1 day, 4 hours, 28 minutes

Which is, incidentally, how long I've been logged in to AIM. This is rare, since I either sign off when I go to class or at least shut my computer down at night. I don't know what it is about Mondays that just means I never get sleep. But... just as I feared, I've gotten used to it. I was up until four last night... because most of the evening was spent in the middle of the single most ridiculous and wandering conversation ever (vampires and non-existent sex-lives and intangible hookers and... stuff), then I was rping correcting my French midterm. And it wasn't until four that everyone else went to bed I decided I couldn't look at French anymore. So I crawled into bed at 4:30, intending to get up at 7 and write my response paper for the Darwin class (after doing the reading that I hadn't done) and finish the other half of my French homework. My alarm went off at seven. I foolishly turned it off. I got up at nine. Was summoned by the internet, had to tell it no, searched for a summary of On the Origin of Species... couldn't find one, and somehow, in about 45 minutes, turned out a two-page response to the first part of chapter thirteen, the only part that I read. And... it might actually have been slightly better than most of the other ones I've turned in this quarter. Then I caught the 10:10 bus to campus, went to Harper, sat around for a bit waiting for the lector to show up for my French interview (and by sat around I mean did French homework I hadn't finished). I somehow managed to ramble on for fifteen minutes in tolerable French about L'Auberge Espagnol. (Which is a good movie, I recommend it.) I somehow even didn't screw things up aside from not knowing a few verbs and phrases I'd never been taught. Heck, I remembered things I hadn't been taught since high school, so we can add my memory to the general "hooray!" list along with my body not letting me unwillingly sleep through classes. And, even better, I got away with counting it for last week since I couldn't find another time to do the interview, which means I am not failing French. Always, always an advantage. And, since I'm feeling motivated now (and I fear not being able to find another lector interview) I'm going to go watch a movie in French tonight, too. Yay!I've been cutting things way too close in that class lately. Ahhh.

An... um... otherwise, there is nothing going on. Though I realized today, on the bus back to the dorm, that I am a total masochist, and that's why I'm here. Why the heck would I put my work off all weekend, stay up until four in the morning sort-of working, get up five hours later, do more work, BS your way through a two-page paper, and do an interview in French... why would you do that to yourself if you weren't a masochist. Actually, why would you do that to yourself and then be proud of yourself afterwards. That's the real question. What the heck is wrong with me, that I kind of enjoyed that? I think it's the adrenaline or something. The whole "Omg, I'm going to fail" and then... mostly not. Though I imagine the homework I turned in today was a little... imperfect. But I'm not failing! And it's the little victories like that that matter.

College is bad for you.