I'm fired up.
The monster inside me rages like King Kong, ready to bust out of those chains and cause complete devastation to everything and anything in its path. Nothing gets a free pass. I don't care about your sympathies. Just get the fuck out of my way.
My head begins to pound like stacks of british currency. Body shaking, knees aching, and mind quaking, I charge on.
It's almost 3 in the morning. Other than a few overachieving stragglers with no social lives, the business school building is completely empty. Well, not totally empty. A mound of psychology facts and figures seems to have been kindly mutating uncontrollably on my desk over the past hour, menacingly mocking my unproductivity.
I begin to panic, even though I wasn't at the disco. Despite the fact that I had been studying for this test for days on end, there was still so much I still didn't know. Clearly, my usual preparation tactics had failed me. Yea, I studied more excessively than the rate at which Lil' Wayne Portland Trail Blazes, but I clearly needed an extra boost. An extra push. An extra edge.
Like any good war strategist, I came to battle with a solid second option. I unleashed the beast
Yep, that's what the kids are calling it these days.
So I drank my third monster energy drink of the day. And it worked. Almost immediately, I became more focused than that type of orange juice that thinks really hard (concentrate). For about three solid hours, I was on a tear. I was rocking my pysch book harder than Ben Folds and the suburbs.
6am rolls around. The overachievers must live there, because two of them hadn't left. Watching the sun rise, I make the triumphant trek back to my apartment. I believed that I had mastered my material.
I was psyched.
Lunch/Business meeting with friend, pertaining to the music video we are producing: 1-2
Crank out an article for the Hoya: 2-2:30
Class/studying more psych: 2:30-3:45
I am still drinking monster. I have some time to kill before my test and I just couldn't deal with going over Meaney's rat experiments and other pointless bullshit, so I sneak away to the piano rooms and serve up a quick blink 182 special. Work sucks, I know.
4:15. The moment of truth has arrived. I got my number two pencil and i'm ready to gooooo.....
The test was downright impossible. Not even Tom Cruise could have gotten an A.
Part of me feels like I made a bigger mistake than the United States of America in the 2000 election. And throw in 2004. Because I was pissed off on two terms.
One, my hard work didn't seem to pay off. Two, I had unleashed the beast. And for what? A C+ on a measley teest?
I have been drinking strange energy supplements continuously throughout this semester. No, I am not addicted to the stuff. But I might as well be.
The worst part of it is, I have no choice. If I could stop the rampaging behemoth, I would. Believe me. But the situation has gotten way out of hand. I have to unleash the beast.
Well, I don't have to. There's always that option of failing out of school. I hear society loves that one.
What we are faced with here is a good old fashioned game of project triangle.
Todays contestants: GPA, Passion, Sleep.
You are only allowed to pick two out of the three.
GPA is a must. If you don't got one, you might as well walk into your job interview with a dunce cap. And no job=no money. And although we always say money isn't everything, lets cut the bullshit for at least a second. No money=societal outkast.
Sad, but true.
Sorry sleep, but I have to choose passion. Because if I don't, my soul will always be sleeping. Even if I set three alarms.
The worst part is, theres no money back guarantee. Losing sleep doesn't equal automatic GPA boost. But just like washing hands in a restuarant bathroom, it is strongly recommended.
To be honest, i'm freaked out. I may be destroying my body with these energy supplements. And for what? A job that i'm going to have to quit because i'll have heart problems from drinking too many energy supplements?
Now we're back to square one.
I don't know about you, but I can't seem to find a solution to this problem.
Maybe the limit does not exist.
song of the day: Up, up, and away: Kid Cudi