It's 1AM and my family's actually all asleep...which is pretty surprising considering my mom stays up til around 3 or 4 each day doing god-knows-what; and my dad comes home at like 2AM, so having the house all to myself this early... it feels nice.
And I'm sitting in front of my computer, with makeup still on my face and cotton candy still swimming in my hair and probably some stray pieces of grass lying in my shorts somewhere. I'm honestly too lazy to go shower and change...it's disgusting but I'm too goddamn tired to move from my seat. I'm afraid once I do the first and final destination will be my bed and I'm just gonna knock out til 2 in the afternoon...which I really can't afford cause Psych is on Monday and I still haven't gone through the whole book. aklsjdfal;skdjfal;skdf I'm so scared of failing my test.
I don't even know why I stayed that long at the carnival today (okay maybe I do) - it wasted a good 6-7 hours AND made me tired..adklfajsdlkfajsdf. I honestly have such difficulties prioritizing my life that I need to reorganize and start making lists of everything I do. This is ridiculous. I swear procrastination is going to kill me one day.
I like the night. I like the quiet. I like the peacefulness. I like the serenity. I'm pretty convinced that I adopted this nocturnal system of living not only because my time management skills (or lack of) has forced me to adapt, but also because I actually truly like the atmosphere at night. I would take a stroll out every other night just for the air, but my shady ass neighborhood makes that impossible. SIGH.
I feel my bones weighing me down. Good night. (:
I hope everyone's doing okay. I'm here if you ever need a friend, a sister, a listener, a talker - whatever you need; I'll be it.
It's 1AM and my family's actually all asleep...which is pretty surprising considering my mom stays up til around 3 or 4 each day doing god-knows-what; and my dad comes home at like 2AM, so having the house all to myself this early... it feels nice.
And I'm sitting in front of my computer, with makeup still on my face and cotton candy still swimming in my hair and probably some stray pieces of grass lying in my shorts somewhere. I'm honestly too lazy to go shower and change...it's disgusting but I'm too goddamn tired to move from my seat. I'm afraid once I do the first and final destination will be my bed and I'm just gonna knock out til 2 in the afternoon...which I really can't afford cause Psych is on Monday and I still haven't gone through the whole book. aklsjdfal;skdjfal;skdf I'm so scared of failing my test.
I don't even know why I stayed that long at the carnival today (okay maybe I do) - it wasted a good 6-7 hours AND made me tired..adklfajsdlkfajsdf. I honestly have such difficulties prioritizing my life that I need to reorganize and start making lists of everything I do. This is ridiculous. I swear procrastination is going to kill me one day.
I like the night. I like the quiet. I like the peacefulness. I like the serenity. I'm pretty convinced that I adopted this nocturnal system of living not only because my time management skills (or lack of) has forced me to adapt, but also because I actually truly like the atmosphere at night. I would take a stroll out every other night just for the air, but my shady ass neighborhood makes that impossible. SIGH.
I feel my bones weighing me down. Good night. (:
I hope everyone's doing okay. I'm here if you ever need a friend, a sister, a listener, a talker - whatever you need; I'll be it.
Impress me. Sing along to Bon Jovi and Muse with me. Watch Lion King until your eyes hurt. Laugh at all my jokes. Buy me striped clothing on my birthday! Learn to love my Mickey. (: Memorize my phone number, and memorize it RIGHT. Buy me CD albums for my birthday/Christmas/anything! Never tell me you want to watch me swim. Get me Vitamin Water when I'm stressed. (: Tell me your life story. I'll tell you mine.
