two posts yesterday and one today. i knew i could do it.

but it has nothing to do with me having nothing at all to do tonight; i’m just very committed to writing, that’s all. okay, so maybe it’s slightly because my courseload is a joke and i never have to do anything, and even a bookworm like me can only read for pleasure for so many hours in a day. but i’m not complaining. just giving myself a diversion.

those classes though — you know, i really hate dozing off during a class, because i know it’s disrespectful and rude and not smart to be seen struggling to stay awake, but sometimes there’s nothing you can do. is there a trick to magically make yourself unsleepy? i don’t think so. i’m not willing to ingest substances just to stay bright-eyed during a class, and it wasn’t that i didn’t sleep enough the night before, so i’m going to point the finger at poor teaching. it’s the easiest and most satisfying place to lay the blame.

man it’s early. maybe i will read more. although i sometimes think that i’m really only reading to impress the world with how much i’ve read, which is failing because much of the world is unimpressed and downright disinterested in what i’ve read or really reading in general, i still enjoy it on most levels. even when i’m tired of it and have to give it a rest it’s still comforting to come back to only a half an hour later, and remains one of the only constant pleasures. especially the good stuff like what i’m reading now.

[now hearing this: weird techno sounds from upstairs; and if that weren’t a standard occurrence, one might think that disco-clubbing aliens were trying to kidnap my second-floor roommate while i sat here typing. perhaps i should go check this time.]