My ship's not sinking.
Well, it's been like four days since I last posted.
School's bloody early. I've never mustered any energy to even touch this.
First day was deathly. I couldn't get any sleep the night before.
I stared at my ceiling for two hours. Then I decided to play some Zelda.
After a measy 5.5 hour 'couch-sleep', the day began with a headache.
It was one of those introductory days, so alot of nothing.
Drew alot of Beaumar and the gang. I was exhausted by the lack of sleep and activity.
Second day got worse. Tired throughout the day.
I was starting to get a bit cranky throughout the end.
Then I had some downhill emotions. Grrrreat.
So I went for an adventure with Denyell.
We ended up being out until 2am.
My mom had called in to the hospital to see if any unidentified admitants.
Because I was dumb and forgot to say more than "Out for busride."
Today was alright. I had woken up at 8:30 though, had to rush.
School passed fairly well. And Beaumar is getting fairly famous now.
I had signed a bunch of binders and bags with silly drawings of him.
Now, I'm resuming from yesterday's traumas.
In a week it'll probably be all better. Or worse, it won't.
But the reason of the excitement next week may play a big part.
I feel so monotone. I'm just tired, sober, and I don't feel witty, probably.
...I'll try to be more cheery tomorrow.
School's bloody early. I've never mustered any energy to even touch this.
First day was deathly. I couldn't get any sleep the night before.
I stared at my ceiling for two hours. Then I decided to play some Zelda.
After a measy 5.5 hour 'couch-sleep', the day began with a headache.
It was one of those introductory days, so alot of nothing.
Drew alot of Beaumar and the gang. I was exhausted by the lack of sleep and activity.
Second day got worse. Tired throughout the day.
I was starting to get a bit cranky throughout the end.
Then I had some downhill emotions. Grrrreat.
So I went for an adventure with Denyell.
We ended up being out until 2am.
My mom had called in to the hospital to see if any unidentified admitants.
Because I was dumb and forgot to say more than "Out for busride."
Today was alright. I had woken up at 8:30 though, had to rush.
School passed fairly well. And Beaumar is getting fairly famous now.
I had signed a bunch of binders and bags with silly drawings of him.
Now, I'm resuming from yesterday's traumas.
In a week it'll probably be all better. Or worse, it won't.
But the reason of the excitement next week may play a big part.
I feel so monotone. I'm just tired, sober, and I don't feel witty, probably.
...I'll try to be more cheery tomorrow.