“Sometimes people just explode.” Those were the words that came out of my mouth one calculus class. I had meant to say it two seconds earlier, in the context of an actual conversation with a classmate, but I had somehow drifted off…and it instead escaped in a moment when the class was completely silent. Like a herd of prairie dogs, the whole class turned to look at me, eyebrows raised, eyes squinted in complete confusion. As my teacher asked what was wrong with me, I stumbled to explain the conversation I had just had. This apparently made me look 10 times more craycray. In the end, the teacher just assumed that I had been asleep and just blurted something of no relevance to the class discussion for no reason at all. Which is basically what had happened.

Exhaustion always strikes at school. I’ve been known to chug a full-size energy drink only to fall asleep on top of my history books 10 minutes later. I’ve fallen asleep in classrooms, at stoplights, and generally anywhere in my house. Tired is tired and when I’m tired, I’m tired. T-ired, ti-red, TIIIIREEEDDDDD.

Like that one time in eighth grade when I was invited to a huge sleepover at this “popular” girl’s house on a school night and my mom let me go. OMG, SLEEPOVER WITH THE IN-CROWD ON A SCHEWL NITE. Somewhere between pizza and nail polish and Admittance of Crush ceremonies, I became the first one to fall asleep. I woke up to two girls standing over me and giggling as one tried to put my hand in a glass of water. The other was holding a Sharpie and looking as evil as they get, but as far as I could tell, she hadn’t used it yet. Two lessons learned: one, don’t trust a girl who’s mean to you until she “is soo jealous of your hair” and would love for you to come to her sleepover, and two, don’t EVER be the first one asleep in any group. Because your enemies will be hesitant to write on your face and try to make you pee yourself, but your friends will not hold back AT ALL.

Which brings me to now, because I’m so friggin exhausted that all I want to do is cuddle with a cat and sleep for days on end. Last night, a friend and I stayed up just about all night researching a court case and writing an oral argument for Model UN. We were delirious. My friend kept on referring to Singapore as “Sangria,” something I could have mocked her for had I been conscious enough. Then this afternoon, as I began to type my diary entry for this week, I fell asleep hugging my computer. It would have been really tender if not for the fact that I was snuggling with a machine.

I have this theory that one day adults realized us young-uns had the potential to take over the world, or at least become really successful and stuff, and because they were afraid of the levels of achievement our youthful energy would help us attain, they decided to create such things as homework in order to keep us exhausted. So exhausted that we fall asleep writing diary posts about being sleepy or, more importantly, justtrhnfbhfgtrjtrgn///////////////gnak;l’;’;;;;;;;;