This semester I did an investigation on the effects of certain genres of music and the response on blood pressure that individuals have upon hearing the selections. In the past when exam week arrives I usually would have partied it up. I would pretend to study for a few hours, but inevitibly I would run downstairs to be with my roomates and take part in drinking all night long, waking up hungover, and attempting to pull a good grade out of my ass. This time around though, I’m exhausted as fuck, becuase my dumb ass did something stupidly fun last night, and didn’t get more than 2 hours of sleep last night with an hour nap this evening. Its weird. Even though my brain says “go to bed” I’m still writing this paper I sh ould have started weeks ago. I’m still a MAJOR procrastinator, though now I actually deal with it in a mature mannor. I’m sure I’ll still go to bed way before it’s finished, wake uop at 4 am to finish it, and then wish I would learn my lesson. It’s SO tempting to go hit the H2O bong with trish and just chill out…but I’m not going to. I’m GOING to stay straight for the week. I can do it! Right? I need to finish the semester strong. Which means I should stop tumblin, right?
