photo | so wake up, wake up and do it. whatever it is, whatever it is.
first official all-nighter of winter finals week 2011. um . . . yay?
wrote a seventeen-page research paper for yesterday and need another fifteen for tomorrow (today). the library’s open til two.
and we talk about how that’s possibly inhumane, how it only perpetuates procrastination, somehow sanctions insufficient sleep patterns advocates inordinate amounts of caffeine encourages unhealthy eating (not to mention) catchpenny compositions we turn in minutes before deadline shipwrecked, sunk, incurious. anything but allowing us to finish at our best. still. my sister says you know what? at the end of this, we’ll still be alive. and my mum quotes Brandon Flowers because she’s kool lyk dat.
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TELL the DEVIL THAT HE CAN GO BACK from WHERE HE CAME
HIS FIERY ARROWS DREW THEIR BEAD in VAIN
and WHEN THE HARDEST PART is OVER, WE’LL BE HERE
AND OUR DREAMS WILL BREAK the BOUNDARIES of OUR FEAR