So far so good.

I managed to enter that last entry by midnight. Woo! I've managed to continue the successful streak I began two days ago--barely.

I'm proud of the previous poem, actually. I guess my poetry class isn't so useless after all. (Kidding.) I wrote it last Thursday after I had a few nosebleeds myself. I looked down at my fingers to see blood splattered everywhere, including that crack the narrator talks about. I didn't really know what I really meant when I wrote down the words, but they came to me with unguided focus. After I finished, I put the poem away from my mind, not really expecting to come back to it. So when it was 11: 30 tonight and I had little to say about anything else, I remembered that poem, and thought it made a good point about family ties. Quick as a flea and with flashes of snippet editing, I managed to prune the poem and published it a whole ten minutes before 12. Yes! *Pat on back*

In other unrelated but more bloggy-like news, my day was as good as one could hope for. I woke up four or five times this morning, each time checking the clock in a panic because I had to leave my house at eight-thirty for an appointment at school, and each time drifting back to another half hour snooze.

I don't know why, but I've had difficulty waking up in the mornings the past few weeks. I feel like I'm moving underwater whenever I manage to get off my bed. Usually I wander in my house for a bit to wake up, turning on our kitchen radio for early morning dancing. But I find staying up is one of the hardest parts of getting up. Every bone, muscles, tendon, and nerve in my body is pulled down by an enthusiastic Gravity; it takes every amount of will-power in my poor brain to wrestle against going back to sleep. And usually, I fail--miserably. I've overslept numerous times because of my shoddy self-discipline. I don't know what to do. Going to bed earlier doesn't seem to work; neither does setting my alarm or having my mom wake me up (she forgets sometimes), and I don't drink coffee. This is something I'm gonna have to figure a solution to--fast!

So I went to my appointment with a school counselor, but it turns out it was unnecessary because the information I needed was available at Admissions. *facepalm* Definitely my mistake though. I shouldn't have lazied out of research. It rained on my way back to my car too; I had to walk about ten minutes in soft rainfall. Luckily, I managed to find a short-cut from the counseling offices to my car that was covered by roofs.

Afterward, I came back home after retrieving my wallet from Leo after I left it in his car on Friday night. Instead of studying for my history midterm later in the day, I opted to surf YouTube for AC/DC videos. (In my defense, I had spent the entire weekend studying, ineffective as it may have been: I only answered ten questions from the 55+ question study guide.)

I almost ran late for my Cinema class, but it didn't matter because class was canceled for the day. So I went to the library and cracked down hard on myself. I studied my dry history book for about two hours, poking and picking through pages of fire brush for very specific answers.

After eating my homemade lunch and reading Tom Sawyer for a bit, it was finally time for my history midterm.

I gotta say this: I was unusually nervous. I think it was from all the studying I did over the weekend. Studying only makes you more nervous because you're more likely to worry about things you didn't study. There's nothing else to say except I believe I aced the midterm with marginal clearance; I'm confident in a B at least.

Dude, you would not believe how light I felt leaving that clock-ticking-silent room. I swear, I was walking at a slow jog all the way to my car. I love the elation you feel when a pressuring deadline or assignment is completed or past.

And that was my day.