Ninja ga Imasu!

Lately, I've been self destructive. Not on purpose, just in habits.

I'd often stay up late only to oversleep or whatever. Last week, of my four classes, I was late to each of my classes at least once and a lot of them I slept through.

This weekend, I was introduced to a game called Ninja, where you sneak around guards at night (or you guard against Ninjas). It's pretty fun, but two nights in a row means super soreness for me.

Sunday night was hell. I had to work on my 4-6 page paper as well as catch up on my Reading Response Notebook so I tried. But to do the paper, I'd need to know how to do the RRN so I started on that, but figured I was missing a few books so I looked for them. Weren't in my bags. Weren't on the floor. Weren't in the closet. I started panicking. I check a friend's room. I check the student center. Nothing.

I think realize I might have left it in a certain friend's room Friday night. By now it's 2AM. I wake them up but it turns out they gave it to a friend to give it to someone else they thought owned it. I was freaking out by now. I broke down. Uber panic mode.

It took me a few minutes to calm down so I went back to my room, sat down and started working with what I had. Well, long story short, I got my paper in and less than half of my RRN, which I'll try finishing today or something.

I was so damn tired today, too. It sucked.