truly, truly wished ppl like louis-ferdinand celine didn't write novels the way he does; thick, 400+ pg, 220+ words on each page novels, because when stuff like this becomes the material that you have to base upon for writing a paper due in two days, you begin to blame everyone, everything for the suffering you go through, except yourself, for slacking off, for not pulling yourself together and reading the crap WHEN you were supposed to read it because you had to cram for a science midterm during the week span that you were supposed to read it... i hate myself... hate how the quarter system crams all this info into a measly few weeks and uses that to judge ppl...

it's not really about being a day or night person... more or less if you want ppl to shut up, or whether you want to hear ppl talk at you... oh yea, that and whether you prefer shut-eye or lattes... except i don't waste money on lattes... which is why, again, i hate myself...

does it sound like i'm doing a bit of hating early in the morning? maybe my head'll clear up later in the day... that is, if i don't fall asleep again... or hopefully, this weekend... provided i actually stick to doing work, not building thumb callouses...