From Sea to Chop Suey

Half past an All-Nighter
28 February, 2005 : 8:34 p.m.

I don't understand the concept of pulling an all-nighter. I never really have. Here I sit, staring at the four annotations I need to write before tomorrow morning and I know that it's going to take me another two hours to finish. Yet I have absolutely no inclination to stay up past midnight writing. In fact I'll go to sleep and not finish at all rather than stay up later than my sleepy-self will allow. Perhaps it makes me a lazy person, perhaps it makes me rather sensible, perhaps it shows the lack of a vested interest I have in this subject, perhaps it shows that I plan ahead more than other students, thus finishing my projects without the need of an all-nighter. Out of my whole school career, though, I think that I've pulled onl 2 all-nighters. I'm rather proud of myself.

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (a man after midnight)
ABBA

Half past twelve
And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
Autumn winds
Blowin' outside my window as I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Movie stars
Find the end of the rainbow with a fortune to win
It's so different from the world I'm livin' in
Tired of t.v.
I open the window and I gaze into the night
But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight
There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! a man after midnight
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! a man after midnight

There's not a soul out there
No one to hear my prayer

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update - 02 March, 2006
Not that type of entry - 09 April, 2005
Play and Prejudice - 21 March, 2005
Thoughts from Mom - 11 March, 2005
I am falling out of your class - 28 February, 2005

Wearing: jeans and a tee
Thinking: discretion is the mark of valor
Listening to: Country 99.5
Reading: Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchett
Walking: 1200 Miles out of 1314
Feeling:

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