running with scissors

I have a test tomorrow. My first ever quiz of the semester, so yes, instead of writing a post, I should be studying my head off. Eleven theories of how to teach writing must be mastered tonight and be delivered at 8.30 a.m. Lately and I think almost every morning, despite having five rounds of alarm set in my phone, strategically placed right beside my ear, fails to do what it is generated to do. Wake me up. I've become immune to the blaring (and very unattractive) sounds of my Sony Ericsson handphone but not to the ringing of phone calls. It somehow triggers some kind of wire in my head and magically wakes me up. I am really interested in finding out how it is possible to wake up to phone calls and not to ill-sounding alarms. That will be in my list.

Actually, the point of me writing and babbling nonsensical sentences is to distract myself from my own childish thoughts. Get over it, Nashrah! Stop obsessing! The past is past and the future of a writing test that is 10% (is it? does not matter, still has its marks) to be answered tomorrow morning is what entails you now. You are going to be fiiinneeee. Now go study.