Mid-Term Crisis/Pulling an All-Nighter

Losing it, the figure in the dark, and the Food Distraction

   It was 11:20 now and I was losing time and sleep. I had to pick up the pace. However, there was something slowing me down.

"THIS IS THE TIME OF CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW PIRATES AWAY ON THE SEVEN SEAS!"

Yes. It was true, that stupid song that had frozen and almost broke my laptop was now stuck in my head.

                                                   Excerpt from Jane Eyre:

"He treated the other girls as if they were less than me and it-

THIS IS THE TIME OF CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW PIRATES AWAY ON THE SEVEN SEAS!"

And this is how it went for the next couple of hours.

"MYSTICAL QUEST TO THE ISLE OF TORTUGA RAVEN LIKE SWAY ON THE OCEAN BREEZE!"

I finished the next batch of pages in Jane Eyre. Lifted the laptop up and placed it on the dresser, because sitting in the desk chair was not going to cut it for me any longer. I began typing the next journal entry standing up. Before typing though, I had to find an outlet to plug the charger into, which took about five minutes. 

Now done typing I unplugged the charger and brought the laptop down stairs to the basement plugged it in no problem and began printing.

             There is always a catch, and the catch here was, there was no paper in the printer, so the journal entry did not print; instead, the printer began making an awful noise. There was paper in my mom's printer but that was up on the second floor. 

Whatever, it's not that far. 

I went up the stairs and opened the door, shut it behind me. That is when I heard a noise. 

It was a weird noise, a groaning noise, then I saw something move off in the darkness of the unlit part of the first floor. 

It stopped in the dark hallway. 

I was terrified, I ran down the hallway and spun around, running up the stairs but fell having missed the stair footing, hitting my face on the first step. I scrambled up and ran up the rest of the stairs. Sprinted down the hallway on the second floor to the printer, grabbed the paper from the printer, and ran all the way back down to the printer in the basement.

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                    It was 11:35. And DAMN was I hungry. However, that thing that lurked in the dark on the first floor was on the same floor as the food. 

My homework was not on my mind right now. I wanted food, and bad. 

I always kept a bat in my room because I am one paranoid SOB. With the bat in my hand and the groan in my belly, I opened my door and peaked out. It was dark in the hallway. I turned the lights on in the hallway. 

Nothing. 

I went to the top of the stairs and I saw something move at the bottom. I charged the shadow with the bat ready to swing at it. But when I got to the bottom of the stairs, there was nothing.

 I ran to the lights. Turned them on and found nothing that could cause any harm, except for me.

 I ran into the kitchen bat raised once more, flicked the lights on and, nothing but heaven. All the food in my house was at my disposal, and I had no one to tell me no.

"Tonight we feast like kings." I exclaimed aloud to no one in particular.

I went for the fridge first. I opened the doors slowly, causing my stomach to grumble, I then found myself at the golden gate. 

St. Peter, I guess, had let me in, seeing as he had not shown himself yet. But, instead he had scared the living hell out of me. St. Peter was now lurking in the dark somewhere on the first floor, but I didn't care. I lay my bat against the counter, taking care not to let it fall and wake anyone. Then I turned back to the fridge.

"You have done well Sam, you have done well." I thought to myself.

I grabbed the smallest thing first to start, cheese and crackers. I was just about to sit down to eat when I remembered.

I had forgotten the milk.

Jumping up from the table, I thought, just for a second, that I saw St. Peter in the dark, but it must have just been my imagination.

I did not bother to get a glass. I just took the whole jug out of the fridge and sat down at the table finally ready to eat. 

Time was flying by, as I happily satisfied my hunger for food. Little did I know that this midnight food run would cost me dear time.

I finished my food run, which had consisted of a slice of pizza, three scoops of ice cream, chocolate milk and a tub of Mac n cheese. I walked up the stairs, taking care to turn off the lights and grab my bat. 

I was full, that's when I remembered my homework. I grabbed Jane Eyre immediately and resumed reading.