it's almost 4 30 in the morning. i just finished writing 2 essays. i think the one i just finished could be considered eccentric, it has some odd points in it. im sure im going to wake up in the morning and wonder what the hell it's supposed to mean. oh well. i sat here all night, im pretty proud of myself, i half thought i'd lose hope, say fuck it and go to bed. but i did it. i drank apple juice of the tiny martini glass that we stole on my birthday, darren put it in my coat pocket and SOMEHOW it survived the night.i love it. it's so pretty and tiny. and now. i shall sleep. i have until 11 am... the morning is going to suck. this diary is locked right now, and the only person who has a password is tim so im basically rambling... to tim to if reads this. oh god i described a person in my essay as being a"cruel selfish monster" this cannot be a good sign... GOOD NIGHT!!! and wish me luck for my presentation tomorrow aternoon *good luck alli* thank you.