blaah

4 AM. Don't feel like sleep, but should do it anyway. Don't really wanna remove these headphones though, earbuds will sound so wrong in comparison. Hmm.

4 AM. Don't feel like sleep, but should do it anyway. Don't really wanna remove these headphones though, earbuds will sound so wrong in comparison. Hmm.

4 AM. Don't feel like sleep, but should do it anyway. Don't really wanna remove these headphones though, earbuds will sound so wrong in comparison. Hmm.

4 AM. Don't feel like sleep, but should do it anyway. Don't really wanna remove these headphones though, earbuds will sound so wrong in comparison. Hmm.

4 AM. Don't feel like sleep, but should do it anyway. Don't really wanna remove these headphones though, earbuds will sound so wrong in comparison. Hmm.

4 AM. Don't feel like sleep, but should do it anyway. Don't really wanna remove these headphones though, earbuds will sound so wrong in comparison. Hmm.

4 AM. Don't feel like sleep, but should do it anyway. Don't really wanna remove these headphones though, earbuds will sound so wrong in comparison. Hmm.

4 AM. Don't feel like sleep, but should do it anyway. Don't really wanna remove these headphones though, earbuds will sound so wrong in comparison. Hmm.

4 AM. Don't feel like sleep, but should do it anyway. Don't really wanna remove these headphones though, earbuds will sound so wrong in comparison. Hmm.

I'm just gonna finish this book. 60 pages to go, whatever. My sleep schedule is already so wrong.

"There was the volcano blowing, there was the land falling into the ocean, all of these events that led up to this one huge After as the wave rose up and began to move across the ocean, crossing the space between Africa and where we were."

Oh right, I was reading. Then I took an Then I got distracted by Facebook and tiny tower

It's a Dilly Bar. Ice cream bar, in that instance, dipped in butterscotch. I love those things. Dairy Queen is amazing. Of the 157 tagged photos of me on Facebook, Cyndi is in 67. Many of the pictures she's not in are from homecoming last year, and a lot of those are repeats. That's sad. No wonder I've had a hard time figuring out what to change my profile picture to without taking a picture of myself because I find that to be ridiculous. I wanted a picture without her, where I looked decent, and there weren't a bunch of people. I didn't want to have to crop it because that would hurt the photo's quality, especially since Facebook rapes photo quality already. I didn't want something too old. The one I chose is six months old and isn't focused on me, but it satisfies all other conditions.

My hands were getting ready though. That, or I was using my phone or iPod. Oh yeahhh, 2 AM gotta wake myself up with some SUPA BASS Also, you have no clue what Jessie was mouthing. The ice cream treat was an effort towards censorship.

New Facebook picture. It's from the same day of my old one, probably seven hours later. Graduation day, this was at the senior party. I was still wearing my dress that I'd had on since that morning because I'd worn it for the ceremony obviously, dinner with family afterwards, and then on to Cyndi's graduation because she wore a dress to mine. The dork with the ice cream treat in her face is Jessie. The other two girls are also good friends of mine, even though I haven't seen one of them since September and the other October. I frequently harass them on Facebook though. When I was typing "good friends", it actually originally said "hood friends", but autocorrect changed it. Maybe they're my hood friends. You know. Thug life. Get money.

We need new people with some of our strongest personalities now gone

I don't know why this causes me so much enjoyment. I don't know if enjoyment is meant to be caused. I'm going crazy. It happens sometimes. It's the good kind of crazy though, let's call it an epiphany. The Sushi Bar on floor 10 is ready to be restocked.

Hate is a strong word. All this reading makes me want to write. That'd be a good thing to take up. I'll definitely bring books back to my dorm with me to keep reading when I have the time, but I should start writing. Journaling or fiction, dunno yet. Could be loosely reality-based stuff, who knows. Plus, I really like editing for whatever reason, so there's another aspect. This next semester shall be about dedication to my classes, dedication to routine, and dedication to my happiness. I'm feeling motivated.

iPod touch. Sometimes the autocorrect is right, but sometimes, as seen on all the fail sites, it's just downright ridiculous.

He's still cuddling my arm, but less now. He was twitchy for a bit there, then randomly decided to try to clean his face a couple times before readjusting himself and going back to sleep. Sleeping kitties, and all sleeping living creatures I guess, are very precious, in my opinion. If they're super comfortable and adjusted, they're adorable, and if they're awkward or snoring or anything unappealing or unattractive they're cute in that so-ugly-it's-cute way. God, autocorrect is getting aggressive.

And then Carlos sees me reading and comes to cuddle with my left arm. What a sweetheart

Meow

Now he went into my closet to sleep on a pile of my clean clothes.

Carlos is doing yoga and licking his balls all at the same time. That's talent.

I imagine so.