30 hours and Counting

Vacation.
2 months of summer, laying back with nothing to do acting like a total feline. Oh yea baby now this is life...Not.
Starting out slow, Biology exam was a killer, hung out at school a bit, cancelled three plans and got ditched out on the fourth, supposedly to get home to sleep, which of course did not happen because pillows don't like me and clocks hate me. Oh and did I tell you my laptop has a crush on me?

I decided to go nuts today and beat my own record of 32 hours awake. I'm gonna try and hang on for as long as I can, recording every bit of my hallucination phases.

25 hours and 1 minute: Awake as I've ever been. Actually even more sober than I usually feel when I wake up after a good night's sleep. I was concentrated enough to pull off chatting, photoshopping, blogging, browsing and facebooking. Besides fighting off dad who was determined to pull my toe whenever it was within his reach.

26 hours and 8 minutes: Tuned in to "Don't Push me- 50 Cent feat. Eminem and Lloyd Banks)

27 hours and 52 minutes: Started head bobbing, eyes flashing windows in and out of focus so much I felt like I had headlights for eyeballs.

28 hours and 13 minutes: I realized that mum and dad had had lunch and went to sleep without me noticing them moving around the room, which is not that right since I was on the couch, which has a panoramic view and all. Then I realized my eyes took a couple more minutes than usual to adjust to anything farther than my laptop screen an arm away, so much it felt like I should manually re-adjust their focal length by playing with my eyeballs a bit.

29 hours and 47 minutes: I'm having this weird sort of weight headache that doesn't hurt. I am aware of an outsider existence inside my skull, pushing my ear drums out and my eye balls out of their sockets, it doesn't exactly hurt, but it makes you think twice before reacting to all sorts of visual stimuli that keep popping at you out of corners. You'll begin to realize that what you thought was a fly was actually your right eye darting on its own private mission, mad eye moody style.

30 hours and 5 minutes: It suddenly came to me that I actually had lunch, it was pizza and garlic-flavoured parmesan-covered toast. I liked the toast better than the pizza. This is lame.

31 hours and 49 minutes: Again with blogging and photoshopping, I'm not really awake, or asleep. I think this is how it feels like to be hypnotized, because I'm not responding to any stimuli, and it feels like an out of body experience, except that I'm neither in or out of my body. I'm in a different medium. Somehow, though, I've been photoshopping for two hours helping out a friend, and I'm gonna deny credit to my work so they can brag to their friends =P Yes. Whether you like it or not. And No, putting on here doesn't count because I only have two current readers. Omg I think I just stupidly announced it now didn't I? Or did I not? Oh well, it's written, and you don't know. Keep it that way, though I'm not sure what way. Ok. I'm gonna have a brain crash, you work up the logic and tell me to modify this or not. haha

32 hours and 29 minutes: The last half hour has been the longest I've had to endure in my life. They say time drags on when you're waiting on your dentist's appointment or counting down the minutes till school's out, try fighting your eyelids with 32 hours anchoring them down.

32 hours and 47 minutes: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0S0OvRnY2Z4&feature=related

33 hours and 10 minutes: I'm scared because I'm not sleepy. lol I think a fuse went off up there, because I really am not that sleepy yet. I'd promised to call a friend, but I'm too scared I'll freak the hell out of her because I might say things that belong to the medium that's not really human anymore, and she's just a kid hehe ^^ I might go all psychopath on larloory and I wouldn't rememeber a single thing about it. Last time I tried destroying brain cells for recreational purposes I had a hysterical fit of laughter then I dropped asleep and skipped a day. I'll, err, call her sometime tomorrow.

33 hours and 47 minutes: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3rDMJERl64 <--I like the video and song but somehow her face scares the hell out of me. Like really really scares me. >,>

35 hours awake: O,O

36 hours: -,- I. Still. Can't. FRIGGIN. SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

37 hours and 25 minutes: Crying.

39 hours: Now I have good news and I have bad news. The good news, I almost died and didn't. The bad news, if we don't find out what I'm allergic to I'm probably gonna die next time. lol. Yup. Not an exaggeration, what happened for the last hour was EPIC. I was getting ready to sleep, when I felt bumps on my skin. I put some anti-blabla spray on it and went back to sleep. Then my nose closed up, as if two cushions were stuffed insides them, then my throat closed up and I couldn't breathe. An hour later of dad spraying something into my throat that got me coughing to tears and gasping for breath, and mum making me swallow a minute pill and some sort of syrup, my nose started opening up again and my throat let air pass. According to dad, who had my grounded on the sofa till I could breathe again, I almost died. I was choking. O,O What the hell? So Voldemort is killed by a disarming charm and I almost die because of Guava juice?

40 hours: Yup, not that sleepy anymore. O,O

To be updated.

What puts a ) after my :

Laura. You liked it when I hinted at you. So there, knock yourself out. You put a smile on my face.

Don't Push me - 50 Cent feat Eminem & Lloyd Banks. It has been stuck in my head since a buddy rapped it to me on the phone for 20 minutes. That too put a smile on my face.

They don't know it.

So, this post, as I can't get my head to work because it's 4:30 am and I actually have two finals tomorrow that I kinda sucked studying for.

What puts a smile on my face:
1.Coffee.
2.Rap.
3.People saying "Hi" on msn, because they don't. At least not to me. I keep thinking stop it with the negatives, they're busy. Then the Me in me kicks in and says "Oh fuck it, it gives you the choice to say hi and bug em some more =P"
4.My friend rapping to me on the phone. All the better if it’s 4 am. ^^
5.Laura's facebook messages. Yes you ^^
6.Odd numbers.
7.Getting new text messages.
8.People on my favourites list coming online. They're 3, it doesn't happen that much. One never talks, the other doesn't say hi but gets talking as soon as I say hi which makes me wonder why they didn't say it themselves, the last talking to me about everything so it feels like we're living together, and it never gets annoying. Which is what makes me smile.
9.When people comment on my status, even to strike up a needless hostile arguement that I spent days chevvying right back on when they get bored. That makes me smile.
10.When a friend gets mad at my webcam for not working, and don't think my eyebags make me look like a complete and utter zombie. That makes me smile.

You might or might not have noticed, which is irrelevant since I'll point it out anyway, that all these activities are internet-bound. No, I do have a life. It's just on pause for the Finals. Moving on.

Today I taught a friend with an irish keyboard how to write <3 so it turns into the emoticon on facebook. After one hour of careful explaining and updated instructions, she pulled it off, and I felt like I did something worthwhile, which is ironic since I'd been studying Algebra, Trignometry and French grammar all day and Those didn't make me feel like I accomplished half what I felt I did when I saw her flood the Homepage with tiny hearts saying yay. That made me smile.My mum ate my ice-cream, then she wanted to make me feel better, so she made me coffee with double the coffee portion in my favourite mug. That made me smile.Feeling sleepy after 2 hours of trying to sleep using every possible human method from a hot shower to turning out all the lights to humming to concentrating on the second hand on the three clocks in my room making out the rythm pattern to reading the most boring book with the weirdest vocabulary on my shelf to flipping through my old diaries to listening to songs that would make a dog kill itself to blogging about absolute nonsense on a blog that no one knows exists to drinking a glass of cold water, makes me smile.

Pogh

The sound that the Moro bar is bound to make if you microwave it wrapped. I relate to that Moro bar more than anything/anyone right now. I have two finals tomorrow, the inhumane hours of head-cramming all week are taking weight now, percipitating in the corner of my head. Then suddenly, BAM! I can't take it anymore. It's 10 pm, and I still haven't started on the 2nd final material. Point is, I don't care anymore.

I texted three people six times. The subjects included stalking, piňatas, smiling, Booing and blog titles.

One hour ago, I took a 5 minute break, 5 minutes Einstein style, which evolved into my having a second lunch which comprised of the following:
Half-melted Half-Incinerated Moro bar that smelled like a cigar that had been marinated in mustard. Yeah.
Pepper.
Two cold hard boiled eggs out of an old pringles can in the fridge.
And as usual, I drank two coffees, two mugs of tea and apple juice.
Weird thing is, I wasn't even hungry :)

Let's take it from the top

I don't like blogging, I keep thinking I got too personal and I end up deleting it all, just like I did with my entire blog 3 seconds ago. A buddy of mine just started blogging, and I gotta say after reading his entries I felt like writing stupid entries all over again for the world to see! -Yes stupid, and No I don't mean you. I mean I'm stupid like that.

Since I don't know what the hell to write about, and am not intending to make this remotely important, Imma be lame and talk about my day.

My day. Now that's complicated. I'm not sure when that started. I'm just gonna start talking about the oldest thing I remember, which is usually not that far off. I stayed up studying for my History final for 15 hours straight, during which I drank three coffees, two mugs of tea, one can of diet coke and Mango juice. I don't remember what I ate exactly, but I do remember it included Chocolate an vanilla ice cream, a hard boiled egg and some sort of fondant that was still somewhere between the gooey stuff and the wriggly stuff. At about 5 am, I'd gone online five times for 5 minutes each, listening to pure Rap/hip hop, for the unusual soothing effect they have on my brain cells. Of all the genres, Yes. My head was too clustered to let me sleep and too overworked to let me revise some more, so I ended up a zombie for the next couple of hours till exam started. I'm not sure exactly how it went because for me to know that I'd have to know how I did, and I can't possibly know that because I think the 4000 years of Civilization that I crammed into my head crashed with all the webcomics I read, and I ended up not sure who Bombay belonged to anymore. HOWEVER, for some insane reason quite idiosyncratic of me, I remembered exactly where it was in the page and what page it was, I just couldn't remember what was written. I crumpled the paper on the way out, smashing it into the trash basket inviting the giggles of my fellow head crammers, though I'm pretty sure my face was not remotely grinning. I went past the Spaced out crowd, the Burnouts and the populars straight to a hallway where I called mum to come and get me the hell out of here because I don't want to see anything except the fabric of my pillow cover for some time. I chatted with my complicatedly closest friend with which I share an abusive relationship of brutal honesty, past my suicidal other friend who decided she wanted to take it out on me because she had a shitty day, to my mum. I don't remember much of the cab ride, or in fact of the 9 hours that I spent staring at the laptop, talking around and photoshopping for 3 hours.
Lame, boring and quite me.