6 a.m.
Homework is done and I refuse to even look at my bed.
Coffee, shower, music.
Gonna be a loooooong day.
I got this.
5 a.m.
Half a chapter of anthropology and a 15 or so page article for philosophy.
I got this.
I…am so tired.
More Adderal?
Video is irrelevant. Point behind speech is. Watch.
It’s 4 a.m. and I’m almost halfway done with my homework.
This is what I get for procrastinating.
Go, go, go!
Go and listen to “Ten Things” by Paul Baribeau. Though most of you won’t like how it sounds (it was hard for even me to get through it), but it has a good meaning.
(via throughprivateeyes)
When your pupils are as dilated as mine, listening to Moby’s “Run On” is a good decision.
All nighter.
L’eggo.
Shockingly, I’m not tired AND voice leading is making total sense right now. I’m riding this high until I die.
Tomorrow will be a different story, so prepare for a tidal wave of bitching.
Now, the last half of theory, more studying for TBS, then philosophy and anthropology. TOMORROW I WILL PRACTICE.
I am weeping at the thought of this upcoming week.
(Source: maszmnie)
(Source: moskeito)
I JUST WANT TO SMOKE AND GO TO BED
THIS FUCKING DAY
FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK
I AM SO PISSED
