How's It Gonna Be?

We're just dancing, we're just hugging, singing, screaming, kissing, tugging on the on the sleeve of how it used to be.

I have and continue to maintain an academic death wish. I currently have over 200 pages of reading to do for my classes tomorrow... It is 1 A.M. Why am I writing here and not doing homework? I spent the last five hours trying to read 100 pages... I can't find the right state of mind, and to think, I once saw myself as a fast reader. Ridiculous. Back to the academic grind.... mmmmh... coffee sounds good... so many hours till morning. Bleh.

And my fourth quarter pipe dreams are seeming more and more like fighting for.