Late Night Useless Productivity

Why is it that I only feel the claws of inspiration after 12 AM? I really should have gone straight to sleep after my shower. Instead, I started reading Picture of Dorian Gray. DAMN GOOD BOOK. And damned if I didn't finish it before I went to bed. I'm glad it was only a 167-page book and not some 300+ page porn. Whew. I had chills when I finished. (shudder) The kind of chills that can only come from something great. You know, like Lord of the Rings. But anyways, new author added to my lists of greats - Oscar Wilde!

I finished the book, shut off the light, and tried to get some shuteye. The caramel latte that I had at Panera's a few hours ago begged to differ. In fact, it protested. Vehemently. Sonofacocklovin'whore. (Tribute to RDJ) So here I am, with 1 hr and 34 min. of battery left on my laptop, trying not to play Tetrisfriendsonline until I pass out. My productivity unerringly chooses to emerge at ungodly hours of the night. For example, I just finished my UCSD Medical Scholar application essay. My best writing is done at the buttcrack of dawn. I'll keep that in mind when I'm in college. Stock up on the Red Bull...Man Niu. God, I miss that stuff.

It's now 2:34 and I'm stuck with a dilemma. Ride out the caffeine wave and wait for morning? Or turn of the computer and resign myself to hours of tossing and turning in a parody of sleep? Dear me, how to choose, they all sound so appealing! Not. Goddamn school for starting tomorrow. Couldn't it given us the courtesy of waiting a day or two, waiting for our convenience? Couldn't it have done us the favor of shooting itself in the face, blowing itself up, infecting itself with Swine Flu, or whatever method of offing itself that would best render it incapable of student attendance? Good riddance. School is highly overrated.

Book smarts. Scoff. Where the hell do they think it's going to take us? It's the street smart that survive. I mean, look at me. Book savvy but dumb as hell. I can't even pass a driving test. "Go straight. Straight! STRAIGH---OH HOLY #$$#@%!!!" Not that I'm bitter or anything. Good God, pry me out of bed at 7 in the morning and deal me this plate of steaming shit. Wow, I'm obscene at 2, almost 3, in the morning.

This is the mood that I best write fiction in. But I'm done with Sherlock. What should I move on to? Pride and Prejudice? Too ambitious. Twilight? Too beneath me. I guess I shall reserve this latent acid tongue for private blogging, my acerbic comments shall be preserved for posterity amongst the ramblings of the bitter, old, and bipolar.

I'm surprisingly un-excited for college results. I've already done my best, put forth my best efforts. All that's left for me to do is wait. Might as well enjoy life before rejection, eh?

Quote of the week: "There is no such thing as failure. Only human struggling to comprehend and accept God's plan"