Oh, What a Saturday
Okay, yes it’s only the morning still, but I feel defeated, like the world has just decided to come down PLOP! on my head.
After worrying all night about why I didn’t get a text, I finally get one at nearly 3 AM. Video games prevented a text, along with a failure of a phone. That doesn’t stop me from worrying every five minutes about whether there is still a connection there or not.
So then I proceeded to have the weirdest dreams and toss and turn all night long like the worried paranoid freak that I clearly am. Dreams involving showers, dances, airplanes, greenhouses, oh yes. Oh yes. So now I’ve only been up for 2 hours and I’m tired already.
And tonight my family is going to my best friend’s house, only she won’t be there. Because she’ll be out with her boyfriend, whom I have a mild distaste for. Whatever, not my life. So while I could be studying for my five midterms, I’ll be sitting around with her family. Whom are quite nice, and her sister who is two years younger. We get along, but it may be awkward. Whatever, I think I’m just gonna be grumpy until this time next week anyways. I hate midterms. Additionally I hate making up school.
You know what sucks? When you get a bruise on your hand. On the top bony part where if you accidentally hit it against something or rest your hand anywhere you realize there is a bruise! And you then wonder how on earth you even managed to get a bruise there, because it’s basically blood vessels and bones or tendons or something. Point being, there’s not a lot of fat/muscle there. So now I have a brown bruise on my hand, but you can’t see it under my carpal tunnel brace, so FTW?
You know when you have the urge to bake something? I frequently get that urge, but right now I want chocolate chip pancakes or muffins or cupcakes more precisely.
I just had the thought that blogs are really a sad excuse for diaries that whoever is writing hopes someone reads and thinks that their actually lame life is something interesting, or that their wit is witty. That applies to me as well; my wit and stellar life is— here’s a secret— not so stellar.
And now I’m going to go find warmth and food. Because it’s freezing in my room, and by freezing I mean 64 degrees. I have a warmth problem, I can never be warm enough unless in bed under my six blankets and flannel sheets with flannel pajamas. Sigh.
C
