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I think I'm going to just stay up. It's already 6:30am. I can't believe that I'm starting to accept 2am as an early bedtime. I've really always been like this, but it's pretty extreme this summer break.
At least I've been sort of constructive tonight, trying to clean my room. I decided that instead of being angry about my lack of trying this summer, and just hating my room and where it leaves me, I'm going to make the fucking best of it.
Also I would just go to sleep but it's Saturday which is the best day of all. I plan to go to Baltimore and go to yard sales and thrifting and drink coffee and maybe take an afternoon nap. If I go to bed, I know I will sleep through Saturday daytime funtime. I've even been planning what I want to eat for breakfast all night. Creepy. Hopefully soon I'll start slurring my tired words when I'm trying to haggle with yard sellers. It's also finally time to check out the yard sale of my neighbor. His perpetual yard sale has been going on for a straight week- he's had silver-y looking things in front of his house for seven days and I want to see what else he's got.
Lastly:
Dear Santogold, I love your music but the two ladies dancing behind you schtick is weird. Anyway, keep at it. Also, she's like 30-something. Lately I've been wondering a lot of about ages, probably to see if where I'm at is normal or whether I should be the CEO of a company by now.
At least I've been sort of constructive tonight, trying to clean my room. I decided that instead of being angry about my lack of trying this summer, and just hating my room and where it leaves me, I'm going to make the fucking best of it.
Also I would just go to sleep but it's Saturday which is the best day of all. I plan to go to Baltimore and go to yard sales and thrifting and drink coffee and maybe take an afternoon nap. If I go to bed, I know I will sleep through Saturday daytime funtime. I've even been planning what I want to eat for breakfast all night. Creepy. Hopefully soon I'll start slurring my tired words when I'm trying to haggle with yard sellers. It's also finally time to check out the yard sale of my neighbor. His perpetual yard sale has been going on for a straight week- he's had silver-y looking things in front of his house for seven days and I want to see what else he's got.
Lastly:
Dear Santogold, I love your music but the two ladies dancing behind you schtick is weird. Anyway, keep at it. Also, she's like 30-something. Lately I've been wondering a lot of about ages, probably to see if where I'm at is normal or whether I should be the CEO of a company by now.