oh sleep deprivation whatever would i do without thee and thy purple tingeing of my undereyes and thy zombification of my daily activities and thy interfering on the formation of coherent sentences and thy corpse-ification of me during class and the conflict thou causest of whether to bother going to sleep for 1 hour or just pull yet another all-nighter. sleep, of course. oh…right.
what childhood tastes like
while looking up recipes of what to make for dinner, i came across this picture: which reminded me of something i used to eat when i was a kid. (don’t ask me how i got from shrimp scampi with linguine to this because i’m not really sure…) to me, childhood tastes like butter and sugar on top of warm white toast. when i lived in cupertino, my muhjer used to make us this...
for a while now, i’ve wanted to devote the second semester of my senior year to catching up on reading. any suggestions? [none of that disgustingly disgusting teen crap please]
a brief note
education has become dominated by a fill-in-the-blank mentality. … … … … … … … unfortunately, i don’t have time to expand on this thought because i’m too busy cramming for essentially the epitome of fill-in-the-blank education (ap bio). hypocrite? indeed.