call me the breeeze

It's kind of funny that I'm choosing to write right now. This is because (oh god, just the recollection makes me want to throw up) I spent 10 hours today-literally 10-sitting in the library writing a 12 page political science research paper. From start to finish.
It was a massive feat, and by the time I'd finally finished at 10:30 pm my eyes were so sore and bloodshot you'd think I'd been smoking up instead of writing for half the day. It was ridiculous.
I reached home around 11, and it was quite a scary task as I was so hungry and sleep deprived that I feared I was going to pass out. By the time I got in my house I had already missed Jersey Shore (fuck.) and basically a full day of living, so I guided my tired ol' self to my bedroom in anticipation of sleep.

But guess what. The sleep hasn't come.

Hah.

So it's Thursday night..or Friday morning, I suppose, and I'm sitting in bed, organizing my thoughts and my music collection. I'm also downloading many new tunes to rock out to on my daily walks to campus.
I've been really into Lynyrd Skynyrd as of late. I blame it on my passion for Sons of Anarchy. It's sparked some sort of need in me to meet a badass boy in leather and be whisked away (via motorcycle) to Southern California. And nothing makes me want to do this more than some "Tuesday's Gone" and "Free Bird". Talk about media influence, eh.
I've also been really into the Irish rock/folk music as of late. A nice little contrast I've got going on there, but that's nothing new when it comes to what I'm listening to. My 10 minute walk to campus today started with The Pogues, followed by some Nicki Minaj, and ended with some good ol' Iggy Pop.
Delicious.

That's all I'm going to say for now. I'm not necessarily ready for bed, but I don't think my brain can facilitate any more creative thoughts today (as if a political science essay on multinational corporations impeding on third world countries has much room for creativity...)

xoxo gossip girl