11:15pm and all is well.
About an hour ago I decided to stay up all night. When you decide to stay up all night it seems like the possibile activities are endless.
I can give myself a mani and a pedi. I can totally clean up the kitchen and living room. I can clean up the office area and organize it better (what is even in the drawers below my desk?). I can search to my heart's desire online for the latest runway images and drool over the new Marc Jacobs line and wonder what made him decide to use Dakota for his new ad campaign. Some people may think he's crazy but I think the photos are genius. I can look ahead in my French book so I have a head start in a week when classes start. I can finish reading Madame Bovary (only 300 more pages to read)...or I can continue reading my fluff book that I've read about a million times already and only have about 30 pages to finish. I know the ending already, maybe I'll stick with Emma Bovary and see how her life is going. I can make endless wishlists for my favorite online stores and wish that my parents were loaded and gave me everything I wanted like the girls I'm watching right now on My Super Sweet Sixteen. God, this show sucks...why am I watching it? I can troll "OhNoTheyDidnt" and read all about the celebrity gossip I already know about. I can totally revamp my MySpace and Facebook pages. And everyone can say how lame I am (didn't you just change some information on Facebook, Rhianna?) I should quit MySpace I think. I've done it before. Honestly I can't believe I've kept this one for a year now. I'm too impulsive. I've made MySpace and Livejournal accounts, quit them for a few months, and then make another. This is such a lame addiction. I could make a list of ways to improve myself (1. Stop being lame, 2. Start being "cool," 3. Join a Step Team, etc). Ohmygod the girl did get the red jaguar she wanted. Bitch. Ew, I'm jealous of a girl on TV with way bad hair. I could play with my cute little kitten (big fat cat) that just came over and started purring. I could bake. But there are not enough ingrediants. I need to grocery shop. I have no money. I could contemplate the virtues of starving. And realize that is ridiculous because of all the people actually starving in the world. Stop being so dramatic Rhianna, I hear my family say. I could make another pot of coffee, but I just consumed one about an hour ago. I hate Real World. I wish the America's Next Top Model marathon was still going. I watched it so much this past week that when I dreamt I thought I was performing challenges for shopping sprees and extra frames on the next photoshoot. People are always taking photos of me. Sigh.
Yeah, you can do anything when you decide to stay up all night.
I'll probably be asleep within the hour.
I can give myself a mani and a pedi. I can totally clean up the kitchen and living room. I can clean up the office area and organize it better (what is even in the drawers below my desk?). I can search to my heart's desire online for the latest runway images and drool over the new Marc Jacobs line and wonder what made him decide to use Dakota for his new ad campaign. Some people may think he's crazy but I think the photos are genius. I can look ahead in my French book so I have a head start in a week when classes start. I can finish reading Madame Bovary (only 300 more pages to read)...or I can continue reading my fluff book that I've read about a million times already and only have about 30 pages to finish. I know the ending already, maybe I'll stick with Emma Bovary and see how her life is going. I can make endless wishlists for my favorite online stores and wish that my parents were loaded and gave me everything I wanted like the girls I'm watching right now on My Super Sweet Sixteen. God, this show sucks...why am I watching it? I can troll "OhNoTheyDidnt" and read all about the celebrity gossip I already know about. I can totally revamp my MySpace and Facebook pages. And everyone can say how lame I am (didn't you just change some information on Facebook, Rhianna?) I should quit MySpace I think. I've done it before. Honestly I can't believe I've kept this one for a year now. I'm too impulsive. I've made MySpace and Livejournal accounts, quit them for a few months, and then make another. This is such a lame addiction. I could make a list of ways to improve myself (1. Stop being lame, 2. Start being "cool," 3. Join a Step Team, etc). Ohmygod the girl did get the red jaguar she wanted. Bitch. Ew, I'm jealous of a girl on TV with way bad hair. I could play with my cute little kitten (big fat cat) that just came over and started purring. I could bake. But there are not enough ingrediants. I need to grocery shop. I have no money. I could contemplate the virtues of starving. And realize that is ridiculous because of all the people actually starving in the world. Stop being so dramatic Rhianna, I hear my family say. I could make another pot of coffee, but I just consumed one about an hour ago. I hate Real World. I wish the America's Next Top Model marathon was still going. I watched it so much this past week that when I dreamt I thought I was performing challenges for shopping sprees and extra frames on the next photoshoot. People are always taking photos of me. Sigh.
Yeah, you can do anything when you decide to stay up all night.
I'll probably be asleep within the hour.