This makes so much sense it's kind of crazy. See, I tend to sleep from two in the morning till ten in the morning. No matter how tired I am or anything. It's just what happens. hrm. Interesting.

Busy weekend. Friday was the art night thing over at the Tranny Shack. Sometimes I wonder why I bother leaving that place at all; I'd been there the day ( Read more... )

So my parents left about half an hour ago. Which would make me happy (maybe) except I'm still awake.

I want to dig my uterus out with a spork.

It's three thirty in the morning and I'm still wide awake. You know, it's weird, but I totally thought that not being insanely stressed out about school would automatically fix my sleep patterns. Apparently not. It's way too late to take a sleeping pill, too, because Kait's going to call me in the morning so she can pick me up and we can go hang ( Read more... )

So I got about three hours of sleep last night. And a possible twelve-hour school day today.

Somewhere in there I need to by fucking sleeping pills. I am so sick of this.

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So last night was Fake Mustache. It was insane, but in a good way. (Well, I think there actually was some drama, but since I was totally not within hearing range, I didn't have to kill anybody).
I got there at six since I was at Trevor's house and Kait picked us up with the stereo. I actually got to help with setting up, because usually there isn't ( Read more... )

So I just got back. It was an awesome party, just in terms of hanging out and being silly for hours on end. Kait got me this crazy dragon balloon thing that we blew up (well she did, because I can't blow things) and then threw at each other's heads for an hour or so until it broke. And it was sad ( Read more... )