September 9.
In order for me to function like a normal, thinking, sane, and alert human being, I need at the very least six hours of sleep. It's 12:30 in the morning right now, and I want to wake up in a matter of four hours. That's not really setting myself up to win for the first day facsimile today, but either way, I managed today on four hours of sleep. I've just wasted a bunch of sentences explaining that. And it's 12:41 now.
Chit.
It's been about a week since the entire back-to-school hysteria thing set in for me, and I still haven't decided whether I'm more excited or scared for my senior year. The day of orientation and today (yesterday?) were completely amazing, and if they're any indication of the direction my year will go, I'm in good shape indeed.
Idunno. I just felt like blogging. So there. Blahhh.
Chit.
It's been about a week since the entire back-to-school hysteria thing set in for me, and I still haven't decided whether I'm more excited or scared for my senior year. The day of orientation and today (yesterday?) were completely amazing, and if they're any indication of the direction my year will go, I'm in good shape indeed.
Idunno. I just felt like blogging. So there. Blahhh.