naps around 4, lasting until 2 in the morning and then repeating that cycle every day is taking too much of a toll on my body. i can feel the unhealthy habit tearing me down piece by piece and pretty soon, i know i'll have my days and nights reverse - like some sort of vampire.

almost done with 'new moon', and right when i can't fight off the fatigue anymore, it gets intriguing. i suppose the next 100 or so pages will have to be left for after my brief hibernation.

i wish i could stop guessing correctly what happens in the book. so far, everything i've hypothesized has been correct and it annoys me. i always have the tendency to be so right about predicting what will happen; whether it be in books, movies, sitcoms, at times even life.

damn stephenie meyer and her addictive stories and playlists.

why do i habitually feel the urge to write when i'm deprived of sleep? i'll never understand myself, yet i long for others to.

i make no sense.

tomorrow (if all goes well) i'll be a college student. classes start the 26th.

due to my impatience, i'll be getting my macbook on my own. with my own loans. my laptop is falling apart.

my body is screaming out for the bed sheets.

maybe some shut eye will get me refreshed and ready to finish this novel before i throw it out into traffic.