the night of the living dead.

he can't sleep, although he knows he isn't going to want to get out of bed in the morning. fuck, he isn't going to even want to open his eyes to get up. there's no way in hell he'd manage to get there for making pancakes. he'll just try to make the most of it and not freak the fuck out about singing. he hates singing infront of crowds, why did he sign on to do this?? at least it's all almost over.  so far it hasn't set in really that he doesn't have to do school stuff (besides english shit) for two weeks. he should be celebrating and all sorts of stuff, but he can't even recognize what's going on because of the amount of stress he has and the lack of sleeping in. not to mention, being hungry all the fucking time.  one last day to get through, really just a few hours at the most. then it's all over for now. he can't wait for everything to slow down, for it all to be done for good. he knows he'll miss the people, but he couldn't be happier to get rid of the idiotic system.  <3 <3