eat_my_box's Journal

Subject:	note to self: sleep more.
Time:	6:59 pm.
Music:	devendra banhart.

it is now almost 7 p.m. and i just woke up from my "night" of sleep. actually, it was a day of sleep. Due to my procrastinating ways, i did not finish my 15 page take-home sociology exam until 11 a.m.
for nine hours i sat in front of a computer, rarely allowing myself a break. it wasn't until about the time the sun rose, and realized i still had nearly half of the exam to finish, did i start to regret not working on this ahead of time. i believe it was the effects of time-release Adderal and a steady supply of energy drinks that kept me going without very much worry. (but in trade, i was grinding my teeth and shaking quite a bit; i don't know - i guess that's a fair exchange.)

this was not the first time in my life i have stayed awake for over 24 hours, but this certainly was the most mind-fucking experience of sleep deprivation i have ever had. i actually became delusional. my vision came to be impaired to a point equal to that of a light hallucinogenic trip. my best assumption is that these effects lasted for nearly thirty minutes. for this time, i did nothing but lay in bed, staring at my posters(which at this point were more like holograms). like i said, this "trip" was not very intense; i did not manifest objects that were not actually there, but rather distort the appearance of ones surrounding me. for what seemed like about five minutes i watched as an almost frightening looking Isaac Brock displayed on a Modest Mouse poster violently shook his head and stretched his extremities to disfiguring lengths. in the following minute(s?)many other similar observations took place with various posters around my room, until my attention was focused on the actual structure of the room. it appeared to be moving, actually it appeared to be more in the act of breathing. it was as if the closet doors were the chest plate protecting the walls lungs. i became completely infatuated with each movement the walls displayed. i can't really describe why i felt so affected by this, but i do know that at the time the only thing i was concerned with was if the walls could continue breathing(living?).i feel like i'm getting to deep or "far-out" in this explanation, but this exactly how i remember the events of last night leading up to my passing out.

maybe it's not that unusual, but i have never experienced hallucinations i was not expecting.

whatever, at least it gave me an excuse to actually post something on here.

p.s. finals might kill me. enjoy me while i last.

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