In Knight in the middle of the night

For lack of better words, this sucks. I just looked into my lunch bag. (I have no idea why they call it lunch bag, by the way, for this is no lunch...) One bag of mini Chips Ahoy (crunch..), one Nature Valley Granola strawberry yoghurt bar (Mmm..), one Baby Ruth's and one Almond Joy plus one third of a blueberry bagel with cream cheese later, I have not progressed in writing my paper. This is really bad. I have been sitting in the Knight Library Computer Lab for like.. what.. even my math fails me. Hang on, 10pm, 11pm, 12mn, 1am, 2am.. 4 hours. Can't count, can I? I have eaten a whole bunch of crap (good crap), can barely feel my ass and I haven't typed a single word for my essay that is due in.. less than 9 hours. I have 10 pages to write. That excludes the blib etc which will also take time to type since I find a long blib always impressive.

Then there is also the problem that I keep thinking about food. Amongst other things that I am too prudish to mention online. Kinda.. But I'm sure you will know by inference, bringing me back to the you-will-only-read-this-blog-if-you-have-a-brain thing. But bitching is really for another time since I need all the good kharma I can get for tonight. Ovulation does a strange thing to me. Well, actually, no. I mean, other than the usual physiological stuf, I must say that I get a lot more calls for dates during this period. Seriously. It's something about the pheremones that women exude dring ovulation that just.. attract men. That's truly the animal instinct.

So I was dressed in my usual shitty drab here (since nobody really looks any better) and I got asked out! Again. I'm in no way tryin to brag here since I don't think I have anything to brag about but I think my hormones must be working really well. Ok. Actually, I need to stop typing here and go back to attempting to do something on MS Word. This will be completed sometime. I have a life ahead of me anyway.