"I may be stupid but I'm not dumb."

Need I explain this image? I didn't think so.

I am parched. Every week gets longer, which I admit, I have said every single time, but every time I say it it's true. 

I look at my brain as if it is a sponge. Right now, it's a Scotch-Brite in the ocean. It's like I can feel the sparks coming out of my forehead. I think that the main reason for this is the debate event tomorrow. If I'll be honest, yeah, I'm a little worried. I think I'll do good, but there's always a little anxiety when you do something "first" after a while.

I got a work computer. I don't trust the Davie kids (where the event is held at) enough not to steal it. I actually moved into my grandmothers' house for a year and had to go to a school over there. I don't think anyone would recognize me. I'm a pretty forgettable person. Heck, I even forget things about myself from time to time.

I swear to god, I thought I was 15 for around a quarter of the year. I am really god-awful tired and can't wait for a day where I could finally sleep in without worrying about a quiz, or an event. 

Going by Murphy's law and my good friend bad luck, that won't happen until June.

I wonder if it'll be all worth it in the end. I mean yeah, I got a lot more knowledge in general, no denying that. But my time management has become, interesting. I have succeeded in getting all my work done, but I have no time for anything but work and sleep. I haven't been overthinking, mainly because I have no time to think. So I guess I in a weird way, I kind of passed the challenge? I don't know at this point, and I'm too tired to figure it out.

Now I'm going to make a speech for tomorrow. Wish me luck. I probably may or may not need it.