When I think of a nerdy girl, it more conjures an image of complexion for me. "Nerdy girls" in my mind all look similar -- they're thin, long dusty-blond hair (almost colorless), with glasses, pale skin (not necessarily with freckles), and a surprisingly nice body that they hide beneath frizzy sweaters and jeans. That's not a terribly good description... it sounds like its from Not Another Teen Movie. But whatever. Nerdy girls are quite sexy, I agree
but it's an entirely different kind of sexy. And yes, I'm sure we all know the occasional model bombshell who takes compsci... but those are mutants, not nerds.
And in answer to your question, it's actually quite invigorating. I'm a zombie, but an energetic zombie. But god sleeping feels nice afterwards...
And now, an update!
6:20 am
Soon I'll start transferring my mountain of notes to typing. We're due for a sunrise, but I can feel a sugar crash looming on the brightening horizon. I figure I have another hour and a half, tops, of constructive work ahead of me. Hopefully I can make enough progress in that time that I can ride the tide of exhaustion out for the remaining 9 hours before my paper is due.
I'm feeling surprisingly lucid, but words are starting to come a little harder, and my focus is waning. Not that it was that strong to begin with.
7:02 am
Ahh, sunrise. This is by far my favorite part of an all-nighter.
When the sun hits, it's mine. I *earned* this sunrise. Waking up for it doesn't compare. After the ordeal I've gone through tonight, the sunrise is mine and mine alone. I can hear the sounds of life returning to campus. First the lawn guys come, then the first students wake up and jog to the gym. Birds make some pleasant noises, and cars are audible from outside the Loop. More and more students wake up and start getting ready for class... but I'm still working on my paper, and they don't know what they've missed. They missed my sunrise. Mine.
7:38 am
I'm at 6 pages. The essay isn't the brilliance that I had hoped, but hopefully I'll have something moldable into a strong 2nd draft. I'm waning fast, and soon I might have to head to the student center in hopes that an emergency Red Bull would tide me over until Class. I'm trying to figure out a way that I can snatch a few hours of sleep before I listen to an lecture on the life of William De Kooning, but it isn't looking like that's possible.
While the essay isn't the scintillating prose I'd hoped it would be, I'm still holding out hope that my ending will tie everything together. But there is much more work to be done... I'm shooting for a 15 page essay, and I'm only at 6 pages.
As you can see, this is the pessimistic portion of the spiritual all-nighter. It's also do-or-die time. Namely, at any moment I could lie down and fall asleep for 3-4 hours. My class is at 3:00. I have until then to craft this essay into something workable. But the bed is calling... "sleeeeep.... sleeeeep..."
The solution is to drill on, because any pause could be my last. I might leave a sentance dangling and never return. But if I finish this draft, at 10 pages or so, then I can at least grant myself a much-desired shower.
Sleeep.... sleeeeeep... NO! BACK DEMONS! BACK!
8:36 am
10 pages. My very rough first draft is done. Now it's time to take a shower, grab some breakfast, buy another redbull, and hope I don't get enticed into my bed. If all of that is successful, I'll be ready for my second draft by 10:00.