Me versus sleep

Dreams make sleep worth the lost time. When I wake up before I feel a dream is over, I'm frustrated, but when I wake up with no memory of a dream, in what seems to be five seconds after I've gotten to sleep, then I feel like a life changing opportunity has been ripped away and replaced with exhaustion.

Paper Writing

Okay, teachers of mine. You have two options here:
A. You can test to see if I learned anything. Ask for my very jumbled notes of all of my thoughts on everything. It won't seem genius by any extent, but in there lies the good stuff that doesn't make it into the paper because it doesn't fit and or I forgot about it with the stress of having to organize my thoughts.
B. Ask for a paper. A well organized one. Get a slapped together piece of shit.

It seems like I prefer option A. Seems like it. But really. I don't give a flying monkey anymore. Just don't expect me to be conscious during class.

Past. Dread. Mush.

Shakespeare in the Cinema: The Lion King

Let's say The Lion King is a direct interpretation of Hamlet's struggles, except he doesn't die at the end, because hey, we have to think of the children. Disney's not a tool. Anyway.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Timon and Pumba.
Am I blowing your mind right now?
Shut up, I totally am. You're welcome.

Mommy, Can I Get One?

Not a pony, a bear. A baby bear. His name shall be Squishy and he shall be mine!