In which I rant

Dude…I’m tired. My insomnia is coming back with a vengeance. And by that I mean that I now consider myself lucky if I get 3 hours of sleep at night. And the weirdest thing is that I am tired, well, exhausted, but it’s not an ‘I need sleep tired’, but an ‘I need a beach and a cocktail’ tired. Of course, the fact that my department has decided that this is the week they kill us. While everyone else is finishing lectures we’re…not. And not only that but we’ve started labs again and we’re supposed to do these with a partner and my partner isn’t here. Which sucks. Did I mention that this is on top of the huge amounts of work we have to do? And the weekly tests?

Sucks.

Really, really sucks.

But hey, it just gets worse from here. So I should enjoy it, right? Before exams start again.

Fuckity fuck.

And I cannot even find a dress. See, this Cinderella is going to the ball. The chem society ball. Well, chem and every other science they could find, because you wouldn’t want to release us in the general public. Scientists are their own species. * So, yeah, the ball is on Friday. As in less than 2 days from now Friday. And I don’t have a dress. Not even after the almost 3 hours of shopping I did today. I guess that just means more shopping for me tomorrow.

Fuckity fuck again.

The good part is that because of my lack of sleep I am finally up to date with my work. Dude**, I even studied for my law tutorial. That’s how bored I was. I’m writing fanfiction again(as soon as my latest story is going up on ff I will torture you with a link. It’s intense. But I am biased.). No more emails going for weeks without a reply. Next I might start cleaning.

Bwahahahaha. I’m not that crazy.

*Please don’t pet the scientists. And, for your own safety, don’t go near their cages close to feeding time.

**No, I don’t know why I keep using dude. Just go with it.

Also. Chet Baker is awesome. And Noel Gallagher's unplugged album is not bad(The Butterfly Collector and Fade Away are my personal faves.).