It's finals week. I have a final at 11a.m. that I haven't even started studying for. I've recently realized that I absolutely suck at prioritizing. My to-do list is so long it should be written on a novelty scroll. Like Santa's naughty/nice list. Which reminds me, it's almost Christmas.
Christmas. The season of fat guys in furry suits, magic reindeer, candy, presents, the reoccurrence of Thanksgiving dinner, fabulously decorated trees propped up in living rooms, annoying relatives, and ugly sweaters! COUNT ME IN!!!! :O
But really, I do enjoy the Christmas festivities. I love the winter season in general. I love ice skating, hot cider, caroling, and vacuuming pine needles just as much as the next guy. Though I'd have to say that Christmas's most redeeming factor is that I am not questioned when I drink Martinelli's at breakfast lunch and dinner.
But back to the matter at hand.
I find myself asking the same question every day at around this time:
WHY AM I STILL AWAKE?
I have the weirdest sleep schedule. No matter what time I go to sleep, I always find myself awake by the time the witching hour rolls around. It's like I live in a horror movie, except other than my horrific sleep patterns, there's not much excitement.
I just ate a fiber one bar, which was pretty mediocre. There is never any food available on campus at this hour, unless you are in the mood for some tuna salad from a vending machine.
On the plus side, Breakfast starts in three hours, so I can finally satisfy these EXCRUCIATING HUNGER PAINS. Go Toreros.
I sometimes wonder why I don't blog more often. I'm all about celebrating word vomit and basking in my own glory. Expect to see more of me.
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