Because I'm already up anyway and I'm just that good at wasting time.

Start time: 5:00 am


It is Dead Week.  The week before finals.  The week of living at the library and going through an entire bag of hot Cheetos and Original Nacho Doritos in one day.  


It is also the week when people lose their minds.  Unofficially, of course
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And if you're me, it is the one week when you can't bring yourself to do ANYTHING.


I came back from class at 12:30, intending to sleep for half an hour and then get to work.  Obviously, that never works out, and when I woke up, it was 4:44 in the evening.  Naturally, I panicked, realizing I'd wasted the entire afternoon, and immediately got to work  checked my Facebook.  Okay, THEN I immediately got to work.  I was super pumped, plugged in my headphones (which render me completely deaf even on low volume because they're completely AWESOME), turned on my reading playlist on Grooveshark and started to catch up on my genetics reading.


I didn't even finish one chapter.


But because my legs were cramping, I decided to take a break and join Swift.  Big mistake.  You know those shows on channels like Bravo and TLC that you'd never think anyone watches, like The Real Housewives of Atlanta and Sixteen and Pregnant and How To Make Nose Hair Look Sexy?  Turns out people DO watch them.


Bored college students like us who can't motivate themselves to work and need some good quality time to rot their brains with shitty TV.  I literally sat there and watched The Real Housewives of Atlanta for I don't know how long, enduring (and secretly enthralled by) the bad singers, the juicy divorces and the sheer amount of silicone present when all six of those women were together.  Finally, around 8:00 (okay, fine, 9:30), I started feeling the urgency and the need to get work done and felt super guilty about the fact that I was being a lazy fatass.


That doesn't mean I did anything to change it.  


Instead, due to the fact that I had a gigantic tension headache(possibly because of my grueling day and how much work I was doing) and Auntie Flo had decided to drop in with a particular vengeance this time around, I was incapacitated.  Although, to my credit, I was trying to do work.  In the end, I ended up giving up, doping myself up on Excedrin and aspirin, curling up on the couch, occasionally singing stupid songs and watching Top Chef (I swear, fucking Bravo TV is going to ruin my life).  


Fate smiled on me and pulled me out of the mire of unproductivity around midnight when the Excedrin finally 
kicked in.  This, combined with coffee, Korn and Metallica, got me working pretty steadily.
Until about 4:30.  This sacred time found me super hyper and giggling like a maniac at almost everything, along with Swift, particularly about Pablo Neruda's poem Ode To A Large Tuna In The Market.


Now the giggling has subsided, and I'm finally just tired.  And now I only have two more chapters to finish reading (as opposed to the six I had before).  I think I can finally call it a night.


I'm sleeping as the sun rises.  And now I will dream about transposable elements in E. coli genomes, DNA repair machinery in eukaryotes, LINEs and Drosophila melanogaster(fruit flies).  


My life rocks.  


Really.

You know you're jealous.

End Time: 5:43 am.

~*Heat*~

i thought i ___ him/ winter just wasn't my season

we always have the best times when there's something more important to be done and we are patently ignoring it. let me rephrase, i guess i mean I have something more important to do (damn you finals....). But i'm remembering a time just like this one where four crazy ladies decided to start a blog as yet another tool to procrastinate. we said we'd write our thoughts and our experiences, our hopes and our fears and then we'd be able to go back and look and remember. 


tonight was one of those random nights that we should remember so im documenting this. it's in the internets guys, it's never going to be erased. 


coming out of my room and singing a single line from 2 am and then you guys actually GOING ALONG WITH IT was the best. i always want to remember it as one of the high points of our roomie relationship :) 


also explaining poetry to people that don't like it/don't want to like it is frustrating. and pablo neruda has a poem entitled "an ode to a trout in the market place". it's a legit poem too. 


wtf pablo. wtf. 


also- dirt. 


for you:
www.buzzfeed.com/ashleybaccam/the-best-harry-potter-pick-up-lines








SWIFT
<3 for ee cummings and pepper banana chips

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

love you fishpoo :) even if you are a hipster that has no taste in poetry