No sleep

It's a Tuesday.
I'm already completely sleep deprived.

I can't wait for this week to end.
It's all a part of the educational system, see how well our students fare when we throw down all the large assignments and all the exams in the span of two days and see how well they function when completely sleep deprived.

I regret not starting sooner, but there were other things going on. I was getting into a new schedule, I moved, I'm getting used to living in an environment that's not completely my own, and slowly I'm turning into mush with all the stress that follows the end of the semester.

I'm aware that it's happening, but I can't stop it.

It's my birthday tomorrow, I was hoping that if I did enough today I'd be able to meet up with some people at a coffee house and maybe have a beer or two and chat. I miss the mindless social interaction that isn't getting blackout drunk.

I miss a drama-free existence.

But alas, tomorrow has to be spent studying for the 4 tests I have on Thursday, and then the one test on Friday. For some reason all my teachers decided that Thursday is the only day they can have tests.

But at least I have chocolate and almost unlimited coffee.

Wish me luck.

I just update here when I'm procrastinating

So.
Yeah.
I haven't updated in over a year. That's okay? Right?
The status on my projects hasn't changed that much. I got a lot done for 'Z', however it's still first draft-y and honestly, looking at it makes me feel worn down.
I'm wondering where I went wrong. Maybe it had something to do with the fact I didn't plan it. I've always been the type of person who keeps calenders, multiple calenders in fact and tries to be organized*
However when it comes to writing, I might write a rough outline, and then jump straight into it and get to know the characters while I write.
This isn't easy for 'Z', I find the random characters that are in the story for a chapter more interesting than my main character, also I suspect that she's a psychopath because she can shrug off almost anything that happens to her.
''Oh I just saw my Bff get ripped apart by 50 seagulls... Cool, I'm hungry, let's go to McDonalds. Then I'll never talk about her again or show any emotion whatsoever :D''**

So, I need to work on her a bit, I decided to write about random stuff about her, stuff I wouldn't ask a real person, and I'm slowly discovering her and finding her, which is pretty good.

I'm still working on the collection of short stories, mainly writing then re-writing and then throwing it all away and starting again.

I'm hoping to write more soon.





* Who am I kidding, I'm never organized.

**Not actually what happens.