Come down sparrow, sing me good morning. Or, you know. Don't.

So, Steph may be right about laying off the energy drinks. I've been trying to go to sleep for hours, and while my brain is dead tired, my body steadfastly refuses to calm down at all. I'm twitchy. I fucking hate being twitchy. Also, spent 15 minutes looking for a House sleep icon, and still haven't found an animated one. This will do for now.

Have to get up and do my midterm. I can't put together two coherent academic thoughts right now. (Almost every word here has been spellchecked). I may skip my Vic lit class. We'll see. I hate the book and am no farther then the 100 pages I was last week.

I am very excited about nine days from now. Nervous, but uber fucking excited. Gods. I just wish I could sleep. Also, I hate Tom Cruise. He sucks.

So, hopefully watching Legend and falling asleep.

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So, I'm sitting here in the library working on my paper. Also, I'm stupid cause I thought it was do at six and it's due at five instead, but one page done! Yay! Anyway. So, I went to the bathroom and while I was washing my hands, I looked out the window.

They were pulling the ivy off the building! This is most uncool with me! I love the fact that our library looks like Hogwarts and is covered in ivy. I am so mad they're pulling it off in large, inelegant clumps. Bastards! It's not bad enough that they removed it from Brigham? What's the point of having a pastoral campus if there's no ivy set against the old brick?