I've been doing my best Anthony Michael Hall pen in the mouth impression for the past hour or so, and I thought i'd take a break from not studying to tell you about it. As many young adults are, I'm neck deep in the placenta from this semester's new baby-doll, the parents are calling the little fella Finals. I've decide not to sleep tonight, as I have an exam at 8am, and couldnt afford to go to bed early, for several reasons...the of course most obvious reason is that I need this valuable time before my two exams tommorow to be studying, but also I slept until after 3 today, and am on a very bad schedule, so short of Overdosing on Nyquil i wouldnt have been able to sleep tonight before 3am. and i'm not about to try to get only 4-4 and half hours of sleep when I have something important to get up for.


This has never worked out well, last year before my speech for gcom that she warned us we could not miss, lest we would fail the class for the semester, i stayed up till 3 hours before class perfecting my speech, and decided to get a few winks before class, and then just never got up. I sleep through anything, i had alarms set and notes posted all around my room that this was important that I wake up, and I just slept through it. I woke up in a frenzy a few hours after my class and asked my roomate to break my arm, thinking that the only way out of this mess was to be in the hospital. My roomate readily agreed, i mean how often to you get the opportunity to take out your frustrations on a willing subject? Before he got started, i called my mother, to ask if she thought that my admittal time to the hospital would come up later when I tried to use my injury to weasel out of my F, which would catch me in a lie, with a broken arm and a failing grade anyway. She put the kibosh on the whole arm breaking frenzy, much to my roomate's chagrin I'm sure...and yes i got the F, the first of many, now F's are old-hat.


Anyway the moral of the story is that I don't trust myself to get up for anything important unless i get at least 6 hours of sleep and even then its a gamble....I crave sleep like heroin, in as much as I steal money from my mother's purse in order to get my hands on some sweet sweet shut-eye, and then i inject the Z's in between my toes...so i'm staying up, like i stayed up for several days at a time on a regular basis, during last year. Sleep-deprivation can be a crazy good time. Walking around in a haze, with blurry red eyes, seeing things that arent there, talking outloud when you try only thinking, and always being a few steps behind whenever anyone says anything, and all for free...most people seeking this kind of thrill are willing to throw hard earned dollars on the counter and say "give me some jujubees"...but those people are crazy, Jujubees dont mess up your head, unless jujubees is drug slang for drugs, and then yes i'd like some jujubees, and no im not a cop.


this reminded me of convo i had with stef last year during one of my insomnia benders of being awake for 3 or 4 days:

danwho24 7: i thought u cant die from insomnia
danwho24 7: u can die from not seeing a buss and walking into it
sweetstef001: true
danwho24 7: or swallowing rat poison u thought was aspirin
danwho24 7: or falling asleep behind the wheel of heavy machinery
sweetstef001: but is that health problems or just being a DITZ
sweetstef001: danny who you're such a ditz
danwho24 7: hahahah ahahhaha
sweetstef001: lol
sweetstef001: you try to cover up your ditziness with these excuses.. "drugs" "lack of sleep"



Since getting mono, through means unknown, I hadn't drank in quite some time, and with the papers to write and finals coming up, I was of course busy but there was no way I was going to miss the little shindig in honor of the one of the greatest human beings alive that was held this weekend. We had a party for Angel, a going away, we will miss you, we love you kind of surprise party. Angel is going for a semester "abroad" living in DC next semester, and we will miss his everlasting smile greatly while he's not around.


It was a lovely party, we had made t-shirts commemorating the life and times of mr gonzalez, mine which I will cherish forever. There were also many pictures and signs and other decorations...and Angel was greatful and glowing which makes anything worth it. I would kill ten baby seals if angel would be so glad...So I just wanted to take a moment to acknowledge the life-happy monster of a man that is Angel Gonzalez, and publicly wish him all the best. if i had a lot of stock footage of angel prancing and smiling, i feel i would put together a moving little montage in tribute, while something like its so hard to say goodbye to yesterday played. like this but with angel. picture it with me....(dissolve to white, cut scene)


"It was a flare gun, it went off in my locker...fucking elephant was destroyed"