*Coffee mug, to clear the haze. Liquid proof that I can win this race.*
I fell asleep at 6:30pm.
I was supposed to hang out with Chris at 8pm.
I finally woke up at 1am.
It is now 4:40am, and I'm working on projects that are due at 1:40pm today.
Oh, and I have to be to Villa at 11am for Human Biology.
It's times like these that I doubt my comitment to sparkle motion.
Oh, also, I think there's an odd rumor going around amongst my teachers. Bob and Laura are constantly asking me if I'm okay, and if things are going well. But they word it in an odd way, and the tone they use is soft- like they're trying to not insult me..
I think they are under the misconception that I'm a depressed ('tortured') artist, or something equally moronic.
Mike on the other hand understands that I'm not a morning person... And that Zombies are just misunderstood, and Robots will eventually take over the world.
And now, back to hues. Because lets face it, they own my soul.
I was supposed to hang out with Chris at 8pm.
I finally woke up at 1am.
It is now 4:40am, and I'm working on projects that are due at 1:40pm today.
Oh, and I have to be to Villa at 11am for Human Biology.
It's times like these that I doubt my comitment to sparkle motion.
Oh, also, I think there's an odd rumor going around amongst my teachers. Bob and Laura are constantly asking me if I'm okay, and if things are going well. But they word it in an odd way, and the tone they use is soft- like they're trying to not insult me..
I think they are under the misconception that I'm a depressed ('tortured') artist, or something equally moronic.
Mike on the other hand understands that I'm not a morning person... And that Zombies are just misunderstood, and Robots will eventually take over the world.
And now, back to hues. Because lets face it, they own my soul.