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we learned this yesterday. on Friday i was trying to get some of my project done (still haven't finished, and it's due tomorrow), because i knew i'd be gone all of yesterday.
well, she decided that i needed to go to bed, despite the fact that it was a weekend and she usually lets me stay up later, and i got pissed because i hadn't really worked on my project much, and i really needed to do so. solution? work on journalism homework until she goes to sleep, then get on computer and work on project. i got some done, talked to Emmi a little, ended up staying on there till around 4:30, at which point i packed up my things for the next day, washed a load of laundry, and wound up in bed around 5.
next day, i'm up at eight. three cups of coffee and a couple hours later, Andre picks me up to meet Sean at his house. we ate French toast, because i had a craving for it and i make a bazillion pieces when i cook it. i miss Marshmellow. i used to make him eat my French toast surplus.
anyway, needless to say i was a half-crazed state all day from lack of sleep. after first, it was the caffine making me go "WHEE!!" but after a while that kinda wore off and this little voice in the back of my head took up the task. we held conversation. it told me to stay awake, because if i fell asleep i'd be unconscience for a while and i didn't need to be sleeping on a day i actually got a break from the Wicked Witch of the West. it also informed me that if i kept moving around, i'd be more likely to stay awake. this seemed like a good idea in my half asleep brain, so i was hyper almost all day. and for the longest time, every thing seemed hillarious.
it's always great when everything seems funny.
anyway, after a while the little voice disappeared and i was all "blerh." about that time i had a fight with Andre. it's silly now: we had gone to Cold Stones, and i told him he had to try the ice cream because it's the greatest stuff in the world, and he said he didn't want any, and i told him he should try it anyway. he really didn't want any, so i told him to not worry about it then, and i went outside and stared at a dog in a car. it was funny looking.
he got the ice cream, and got sick eating it because he was lactose-intolerant. which made me feel bad. that, and i was still half-asleep.
it was all good and well when we got to Kayla's, because we had a rousing tickle/wrestle fight in her front yard, and everyone joined in with a good laugh. then Sean ran over Kayla's mailbox, because he's a dumbass. better that than the ditch, i guess, which is where he would've gone if it weren't for her mailbox.
Kay's was cool. i got three books off her, and she and her mommy put spots in my hair. she proceeded to poke my spots and call me "Shpot" the rest of the night. and into the next morning. and Bailey puppy wash sho KEUTE!!! ^.^! much heart to the Bailey puppy.
we had cinnimon rolls for breakfast. huzzah for cinnimon rolls! <3!!
oh yeh, and i had dream that Kayla seduced me, which is funny because she ended up having a dream that she was pregnant.
PS: i hate Kayla's mouse.
i make muffins now.
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