Its 3:55 a.m., and I havent even BEGUN to start on the two tests that have sprawled themselves out infront of me in the form of books and worksheets. Okay, so I skip yesterday with the full intention of having enough time to study and sleep, but this is not the case. I completely realize that I decided to skip at 1ish a.m. Thursday only to waste 27 hours doing everything in my power to procrastinate my ass off to an ludicrious degree. Honestly, I didnt even think it was humanly possible to pull something remotely this terrible off.

Its 4:00 a.m. now, and I find myself listening to the Beatles, hopped up on enough coffee to keep a herd of elephants awake for weeks on end, hoping that somehow I'll get some motivation to walk into the other room to read the Statistics chapter. I know I won't for at least another 15 minutes, maybe I'll start 15 minutes after that, hm wait, I've already gone 30, another 15 probably wouldnt hurt either, right? Why do I insist on wasting time like this? I dunno man. I've realized how much I want to get out of high school at least. I walk into class and find myself thinking, " LoLz teh teacher izZ soo0o0 sTooPID! " and sleeping or dawdling all period often.

Two tests. TWO examinations. If this were college, I would probably be shitting a brick or two right about now. I suppose I'm savoring the high school moments of procrastination and the deliciously delicious delights of senior year, which is one beautifully laid back year as of this moment.

(You guys feel me?)

Hm, senior year, that reminds me... spending quality gym time with the freshmen in first period has become as much fun as thoughtfully gnawing on a bagful of scrotums. Every day I see myself observing the various groups in the melting pot of gym, the stoners, wanna-be-gangsters, loners, dorks, rotc kids, and of course, the ever-popular popular kids. It's super fun to watch until you realize noone else is a senior and suddenly you find that your best friend becomes the bench, sitting out and being a loser. Talking to them just makes it worse, "what the fuck, youre a senior? what are you doing in here?", to which I have no reasonable response whatsoever. Yeah damn those freshmen and thier fishy-ways, ill fillet those bastards later.

The rest of my day progresses just fine by Faiz standards, my desk in periods 2-4 end up being my bed-away-from-home and favorite classes most of the time, which brings me to Statistics, period 5, the hell that no one ever warned you about because everyone wanted you to suffer at the hands of the diabolical Mr. Polk. Well, okay, he isn't all too bad outside of class, and I may have been exaggerating about the course just a tad, but regardless, fuck stats. I can't sleep, I can't draw, I can't talk to my friends (I got moved four times from my original seat, he just doesnt get the picture does he?), so I'm forced to listen. Yeah, a real teacher that teaches and wants you to learn in school, what the fuck, right? So I listen. And by listen I mean stare at the blank TV screen infront of me all period, hoping by some miracle that it'll hum to life and start playing episodes of Aqua Teen Hunger Force or something.

Fuck, right, i totally forgot, that test is still today.



end 4:20am