Post-Midnight Mayhem, More Than I Expected

It was an exciting week. All things completely ordinary, nevertheless, they were fun. They popped out without notice (because, well, that's what popped out means?) And things from catterpillars to getting lost in the rain...to seeing your old chemistry teacher, who was once boyish and now in PINK and with Prada strapped on her shoulder--and the most fantastic thing of having a party with your team of writers and editors (with no alcohol, duh, nevertheless, the funnest party to date)--all of it, whether in summation or as individual statements of fact...

They were surprising.

Even the part where you make your homework and projects, surprising indeed!

...in the worst way.

You make them sparingly through the week, so you can spend the rest of the weekend left to some relaxation--something I badly needed at this point--or for some work to be finished at a leisurely pace.

At a leisurely pace, mind you.

And then.

You hold a party, because you think it's all done.

You go to the mall with your family and niece and nephew to celebrate Grandparents' day...because you think the school work's all over...

You come home and spend a little more time with your niece, talking about anime, the cosplayers you saw at the mall, and sneaking through youtube (or even your own music files, really!) just to check what stuff you have...

And then
BOOM.

When they go home, you're left to check your work for final minor edits and printing.

But then you notice...
IT'S GONE.
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Now it's 12.47AM.
And you're back to negative zero.
On a project you've worked on a whole week.
Your brother has a fever, and you caught it.
You have a photoshoot tomorrow, too.
The three pieces of homework,
Two pieces of week-long projects
will take up the rest of your sleep...

Inevitably, tomorrow...
When you take that Trig test...
Or even that simple English test that was so easy--so you assume it...

Wow.
Expect your scores to be low, tomorrow, Mmi.

Good luck.

At this moment...
Your mind is hating you for making it hurt so badly through the week
Only to stress it further during the final stretch.

Fantastic.

Now all you can write
Is a couple of bad sentences
Broken up in free, fragmented verse
With appalling punctuation
And horrid wording.

You're not a writer.
Somewhere in between,
You just failed.

Hum. Well I'll be going to school tomorrow. I'll take those quizzes and be there during all the meetings and photoshoots. I don't care if I have a fever. I'll pass this project. I will make things happen.

I am Everyone.
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I will post further details regarding the whole week, from the good things, to the bad, to the completely whacked out happenings. Everything is blog-worthy. Check in a week's time. Please