So I have this really stupid habbit: Every time I have a break from school longer than the usual two-day weekend we get, then I pull and all-nighter (or close to it) the night before I have to go back to school again.

Let's just say that this time it produced some interesting results...

First of all, I was totally half asleep during my math class. We were supposed to be doing a worksheet but I couldn't pay attention worth crap because I kept dozing off (the silence made me drowsy - I was doing that really sleepy bobing thing where you almost fall asleep but then your head jerks back up again all of a sudden because you know you're not supposed to be sleeping). When we got to thhe fifth problem down the teacher decided it would be a good idea to wander around the classroom to help everyone individually if they needed it, and lo and behold she come across me, who of course hasn't done anything at all.

"Ember," she said (as her voice filtered through the magic of user-names online), "why haven't you been doing anything?"

See, the thing is, the lady's really nice. Honest. But she can be a bit stern too when you're acting stupid.

First of all, I had my arm underneath my head, folded back in the way that students design themselves so they don't really look like they're trying to sleep (but everyone knows that's exactly what's going on). My eyes were totally half-lidded and I swear I might have slurred some words a little bit when I replied, "Oh, I've been paying attention to the lecture." My mind added 'so I didn't think I really needed to do the work, because I get it' (which, by the way, is a total lie) but for some reason my mouth decided to ignore my brain and so it quit speaking after one simple sentence.

I thought I was screwed.

But my teacher just said, "Okay," and continued on, like she didn't know anything was wrong. Hell, I was half asleep and I wouldn't have believed myself and my crappy excuses if given the chance. But hey, whatever, I wasn't about to call her back and argue the point.

In the next period I was wide awake because psychology is always lively (lame, I wanted to sleep). So I pulled out some paper and thought I'd write something.
That blew over really well.

I actually ended up doodling, which is really weird because I never, I repeat NEVER doodle in class. I always write.
Half-way through psychology my sleep-fuddled brain realized this as well. So I decided to try for something simple, maybe like a one-shot or something.

(Yeah, like I said, writing went and blew itself over.) The first sentence of my paper goes something like: "They have the house could have been" Which isn't a sentence of all of course, and makes absolutely no sense. It's like my hand wanted to tack on a prepositional phrase where it wasn't needed.

I gave up for the time being. But during English I tried again.

It was going well at first. I started out with a block style letter (because I felt like it I suppose)"A..."

Then, I kid you not, I fell asleep.

It didn't last for very long. But when I snapped out of it I had: "A seak by that rolly, so if you can I'd rather..."

Ladies and gentlemen, hands have no conception of grammar. I advise you do all of your writing when you're lucid. That's the moral of the story I guess. Have a nice day.