So, last night I didn't end up going to bed until about 4am. For some reason, it seems like all of the fun/crazy/worthwhile times I have here happen after midnight, haha. Last night I was at the library until 12:30am, working on an art piece that I am submitting for this auction. I planned on going to bed when I got back to my room, but as usual a friend of mine wanted to hang out, so I ended up chilling with him until 2am while he did his laundry. THEN I came back to my room, and just as I was about to go to sleep, I started talking to people online who I hadn't talked to in a while, and wanted to catch up with. Somehow I always feel like my day never really starts until around 7pm, so when I don't go to bed until 4am it feels fairly normal... that is until I have to get up in the morning.