I am watching the Daily Show/Colbert Report and life is so good.
[Because this year I've been going to bed earlier but today I felt sick so I came home and took a nap. Usually my mom yells at me, but I moaned on about how bad I was feeling and she let it slide. So now I have a bit more energy but not much because it's midnight and I am pooped.]
I switch back and forth between blissfully single and bitterly single. It's strange. I miss being able to say "YEAH I'VE BEEN ALONE MY WHOLE LIFE; GOT A CAT: THAT'S ALL I NEED." Now I really want some action, but it's still got to be ~special~ and that's something that's impossible to find in high school. Oh well. I'll be in college soon enough, maybe then relationships will go smoother.
I forgot my French text book. I had French homework. I have French first period tomorrow. I am fucked.
Hnnnng tired; off to bed where I can lay around anxiously for two hours believing that every creak in the house is the demon from Paranormal Activity. It beats mentally dwelling about my teenage problems.
None of the paragraphs I just wrote coordinate with each other. It's quite obvious that this is late night too-tired-to-think ramblings.
[NEW SOUTH PARK TOMORROW, EEEK!]