6am... and I'm awake.

And you all know what THAT means. That's right! It's "oh crap oh crap oh crap, I shouldn't have ever wasted any moment of time in the last 16 weeks because now it's finals and term papers and presentations and no more sleep for me!" time.

I need to finish memorizing my lines for the play I'm in on Monday evening (it's not a "real" play, but we still have to run through the show -- all five pages of it -- to get a mark, and yes. I'm one of the actors.) and write a character biography that's one page. I'm not remotely concerned about writing one page. :P

I also need to write a Soci of Lit paper that is 8-10 pages.

For Tuesday.

I did mention that I, you know, am in a PLAY tomorrow night, right??

And then Friday is my chemistry exam.

And next Monday, I have to hand in 1-page reviews of two plays I've seen during the semester. I just saw my first one today (Sunday) and will have to see another this week. I'm looking at next weekend.

Anyways. I am definitely alive, but definitely stressed.

And possibly over caffeinated.

OH. And if you're not watching Tina Fey's show 30 Rock, you are ENTIRELY missing out. Not only does she continue to be so very brilliant and funny and downright HOT, but the cast is amazing, too. The writing is hysterical. I love it. It's my favourite new show of this season, beating out Heroes by a smidgen. What the hell, is NBC suddenly doing something right??

Aaaaaaaaaand, I had like, 6000 words for this year's NaNo attempt, so there were no posts, you are not missing anything, it was crap. I am, however, thinking of writing more in my 2004 NaNo, which is one of the ones I actually liked. But not gonna write right now, obviously. :P

Woo.

Theatre class is done. Remind me never to be on a stage ever again, okay? My hands actually shook.

I have to be at school in 17 hours to hand in the 8-10 page paper I have yet to actually begin. I have slept for 2.5 hours since 11am on Sunday morning. There's math in there, somewhere, I'm sure, that proves I've been up for a long ass time. I don't think I cold actually count that much right now.

I'd like to ask you all why it is I am capable of remembering lines from sitcoms and dramas and sci-fi shows that are 10-25 years old, but I was still unable to remember a full quarter of my lines tonight. Honestly, I was on the phone on my way home from school tonight and said something about my not having a glimmer of independent thought (alas, the TNG reference was wasted on someone who doesn't even know who Gates McFadden is...). How is it I can remember Riker's lines in Beverly's play from a 6th season TNG episode, but I couldn't remember some nonsense about some dude getting transferred to the capital of wherever the hell our play was based? I think I lose geek points and gain RL points for not remembering the name of the ep, though. It's somewhere in my brain, I think, and I do remember hating Riker's hair throughout it and wishing there was more Bev in it. It may bother me, but I am too stubborn to look it up, since I KNOW it's in there SOMEWHERE.

I think I miss TNG. Hm.

Okay. Food, then maybe, maybe a 2-3 hour nap, then working until 2:30pm, then taking a cab to drop off the paper.