who needs sleep?
Barenaked Ladies taunt me and say, Well you're never gonna get it! Canadian bastards.
So yeah. Got up at 7am. Yesterday. Had a quiz in biology this afternoon and it was not the one I studied for--I confused Wednesday's test with today's and reviewed plants instead of the genetic workings of bacteria and viruses. I swear, I was so proud of myself for going through the plant material, then I got to class and oh fuck me.
This isn't the first time it's happened. First time with a test, but I seem to have a habit of writing things down correctly, firmly believing that I *remember* them correctly and then stubbornly refusing to check what I wrote to see if I'm indeed correct. Kinda defeats the whole point of writing it down in the first place and yet I keep doing both, writing and not checking.
I have a research paper due tomorrow on the semester-long plant experiment we did for the lab portion of biology. Technically it's due Thursday by 5:15pm, but it's a group project and we're all meeting tomorrow afternoon to put our different parts together and smooth out the rough edges. Last week we did the PowerPoint presentation so I have most of it written already. It was just so much easier to do it as a presentation because it was more informal, and she's pretty relaxed on grading them. Thank god because I know I wasn't the only one freaked out about it, public speaking being one of my big phobias. Mine and all my group members, too. I spaz mentally and start to shake. Jasmin and Candice both speed up to the point of speakinginonecontinuouswordblob, and Mads gets really, really slow--like, dirge slow.
We nailed it, though. Don't know how since we were a mess in practice, but gift horse? Mouth? Not looking.
Also, sleep deprivation? Totally has me bouncing off the walls. It's a little frightening. I started giggling uncontrollably when I was walking back to my car, all because 'Jojo's Mojo Dojo' popped into my head and was clearly the funniest thing since pie.
So yeah. Got up at 7am. Yesterday. Had a quiz in biology this afternoon and it was not the one I studied for--I confused Wednesday's test with today's and reviewed plants instead of the genetic workings of bacteria and viruses. I swear, I was so proud of myself for going through the plant material, then I got to class and oh fuck me.
This isn't the first time it's happened. First time with a test, but I seem to have a habit of writing things down correctly, firmly believing that I *remember* them correctly and then stubbornly refusing to check what I wrote to see if I'm indeed correct. Kinda defeats the whole point of writing it down in the first place and yet I keep doing both, writing and not checking.
I have a research paper due tomorrow on the semester-long plant experiment we did for the lab portion of biology. Technically it's due Thursday by 5:15pm, but it's a group project and we're all meeting tomorrow afternoon to put our different parts together and smooth out the rough edges. Last week we did the PowerPoint presentation so I have most of it written already. It was just so much easier to do it as a presentation because it was more informal, and she's pretty relaxed on grading them. Thank god because I know I wasn't the only one freaked out about it, public speaking being one of my big phobias. Mine and all my group members, too. I spaz mentally and start to shake. Jasmin and Candice both speed up to the point of speakinginonecontinuouswordblob, and Mads gets really, really slow--like, dirge slow.
We nailed it, though. Don't know how since we were a mess in practice, but gift horse? Mouth? Not looking.
Also, sleep deprivation? Totally has me bouncing off the walls. It's a little frightening. I started giggling uncontrollably when I was walking back to my car, all because 'Jojo's Mojo Dojo' popped into my head and was clearly the funniest thing since pie.