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It is three minutes to 1 AM and I believe that this is the latest that I have ever stayed up to in my entire senior school year so far. Although I am convinced that right now, it is actually only 9 PM, and that my computer clock is lying to me. I just wanted to say that I spent three well-spent hours writing about why Macbeth is truly not a tragic hero and finally wrapped up within the last few minutes for my closing arguments. So I believe in eating late night brain food. Just now I ate this soft chocolate chip cookie and choked on it. Fantastic. After choking on it, I suddenly became a bloated hot air balloon. Now, I can't exactly get up or lay down. Trouble. Oh if I were to ever become a hot air balloon, I'd prefer to either be the red or rainbow one.

I realized that for the past few years, I would have all of the Christmas presents wrapped up two weeks ago by now. But right now, looking around the room, I have nothing but college papers, extra applications, and booklets on the floor. Fantastic. I must get to the store for some Christmas wrapping paper, ribbons, tissue paper, and rectangle and square shaped boxes tomorrow. I was really looking forward to playing tennis this weekend, but I just don't know if I will make it at this rate now that finals are coming up next week. I could really use the exercise at this time of the year. How ironic is it that after all that has happened, tennis is the only thing that I can think of whenever I am in need of some comfort? The answer is that it is very ironic. Life is just too funny. Well, I'm not exactly laughing.