Nov. 16, 2005 - The All-nighter.
03:48 Wednesday 16th Novemeber
I knew my all-nighter days weren't through when my friend Steve called me up and abused me
"Are you too old to do an all-nighter, you fucking grandma".
Then my decision was cemented when I found a single and oh-so-random can of V in our fridge door (usually a habitat for wholesome, healthy food). The can packed with caffeine, guarana and enough sugar to blow an ant's tits off would sustain me......that and randomly putting on my psyching-up-music and dancing around my room like a loony (its good for circulation).
Oh, Ive also taken my super-bright-desk-light and angled it so its directly in my eyes. How's that for strategy. Sleep is for the weak.
So as I venture further into the night, bravely delving into finance theory and calculations, revealing to myself how utterly disorganised and unknowledgable I am, I soldier on, with the help of my V, periodic calls from my friend Steve and the crazy dancing.
Steve also said he is going to "piss on the rat" who is our course administrator. She wrote the exam. She wrote it with 50% multiple choice questions. She made them negatively marked. She deserves to be pissed on.
(The above writing should all be read like the commentary-voice from Apocalypse Now. As they travel further into the Vietnamese jungle and their psyches, I delve further into corporate finance and extreme. fucking. boredom....its like some trippy parallel universe, man).
Cue "The End" by The Doors (dedicated to Nikolaki).
Shout outs to Kyle. You're blog is a pisser. I realise now that my life was an empty shell before I saw Willy Harris' tactics.
And to Madmike for banning me from the forums and from chat. Procrastination would be the death of me without you.
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