Here I sit, listening to At The Drive In in hopes of waking myself up. I just got done getting help from Rachel (the nicest person in the world who I'm surprised doesn't hang up on me because I ask for help so much) about some English homework, and I was actually getting motivated to do my homework diligently, but instead I wound up here, updating my diary. Why oh why am I not doing my homework? I'll answer my own question: it's because I'm freakin tired and have no motivation. I know I won't get an A, therefore my brain just doesn't want to waste my time. I would go to bed and ditch this essay, but I have to write it tonight because I need to write a history essay tomorrow night and I can't afford to have any late homework because I don't want to risk getting an even lower grade in English. This entry doesn't even make sense. Please excuse my incoherent rambles that result from me babbling while I'm sleep deprived. Mrs. Wright will have fun reading my essay, and by that I mean she'll have fun writing comments that I need to use more transitions, have better organization, and stop being a horrible essay writer. Que horible.
I don't have time to write in here, I have to write this blasted essay. Smell ya later.