No Time!

I wrote 12 and half pages today in my screenplay. I wrote some yesterday but before that I hadn't written in weeks. I realize now that that was a mistake; however, I had no control over that. I'm trying to finish my wonderful screenplay by May 1st and I'm only on page 55. But just think, earlier today I was on page 42. I know there will be a lot of revising because I want it to be the best of the best but I don't know that I have the time. One reason I'm doing this crazy May 1st thing is that I want to enter the Nicholl's Fellowship again this year, among other amazing competitions.

To do list for next week:
Write ten page essay for health class
Read Holes
Read in textbook for other class
Send out massive email and otherwise try to sell booths for fair
Do a million little things for the fair I'm coordinator of which includes checking on the permit, figuring out barricades, hunny huts, fair poster, entertainment, continue gathering info on past fair vendors, etc but not all next week.
Write in screenplay about 20 or 30 pages
Meet new stepbrother in prison
Attend my school classes
Start studying for CSET: English Subtest IV (I passed the other three subtests - at least yay on that!) which includes learning to write grammatically correct. I'm a screenwriter, this is foreign to me. It says that for this subtest, unlike the others, one must possess above the general content knowledge in order to pass. At least I failed the hard one.
Put together what's needed to move forward with the kid's film me and the kids at this private school are making. We only have 7 or 8 weeks to plan and complete this film.

If I stop sleeping maybe I'll get it all done. That's just one example, I've been the same amount of busy for weeks.

I hate being busy, it sucks. Why do I like commas so much? I have actual circles under my eyes. Though I suppose when you look 17 it's alright. Sometimes it occurs to me that it might be weird to other people that my college years happened when I was 17, 18, 19, and 20 so that I effectively graduated college at 20. It's odd, I guess, to be 21, having graduated college and having had time to take a year off school and now be a grad student trying to get into more hell. And then getting to inflict hell for years to come on unsuspecting teenagers. I'm just kidding on that last part. I hope high school kids enjoy coming to my future English classes.
My bed is so comfortable in the morning that I have trouble getting out of it which is actually unusual. Last week I was late three times because I thought my alarm clock was some weird being that wasn't supposed to be there. Dying is the only way out. Oh, and did I mention I'm going broke rather quickly? I only have $5 in my savings account. I did; however, apply for a third credit card and I figured it would be festive to build up some debt for the first time in my life. Why did I inflict this hell on myself that some people term school? I have a real job it's called I'm busy.