The amount of all-nighters I have had to pull, or times I’ve had to wake up at 4 in the morning after going to sleep at 1 or so, or the amount of times I have taken two hours naps in the middle of not sleeping for 36+ hours this semester to finish a paper (or study, but usually I just give up if it’s not like something I need to complete) is ridiculous. Last semester I pulled one real, fantastic all nighter at the end of the semester, but that was it. But apparently it convinced me they were successful. They are not. But I have literally had at least one big paper (sometimes multiple), multiple tests, or important projects every week sense Spring Break, and I feel like I have actually relaxed sense then. I am so done at this point. Though I never want the semester to end. I wish it was fun again. Only two more weeks, then finals and then everything is over. I don’t even have time to figure out what I’m doing in the summer. I have no idea. I just hate things ending. I messed up my jazz concert, because I got so sad that jazz was over for the year. But one thing I will not miss is these all nighters, and if I ever get nostalgic about them, someone needs to wack me with something large enough to give me a massive headache, but not kill me, and tell me that is what they felt like, and I need to avoid them at all costs. And it doesn’t matter what cool music you listen to, or what good fod you have, they will never be fun and all you will think of is being free to sleep in your bed, and sing, and clean your room and go outside and watch movies, but as soon as you are done you will be so stressed out nothing will seem fun at all, and sleep won’t happen and then you will have something else to worry about. Seriously, I just did this Tuesday night and took me until Saturday to recover. Also tell me that pulling all nighters is not cool, and no one cares and will not give you cred, and people just laugh and tell you not to drink coffee because it makes you act like a maniac and insult your driving.