Oh wow.  I think I should just hold a competition with myself to see how many nights in a row I can stay up obnoxiously late.  I mean, midnight doesn't seem that bad compared to my friend Anthony's going to bed at 3:30 last night {for the same 19th century literature assignment I also spent many hours working on tediusly} but honestly, it's catching up to me.  Is it possible for a sophmore to be diagnosed with senioritus?  I swear, this is ridiculous.  How long will it take for me {and apparently all my sophmore friends} to realize that even procrastinating down to the very last hours will not stop teachers from heaving mountainloads of work right onto your shoulders?  {Though I was very shocked last week.  Chelsea jokingly suggested to our English teacher to postpone that assignment I mentioned earlier to Wednesday instead of Tuesday, since we might forget it over the three day weekend.  I tried to pitch in, of course being totally half-hearted because why would our teacher want to move the due-date?  But, just like that, she bumped it to Wednesday!  I guess miracles do happen.}
      I thought fall break would mend my school frustrations.  That just made it worse, cause it felt like I was returning to summer, but I wasn't.  Then I thought a half-day followed by a three-day weekend ought to do the job, but apparently not.  Maybe the thing is that my bomb-diggety friends and I anticipate hanging out too much, since we are constantly meeting up on the weekends, in the hallways, and even playing the question game & oozing romantic daydreams via txting.
      Or maybe it's just that awkward time called Thanksgiving Season.  Smack dab in the middle of Halloween and the Holidays, everyone tears down the cobwebs & tombstombs and then doesn't know quite when it's okay to pull out the tree, the lights, & the Nativity sets.  Yes, that must be my problem, because you know how freaking bad I want to blast those darn fantastical Christmas tunes?