It's 3:25am

And you know what that means...

It's time to post on my blog instead of working on the take-home final that's due tomorrow! Obviously.

The only problem is...there isn't really that much for me to say. I've essentially been living in the library, which is fabulous (don't get me wrong), but the "stories" one accumulates in the library... Let's just say they're not terribly riveting. For example, recent events in my life include:

-Going to the library cafe to purchase food from the vending machine. This is particularly rewarding when the vending machines are fully stocked, and you can get the refrigerated pre-cut apples with caramel dipping sauce. I'm really not sure why vending machines existed before the invention of the pre-cut apple with caramel dipping sauce, because this is pinnacle of vending machine food. At any rate, I went to the cafe, got myself some of these apples, and ate them. You might be thinking: anti-climactic. But I'm thinking: it feels good to break up 12 straight hours of sitting at a desk with a sliced apple and caramel dipping sauce.

-Three times, I went outside the library to refuel on caffeine. "Why didn't you just buy a lot of caffeine at a time so you wouldn't have to refuel three times a day?" you ask. Here's the thing, though...I do buy a lot at a time, it's just not enough since I drink such a large amount of caffeine. But wait, I'm just getting to the interesting part. Sometimes when I refuel, I get to listen to music on my iPod! I know, my life is crazy. Too hot to handle.

-Infinitely many times, I applied, reapplied, washed off, reapplied again both lip balm and hand cream. In that order, so as not to end up applying lip cream, which is decidedly more disgusting than hand balm.

There's so much more I could tell you: like all the times I refilled my water bottle, or went to the bathroom, or got up to stretch, but I'm afraid that if I keep going, I won't be able to stop. Sometimes, I feel like I'm Paris Hilton.