^^ My sophomore year of college, my friend and I went flipping delirious during finals week. We were both hopelessly behind writing a mountain of academic "stuff" on topics we hadn't prepared for.
We ended up staying up all night in one of the campus computer labs, IMing random people for "good times" and generally messing with them and laughing hysterically for no reason and practically falling over our chairs (I think she or I actually did fall over once). I think we invented our own language that ngiht. We were totally out of it from stress and lack of sleep and water. We spent about 6 hours like this and didn't write a word for our final papers.
I realized later close to dawn that not only had we driven every single student from the computer room, but effectively caused every sane student trying to actually work to go to the computer lab across the hallway from us. Seriously. I finally looked around and realized the entire lab was empty except for me and my crajee friend. I think our mad hyena like cackling was either frightening or distracting or both to people trying to pass their classes.
No one had even asked us to quiet down, they just left.
My friend ended up failing her class I think. At least, she never did her paper. I, on the other hand, procastinator that I am, did finish around 11am. And walked away with a shiny C.
Did this make me happy? I guess if by happy you mean 'delirious with exhaustion' then...yes.
I just finished reading a script for a class tomorrow. The script itself kinda irks me. IMHO, it's bad...very bad. I can totally tell some straight guy wrote it intending it to be deep and 'pushing the envelope'. I HATE that.
Oh wait, wrong thread...
Hahaha, no but I'm happy for Friday and the class and reading the script made me more motivated to write. There is a need for more voices, better writing -- like mine.
You know when you look at something and think, 'I can do that!' -- and you can? That makes me happy. Perhaps deluded. And an inveterate smack talker. Which just makes me happier.