I’ve been waking up at 4am every day since Monday. And then I don’t fall asleep till I have to get out of bed.
The first time was because I was having a nightmare about projectile motion where I couldn’t find the value of v by using the cartesian equation. And then I woke up from frustration.
Now I just wake up at 4 cause my body is like “LOL CRYSTAL WAKE THE FUCK UP YOUR EXAMS ARE NEXT WEEK WHY AREN’T YOU STUDYING/WHY AREN’T YOU THINKING ABOUT STUDYING/LOL JOKES NOW YOU ARE YOU FUCKING DUMBASS”

So because of all this, yesterday I didn’t go to school just so I could “sleep in” for a bit, but my English teacher thought I was just jigging to study (although partly true). I went to school today to explain that I was having sleeping problems and nightmares about maths, and one of the other teachers overheard and told me to watch a sexy movie before I sleep so I could dream about good looking boys instead.

Now I will go for my 5 hour slumber.

#lifeofanhscstudent

You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?

That’s my favorite part of reading. 

(via s-o-u-r-c-e)

All this stuff about “oh it might be your last day, better go out and fix your mistakes, talk to people you have a grudge against, make amends blah blah blah”. Yeah. If you look at it from the other side of the spectrum, what if today isn’t my last day and tomorrow isn’t either and the rest of the week is still there for me. What if I spent a week wasting precious study time.

Bet you didn’t see that coming.

#lifeofanhscstudent