I'm addicted to stress, it's the way that I get things done...
I'm addicted to stress
that's the way that I get things done
if I'm not under pressure then I sleep too long
and I hang around like a bum
and I think I'm going nowhere and that makes me nervous
I'm addicted to stress
that's the way that I get things done
if I'm not under pressure then I sleep too long
and I hang around like a bum
I think I'm going nowhere and that makes me nervous
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's thinking 'bout me
it's the little things that get you
it's the little things that get you when you weren't paying attention
it's the little things that get you
it's the little things that get you
it's the little things that get you when you weren't paying attention
I'm trying to cut down on my caffeine consumption
so when I get up I just have one cup of coffee
and I like to have another cup of coffee with my breakfast
and on the way to work I like to get a cup of coffee
like the kind of cup of coffee that you get with the donuts
but I never get the donut I just have the cup of coffee
and when I get to work I have a cup of coffee
cause I like to have a coffee when I'm talking on the phone
but it usually grows cold and I need to get another cup of coffee
and it's lunch, and I have an espresso...
and when I get back, it's not morning anymore so I have
a diet cola and another diet cola
by then I'm feeling fine and I'm feeling pretty sharp
and feeling pretty wired and I'm getting things done
but right about two I get this little tiny migraine and
it starts behind my eyes and it moves to the back of my neck
and it moves to the bottom of my spine
but it doesn't get there until 5 or 6 o'clock
which is the end of the day so I'm fine!
so I'm fine so I'm fine
except when I have to work late, when I have to work late
which I usually do
I'm addicted to stress
that's the way that I get things done
if I'm not under pressure then I sleep too long
and I hang around like a bum
and I think I'm going nowhere and that makes me nervous
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's thinking 'bout me
it's the little things that get you
it's the little things that get you when you weren't paying attention
it's the little things that get you
it's the little things that get you
it's the little things that get you when you weren't paying attention
I love to work I love to run I love to play real hard
I love to steal little things from the grocery store
like a piece of bubble gum or sometimes I just stick
my thumb in a peach and leave it there
I love to work I love to run I love to water-ski snowboard
jet ski skydive parasail hanglide rollerblade mountainbike
bungee jump well I mean I'd love to do these things if I ever had the time.
I love to work I love to work I love to workout after work
I love to spend a little time with this woman I'm seeing
except we never really get the time to spend together
so we call each other up and we talk about work
butwhat I think I'd really love is to get up by myself on a tiny little island
in the middle of the ocean with just me a book and a cellular phone
and a personal computer in case something came up
and I'd eat and I'd drink and I'd run and I'd sleep
and I wouldn't do nothing except swim all day
except I don't know how to do laps in the ocean
where there are sharks! where there are sharks! where there are sharks!
and there's this kind of anemone that sticks in your foot
and the poison goes up to your brain and you die
and sand fleas? Sand fleas! Yuck!
But actually I think would be really relaxing
just me by myself in the middle of the ocean
and thats what I'd really love to do more than anything else
except I'd probably hate it
I'm Addicted to stress
it's the way that I get things done
if I'm not under pressure then I sleep too long
and I hang around like a bum
and I think I'm going nowhere and that makes me nervous
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's thinking 'bout me
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
everybody's thinking 'bout me (x2)
I don't know how I get myself in these situations. I really don't. I'm so stressed out, I'm awake primarily thanks to caffeine and sugar in massive quantities... I'm shaking because of it. And I have to write a one-page review for my class that starts at three, another three pages about SOMETHING that I don't even remember what it is for creative writing tomorrow, as well as three crits and there's another assignment that I don't remember what it is but it's also due in that class tomorrow. Oh, yeah, and then there's the two papers that are due on Friday in two of my classes... the two I haven't actually started writing yet, just done the research. I would have started writing already but I'm too busy doing all the crap that's due BEFORE those papers are due. And I can't focus on anything and I feel like that guy in that song where I just can't stop moving or I'll collapse in a heap but I can't focus on the work I need to be doing either so I'm posting this instead and I am starting to regret signing up for Arizona because I need to use this break to get caught up instead of going somewhere else but I already signed up and the group is so small that I couldn't abandon them to do it without me and besides it will be relaxing until I come back and find out that I still have all this work to do that I didn't do over break and I half wish we'd get in an accident halfway back from Arizona and then I'd die and I wouldn't have to worry about any of it.
*collapses in a heap on the floor*
-Jaya-

DON'T PANIC
And honestly, while you might find a crash while coming from Arizona that would result in your death to be halfway desirable, if you die, I'll kill you. If that makes any sense at all.
You'll manage it. After all, how have you managed the past few years here?
Interesting poem, to say the least.
Good...uh...working, I guess, would be the right phrase.
And.. well, after a couple of all nighters and a lot of prayer, I'll make it through. I won't be fully conscious, but that's what the van ride down to AZ is for: sleeping.
And, if I die, you may feel free to kill me. I will be happy to oblige. I like being dead, it means I get to go hang out with God! ;)