Author Topic: Sleep Deprivation  (Read 1875 times)

I get about 5 hours of sleep a night. Everyday, my mom drops me off at school at around 7 AM. I walk to the cafeteria half-awake, pick an empty table, and take a nap sitting at said table, using my messenger bag as a pillow. Then I wake up at around 7:30 when all of my friends arrive and feel much better. :3

I usually go to bed at 2:00 AM and i wake up, go to work with my dad or something...






homeschool ftw  :cookieMonster:

I second that.  :cookieMonster:

19 and leader of a large criminal organization.

Lately I've been going to bed at four or five in the morning (despite having taken sleeping pills previously) and waking up at 1:30 PM. :/

homeschool ftw
Yessssss

Instead of hours and hours of busywork, I only need to do the schoolwork that's worth a stuff, which usually only takes an hour :D

Lately I've been going to bed at four or five in the morning (despite having taken sleeping pills previously) and waking up at 1:30 PM. :/
I go to bed at midnight and wake up at 1:30PM sometimes :o

I'm not getting sleep tonight because my english teacher decided that 400 lines of poetry is a fun thing to do  :cookie:

I typically get 4-5 hours of sleep every night.

I didn't know you were a poet, com4de.

I didn't know you were a poet, com4de.
I'm good at haikus
I suck at everything else
But pusillanimous individual is sweet


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A ship has a hull - for protection, you see-
A ship has bulkheads-
But one can never hold back the flood.
Emotions, memory.

Hull breach! Depressurization!
The cannons fire-
Their insults piercing-
They hurt the most-

A rush- your fear, it approaches,
The order comes-
Their insults piercing-
They hurt the most.

Retreating, while retreating-
The screams of pain-
The battle- hopelessly lost.
Your enemy, near-

No point running- your gun, loaded-
They are here now-
Raise your weapon to its owner-
Your final victory.

A ship has a hull - for protection, you see-
A ship has bulkheads-
But one can never hold back the flood.
Emotions, memory.

Hull breach! Depressurization!
The cannons fire-
Their insults piercing-
They hurt the most-

A rush- your fear, it approaches,
The order comes-
Their insults piercing-
They hurt the most.

Retreating, while retreating-
The screams of pain-
The battle- hopelessly lost.
Your enemy, near-

No point running- your gun, loaded-
They are here now-
Raise your weapon to its owner-
Your final victory.
OH DEAR LORD THE DASHES
THE DASHESSSSSSSSSSSS
YOU'RE EMILY richardINSON AREN'T YOU

OH DEAR LORD THE DASHES
THE DASHESSSSSSSSSSSS
YOU'RE EMILY richardINSON AREN'T YOU
Apprentice poem, good catch.

Is this topic about poetry now?

Is this topic about poetry now?
No, I need to make a thread for my literary and artistic feats though.


(I just had a cup of coffee, can you tell?)

Your recent avatar change is the only thing that might suggest that.

Your recent avatar change is the only thing that might suggest that.