Hyper days, sleepless nights
Ok, so this whole thing with sleep is either vastly overrated, or majorly overlooked. Annalisa called me last night at about 2300, and we talked forever. We are just kindred spirits...it's so cool. And what the hell is up with boys not being in town?? Is it really all that hard to be in town instead of hours away? That's just wrong. I used to say that all the good ones were taken or gay - now it's that all the good ones are taken or 2 hours away! :) So anyways :P I'm feeling just a little too lucky, too high. Something major has gotta be wrong, or out of place, or something. I'm in a good mood, I'm not totally broke, I've got a guy that's interested in me who not only treats me like a princess and so much better than anyone who I've ever seen before, and to top it all off, he cooks! Either I'm dead, or this is the twilight zone and I'm going to wake up tomorrow with an arm growing out of my forehead or something as wild. Course I do have the thing of parents invading in less than 24 hours, and getting on average 4 hours of sleep per night since Friday. But that just can't be bad enough to be it. Oh, well, we'll see what sort of horrendous thing is going to happen in the next week.