in the morning the night and still get an A,' then no offense, but screw you. I'm sorry for being human but I can't help but be a tad irrate when something that takes me a whole day takes someone else an hour to do. Yeah, sue me - well don't really. Unless this becomes some great best seller I won't have the money you want.

But take this moment as an example of the typical student behavior. Instead of writing my essay on Dolphin Assisted Therapy which in no way could be deemed scientifically acceptable, I am writing this. Yes my friend I am a two faced hypocrite like everyone else out there. Am I going to regret this later today, yeah. I already know I will, but here's how you make it work. Forgive me if I sound like a self help book, but instead of complaining to yourself and making the scenario worse get off your ass and do what you have to get what you want for your future. Yes, a fellow freshman in college student actually said the f word. Yeah, here's some news - if you want to graduate with a major in the following four years - you actually need to go talk to those advisors your school keeps alive and captive.

Before you ask what I'm on let me just tell you about my crazy ass day I've been having. I admit to being one of those goody two shoes who gets her homework done ontime and actually participates in class. Today was a different story. I really couldn't be more apathetic if apathy came and bit me in the rear. So I wake up to my cell's alarm at 6:50 am and like all other responsible and well to do students I ignore it and promptly turn my mop of a head and think five more minutes to myself. Remember this is after four hours of sleep. Fortunately snooze is the default option if you just press ok, so five minutes later it rings again so much so that my hand is forced to reach out and my eyes must peel open agonizingly slow. This only to promptly close again. Of course this is one of those "oh shit" moments where you look at your alarm clock across the room and it says 7:30 instead of 7:00. And then it all went vertigo. Literally. I got up from bed and intened to walk over my heaps of messiness sprawled out on the floor, but instead swayed like a drunk. Walking forward found myself getting worse by the moment. Not only had it taken be twenty minutes to get out of bed, I was now freezing and had yet to do the morning rituals. Skipping the rest of the boring events, I found myself on campus a half hour late for class. All I was thinking was that if I was the professor I would have a special place in my heart to hate students with the nerve to get to class so late. Thankfully, my professor doesn't and I actually got there just in time. Go figure huh? G-d must love me is what I was thinking at that point, and things started to get better till I realized that I had no lunch with me. But oh well, I'll live. I'll just see how long I can hold up without food and stay in the lab till I can leave. So now I sit here, typing up this blog on paper, wasting my time away. Just for the record I did find a lot of good information before I veered off and began this.

The end for today, my muse left me for a chocolate donut.

Sure I'm not as bad as the Iranian president who claims comes over here as a man of "justice" and then goes back to his nuclear Iran and leads those harmoneous chants, "deaht to American." Wondrous world, I know - but hey it's all gonna get even worse so why fret right? We'll leave that for another time.


Day 2

So get this, that essay I told you about - that damned freaking essay that was supposed to be due yesterday - is actually due on Friday. Great freaking tastic isn't it? Well yeah it is, but whatever, I'm allowed to complain. Today was better I guess. Woke up after six hours of sleep instead of four, actually ate breakfast in the car, and had some lunch. I hate not being able to eat to my hearts content. More so I hate not being able to go outside and work up an appetite so I can eat to me heart's content.

Oh well, at east I have the grand opportunity to look up videos on YouTube. Have you seen those videos to Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk? Man, if I had those motor skills I would be playing some Guitar Hero instead of Transformers The Game.

If you dare think up an insult Transformers in any way, shape, or form I will personally hire a ninja to assist you in experiencing extreme torturous pain. To say the Transformers movie was flawed or inadequate is blasphemy. The only thing I'll admit to is that make out scene at the end certainly wasn't needed. Seriously, I don't need to see any more PDA than I already see when I'm on campus. A butterfly kiss is fine, it can even be cute - but a full on french kiss is really way too much and quite frankly I could do without seeing you shove your tongue down someone else's throat. Bleh, my stomach is already churning from the visual.

Better to think happy thoughts. Like a music video, yes one of those would surely suit my mood right now. Definitely thinking up a way to blow up my mind .