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sleep is for the weak . . .
Wednesday, May 25, 2005 | 2:28 AM | Allegri
It's 1:08 am and here I am, still awake, haven't even drank any caffeinated products in the last six hours, finished my homework, ok well not really, only the stuff that I felt like completing. With only 9 days until graduation, I have absolutely no desire to complete any homework. But here I am, in the wee hours of the morning, with the choice of either going to bed or just blogging my pathetic inability to sleep. The thought of sleeping fills my mind only to be drowned out upon by the thoughts of all the things that I must complete within the next weeks limits. So this is were it leads to, me sitting Indian style with a laptop connected to my wireless internet connection, resting in my lap over cuddled on top of my oversized perfectly worn in dance sweatshirt, looking like Anakin Skywalker with its large hood draped over mine eyes. Only blogging to take away from the mindless insanity of actually sleeping, wow am I really that brainwashed? To think that nocturnally is a healthy lifestyle, to believe that this is not doing major damage to my immune system as I type, with each character my lungs becoming more and more susceptible to illness. And yet, I still sit, I still type each word making my eyes prayerfully get more and more dreary, but alas it workest thou not. Thoughts drowning my mind, ever so slowly, yet quickly at the same time. My two cents of words of wisdom:

"The weirdest feeling is not knowing what to feel"

"Befriending your enemies may seem like a good path, but in reality it just puts your back closer to there knife"

"You never know love until you've lost it, you never know your best friend until they die for you, you never know that they both are the same person, until they walk away"

Oh yeah, that reminds me things that I need to post:

Movie Review of: Wimbeldon
Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith

Well, I'm going to go grab some warm milk and attempt to get an hour or two of sleep before school, hopefully that wasn't to boring, if you fell asleep don't feel bad, it was intended for that, the effects were just supposed to work on me as well.
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