ohmanzz.
Finals are over.
I've been home for the past 30 hours or so.
I watched Talladega Nights. I'm so in love with Sacha Baron Cohen.
"Will you be my Katie Courrric, Ricky Bob-ee?" HAH.
I had to share my bed with my sister last night and wake up early for the orthodontist.
First day back, what? Purple powerchain, huhh?
Yeah.
Then I internetted for an hour or so, then napped from 11 AM to FIVE PM. WOWOWOW!
My mom woke me up to ask if I wanted to.. ride or something.
"Nahh, I'm just soo tired." snooooze.
Too true. Rest is good. Putting ornaments on the Christmas tree is good.
Watching TV is nice. I didn't eat today until I woke up at 5. PERSONAL RECORD?!
Finals fucks up your sleep schedule. And your life, basically.
Dr. Findley called my house tonight. I knew that I knew that voice when I answered the phone.
I overheard my mom talking to him, which made my ears perk up.
It's like.. the call of death. But I'm not leaving school. It's good. I'm good.
I'm a badass. I'm fucking so much shit up next semester.. but in a good way.
Anyway. Anyone wanna hang? I'm home until the second of January. That's a Monday? No, Tuesday?
WHO GIVES A SHIT! The point is that I've basically got all the time in the world.
YAY FOR BEING HOME AND FOR HANSON CHRISTMAS CDS AND MIXED CDS AND RADIO AND LED ZEPPELIN AND DRIVING AND SCHLOTZSKY'S SANDWHICHES AND SHOPPING SOON, MAYBE, HOPEFULLY?!
Ohh, Paolo. I love you.
I've been home for the past 30 hours or so.
I watched Talladega Nights. I'm so in love with Sacha Baron Cohen.
"Will you be my Katie Courrric, Ricky Bob-ee?" HAH.
I had to share my bed with my sister last night and wake up early for the orthodontist.
First day back, what? Purple powerchain, huhh?
Yeah.
Then I internetted for an hour or so, then napped from 11 AM to FIVE PM. WOWOWOW!
My mom woke me up to ask if I wanted to.. ride or something.
"Nahh, I'm just soo tired." snooooze.
Too true. Rest is good. Putting ornaments on the Christmas tree is good.
Watching TV is nice. I didn't eat today until I woke up at 5. PERSONAL RECORD?!
Finals fucks up your sleep schedule. And your life, basically.
Dr. Findley called my house tonight. I knew that I knew that voice when I answered the phone.
I overheard my mom talking to him, which made my ears perk up.
It's like.. the call of death. But I'm not leaving school. It's good. I'm good.
I'm a badass. I'm fucking so much shit up next semester.. but in a good way.
Anyway. Anyone wanna hang? I'm home until the second of January. That's a Monday? No, Tuesday?
WHO GIVES A SHIT! The point is that I've basically got all the time in the world.
YAY FOR BEING HOME AND FOR HANSON CHRISTMAS CDS AND MIXED CDS AND RADIO AND LED ZEPPELIN AND DRIVING AND SCHLOTZSKY'S SANDWHICHES AND SHOPPING SOON, MAYBE, HOPEFULLY?!
Ohh, Paolo. I love you.