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what exactly is the proper notation for ...2 am in the morning? afternoon pertains to 12-3pm. (generally) morning pertains to 5-11am (again, generally). and evening pertains to 5-11pm (generally, in case you didn't catch the gist of it, haha) thus, i herefore acclaim the period of 1-4am as good borning. morning + boree.......nevermind. it has a pretty good ring to it, so that's the name until the imbecile that is my brain comes up with something intelligent (and logical).

why the heck am i still up? in just a short, ahem, 6 or so hours, I need to shower, get ready, get dressed, and be on my way to art center. i should sleep ,but i don't really feel like it. now there i totally mimic a 13 year old prissy teenager. i didn't have to reach far to have that impression, since i was 13 only 3 years ago...how time flies.

at the moment, i am stuck doing "practice exercises" for the SAT. to be precise, it's the writing section, and i've got two more to go. honestly, i just felt like enlightening you guys with a play by play. i'm on question 13 , i mean, 11. dammit, sleep deprivation is settling in. i've never actually pulled an all-nighter, so i guess this is my shot. wow, i am a.d.d. i keep going off on tangents...maybe this is why i am lacking in the essay department.

daily bitchn': after 8 or so hours of SAT class, i get yelled at. why? i am not improving at the rate expected. comparisons thrown out. so and so's doing so well blahblahblah. why aren't you? then the big guns are brought out. why do you insist on sucking at everything? why can't you just be good at something? then, it shifts to a more economic, monetary approach. you're wasting money if you're not blahblahblah. your sister never had to spend so much money on tutors blahblahblah. i tried to air it out, i did, but the lady just wouldn't let any of this go. but i still did. but wait, it gets better. then it shifts again to a - why do you go out so much; what are you going to do at so-and-so's house - honestly, am i supposed to be familiar with the itinerary of someone else's party? aren't i just supposed to show up and be a well-mannered guest/friend? i'm not the one throwing the party, so excuse me if i don't know all the fastidious details. she's on a roll. i can't take it anymore. i scream. and it escalates from there. the end.

i have no idea how i am not sleepy yet. where does this energy come from? i am so going to crash tomorrow. i soooo sound like a valley girl. oh well, screw youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

summakoh