Random sharing, and a cry of terror

It's 4:30AM. I'm awake. Sort of, maybe. I get the distinct impression that my brain's functioning just enough to keep me breathing, but not enough for me to fully comprehend the fact that I have to head to class in five hours.

Nope. I just re-read that and it still hasn't sunk in. All for the best, I guess. I've been exhausted as all hell for the last couple of days, to the point where I end up sleeping heavily on the train. Hasn't happened to me since HS. Today was the second day in a row I ran the risk of riding the F from the last stop right into the storage yard. But enough of my whining.

First and DEFINITELY foremost on the agenda:
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Part of the reason I'm up so late? Spent too much time reading Wil Wheaton's Just a Geek. He really is a great writer, and painfully honest about himself. I picked it up from the library around 6, and finished it off (all 260+ pages of it) by 12 (reading off and on because, yeah, schoolwork out the wazoo). That interesting. Of course, I probably should have done more Chem and Italian during that time, but, eh. I'm finding myself as obsessed with him now as I was with Six Feet Under circa Oct. 2002- Nov. 2002, QAF circa Nov. 2002 - Jun 2003, and Firefly circa Nov. 2003 - Jan. 2004. If I allow it to grow it'll become all-consuming, and that's just NOT allowable right now. These things are usually a mental distraction from the tasks/pressures at hand. You think I would have learned how to avoid them by now, but no. *sigh*

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Mom called me out of my room to tell me that "Squarepant Bob" was gay (my brother and I figured she meant "Spongebob" because we're super-sleuths). Inside I was all "you called me for *that*?" but I told her that Spongebob wasn't gay, only very happy. She insisted that wasn't the case, and that "PantsBob" (I swear, the way she mangled the name over and over again was simply hilarious) and "Sqiggly" were partners. She claims to have heard a friend of the producer say so over the radio. After figuring out she meant "Squidworth" my brother and I shared a giggle, then returned to whatever the hell we'd been doing before. Like I give a good gorram who a damned animated dish sponge gets it on with. Mom's funny, though. Usually when she's not trying for the humor she can knock 'em out of the park.

Okay, yeah. That probably won't be so funny with some sleep under my belt. I'm so hitting the sheets.

ETA: I'm loving the fact that I have my tower up and running again. My music's playing (Radiohead's How To Disappear Completely is on now...this song ALWAYS tears me up, which gets sort of embarassing when in public), I don't have to deal with the crappy LCD of Dad's oversized TI-82, and there's virtually no porn to be found. I say "virtually" because my brothers used my PC without my knowledge for two days when their tower wasn't working for some bizarre (most likely download-related reason). I cleaned it the best I could, but somehow, during my random playing of media tonight, I got surprised when a vid clip of a nice young lady performing fellatio on (presumably) a guy started playing instead of the NIN song I was expecting. I'm wondering how many more of these little surprises I'll be ferreting out in the next couple of days. *le sigh*