Sleep or not?

Napoleon Once said: Leaders are born, not created. True, much? I dearly hope not.

He was once again happy. He did nothing eccentric to tell the truth. But he just felt a better being.
He woke up at 9:30, when his celphone vexing alarm disturbed his sleep. It was saturday, although, he felt obligated to go to the gym since he skipped classes all week long. He snuggled with Mario's champion, but in the end, he lost the final battle against his consiousness, and walked with his sloth like body.
When he finally accomplished the hardous task, he demanded himself why did he do that. Too late to return to negligence. He slipped out of his room, and ingressed into the bathroom. He peed, although discombobulated with the flashes of light that vainly tried to penetrate his shut eyelid causing lack of aim. He cussed. Got some toillet paper and cleaned his mess. When he finished, he washed his hands and in brushed his teeths in sequence. He returned to the jungle. He found his way through the canopy of coats, the stench comming of his used underwears and socks constupated his nostrills, but the salvation arrived with the swing of the window.
The illumination dispersed into the room, finally ending the endless obscurity.

Well well well...

Well, I had a good day today. People may think it's nerdy, but I love the feeling that I'm learning something new, or when you know you're doing well on a test, but at the end you just say you went bad so that you doesn't seem you're showing off your intelligence. Seriously, I don't think I'm the brilliant person ever, but I aint stupid also. Not a Victoria, but neither a Gustavo. I just like being nerdy, and knowing random facts, and having good grades. I'm really competitive, and nothing gives me more pleasure, besides lu, than being the best at something. And that's one of the reasons I'm never satisfied with a 99, but only with an 100. Well, this was a very sincere moment. Well, if you read this, you might think I'm a show off, or that I'm a fool, but that's the way I am. Really competitive, so don't mess around with me.

Bien, aujourd'hui je pense que j'ai reussi mon controle d'anglais, bien sur. Mais le probleme est que je besoin être le meilleur de la classe, et ça impose beaucoup de pression sur moi. Et en plus, Thea ne peut pas avoir une note plus haut que moi, parce que elle pense qu'elle est meilleure que moi, mais la vrairité est que je suis beaucoup meilleux. Elle fait le cours de français a 8 ans dejá, et moi, à 8 mois, et nous avons presque toujour la même note. Donc, suck that Thea. Nous avons le même 12 en français aujourd'hui.

Rentrez

The hair dryer from the room nextdoor woke him up. He didn't got mad; it was time to get out of bed anyway. He didn't think twice: He threw the blanket, his two pillows and the mushroom shaped cushion in the floor, tidded the bed and then placed it in the same systematical order he did everyday.
He finally realized:"Fuck, I got school today."
He got his agenda to see what classes he would attend later. They included: Science, Geographie and English. "Not that bad," he reasured himself, "at least the day will be quick."
Or not.
In sequence he deposited all his affaires in his backpack, carful enough not to forget anything; threw his pijamas off, and replaced it with several layers of clothing. He could sense that it was cold by the goosebumps he got when he exposed himself. He was ready. Ready to descend the stairs and eat his breakfast.
Actually, just a cup of milk and coffee. He took his medicine and refilled his water bottle. He encountered the same people, and had the same exact small talk he did every morning. The day had barely start, and he was already tired.
He said good-bye, and walked out the house, with, as always, an madning parasite.
Not that he didn't like her, but it was just too much coexistance. She was nothing to him, solemly a stranger, opposite of himself.
But it was ok. He put up with 2 months already. He would survive more 6 weeks.
I hope he will...

The sunlight disturbed his motionless face. It was a sign; he needed to wake up. But he didn't want to. He just wanted to forget about the world around him, and sleep. Sleep as if he couldn't wake up again, sleep eternally, forever.
But he didn't. He woke up for life.
His vain life would start all over agian.

The clock announced: It's 12:00. They are for sure comming for him. He didn't want to move; he was just so comfortable. Why do they always come? Couldn't they leave him alone just one day?
He heard her going up the stairs, going to his room. The opaque sound of the her cold hand knocking on the wood arrived as a pronounciation of death in his ears. He solemnly answered, as he always do: "Oui?"
And she retorted: "It's 12:00." In her same melancholic tone of "I know all."
Even though she just said the time, he knew what she meant.
He faintly got out of bed, turned on his computer and saw his reflection; fatigue, stress and lazyness. He wasn't like this, he never was.
But now he is. He made his bed, threw his window open, started his computer, connected his I-pod and brushed his teeths. What a a dead life he was going through.
He got courage to desnude himself in this northern weather, and dived into the scalding water.
That would probably be the highlight of his day.

So outta of my head, he said. Everything is out of his head. He can't rapeller, ni remeber, nor maybe just lembrar.
Everything is getting melange, the accent fica mais forte: eu ne sais pas plus je peux faire.
Well, I asked for this, didn`t I? Never thought it would be like this. Anyway, it's just frustating, to pour ne pouvoir pas falar quelque words in the langue tu veut.
English Classes: frustation, SPEAKING LIKE A 3RD GRADERRRRRRRRRRRR
Cours de Français: je me sent perdu et bête, je ne peux pas dit qui je veux!
Aulas de Español: Pero porque?...
Aulas de Portugues: Sinto que estou perdendo-o.

Is it worth it?
He is starting to demander ele mesmo.
Is this what he wants to do in the future?
Try to be inteligente, quand il seulment not.

Just come intto my head. Pleaseee