Whoa...

WOOOOOO!

I am so sleep deprived, it isn't funny.

Alright, I enjoy it a bit.

Lemme see, that list...

Generally, lack of sleep may result in^{[2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9]}:

 

• aching muscles;
• blurred vision;
• clinical depression;
• colorblindness;
• daytime drowsiness and naps;
• decreased mental activity and concentration;
• depersonalization/derealization;
• weakened immune system;
• dizziness;
• dark circles under the eyes;
• fainting;
• general confusion;
• hallucinations (visual and auditory);
• hand tremors;
• headache;
• hernia;
• hyperactivity;
• hypertension;
• impatience;
• irritability;
• lucid dreaming (once sleep resumes);
• memory lapses or loss;
• nausea;
• nystagmus (rapid involuntary rhythmic eye movement);
• psychosis;
• pallor;
• slowed reaction time;
• slurred and/or nonsensical speech;
• weight loss or gain;
• severe yawning;

- No

- No

- Thats funny

- Thats when you know you got it bad

- Like today during the state test, where I fell asleep on the dictionary and had a few 5-minute blinks.

- Metal activity, no. Focus is pretty low, but then again why do I care about my character's environment?

- Come on, reality slapped me in the face and kicked me in the privates how many times? Depersonalization is not there.

- *sniffles* Its Spring.

- Diziness? Only if I move to quick. Like the beginning of this entry.

- Thats a given

- I'd love to just collaspe in the middle of the school hallway between the bells to see would pass by and who would laugh. Many someone would care along the way.

- Then ask a question if you're confused! *sa-lap*

- Of course not. The frequent on-and-off naps shoot that one down. Then again, I hope that pile of laundry is actually clean and folded.

- I had one of those in the past. It ticked me off...

- Nah

- Wouldn't know

- Thats funny.

- High blood pressure? Nope. I hope.

- My sister's in Brazil. I'll be fine for now.

- I believe my hearing is better.

- Thats a given. I think.

- We all know about that memory lapse some Friday ago.

- No nausea.

- Eye twitch? Nope. Just pain around iris and I believe iris. Must be dry.

- Repeat that reality rant.

- I'm Brazilian. I'm gonna get a tan in the shower.

- That hasn't occured yet.

- Nope. Pretty sure I can talk waal.

- Need weight loss, don't need gain. But its been controlled.

- Severe yawning? Yawnings a given, but severity of it... Que?

Alright, now the entry.

The MCAS (Pronounced: M-cas) is the Massachusetts Conprehensive Assessment System.

Pretty sure every state has one.

I, again, am SLEEP DEPRIVED. Thats where this factors in.

You see, I could take the multiple choice questions, as I exaggerate, on fire with you pouring alcohol on me and still pass.

Unfortunately...

We have the essay first.

These are one of the few kicks to the privates reality dishes out I've told you about.

The question was asking about writing about a work of literature where the protagonist must continue their life in a changed environment or something like that.

The Hatchet by Gary Paulsen I was told was more middle school...

Jumper by Steven Gould had just about every environment...

I should've done Night by Elie Wiesel, but instead I do...

The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Suess Yin/Yang Story by yours truly!

...Yes. It was four pages of me writing in thrid person making random quotes from the non-existant Chapter 6, page 94 or Chapter 17, page 267.

Whats even better?

I ran out of room! I wish I had an extra two pages to write my SECOND example.

It took me about four hours, two of which I slept if you added it up (hey, when deprived of sleep, Webster's Dictionary is the most comfortable thing you imagine at the time) and I had the pain of my eyes up until I went to the library.

I was joined by two girls at a table I randomly chose, one of which couldn't remember the names of the characters in 'Lord of the Flies' so I provided this advice.

"Look to your left, make up a name."

You see, the essay wasn't about what book but instead how you wrote the essay.

Now that I wrote that, I should've done Hatchet. Would've had more space for writing streads of memory instead of a first-hand account.

Well, at least its over. Better get some shut-eye (or just read as I lay on my bed, reason why I need the dang butterfly from Lunesta) before I have to chase the bus. We all remember that mess. Yes, funny, but not the kind of funny I wanna write down again.

Night guys.

~AA