Zombified

I have been zombified while on exchange, having slept around just 6 hours over the last two days. This is so unbecoming of an exchange student, but I guess I still can't defeat my greatest enemy, myself. What's worse is that things will start to get worse till 10 days later.

The last two nights over the weekend have been spent in the editing room until 4 am each night (or morning), as we had to show some rough edit to our prof today. What I couldn't understand was how come everyone knew that we had make-up class today, and knew that we had to present something, and yet I was spending the last couple of nights in the editing room all alone. And amidst all those editing, I had to rush to complete a 50% paper.

I may be someone who is always last minute, but I draw a distinct line between last minute-ness, and nothing-ness. How in the world could they just assume that something magical would appear on the empty black screen today? I knew that there was going to be no magic, and as I just couldn't bring myself to give an empty answer to the prof today, I was therefore confined to the editing room. And to think I have another assignment to submit tomorrow, and I haven't even started.

Fair? Of course not, but I've seen enough over the past few semesters to know that life is never fair. The more gracious side of my inner self has already gotten used to living with all these, yet of course, there's this other side of me which just can't live with the unjust, and is the reason why I'm ranting here on this space.

Maybe I should get some sleep first, and maybe its my turn to wait for something magical to help me ...