Ugh. It's about 10p.m. where I live, which is actually pretty early. So why am I so fricking tired?! It boggles my brain... I guess it could be all of the late nights (if you can count 3 in the morning a late night), the stress of school, and the constant procrastination... But I doubt it.

So, I'm sitting im my pink bed (gross), looking at my pink walls (also gross), wondering why the hell I chose pink as the main color of my bedroom. I H.A.T.E pink. Hate it. It's gross- as you can see. Maybe it was going along with my self-loathing stage... well I don't know. That was two-ish years ago, and I have no desire to search THAT far back into the mass depths of my amazingly scarry and self-concited mind. 'Tis a frightful place...

I also wonder if I should be doing my homework. Yeah... I guess that would be a good thing to do. But I don't really want to. It's long, boring, and completely pointless. Except for Algebra II, and that's only because I already finished that. It is amazing how a person's perception changes once an act is done. I think it has something to do with a person's mindset. That'd be fun to study...

Oh, right. I'm going to take a psychology class in college, a minor maybe. You see, I would like to be an author of some sort, and I think it'd really help if I had a class that analyzes peoples' characters. Then I'd actually have to DO my homework... But I'll have to do my work eventually anyway, so it really makes no difference as to if I take the class or not.

Did you know that 10 is a perfectly good time to look at your life, reflect upon the day, yadda yadda yadda. It really is, though. Did you like that little question at the begining of the paragraph without a question mark at the end? That's what happens when I don't sleep. Boy, is Bella going to love trying to talk to me tomorrow... O.o. That was a thought spoken aloud, don't pay attention to it.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, life. My life is a very short, but fulfilled one, so far. I have had many a good time and many a horrible-want-to-shoot-myself-in-the-damn-face time in my 15 years of life. Memories are humerous, and giggles are frequent. No, not giggles. More of small chuckles to myself. I remember this one time (today) I was in Spanish class, and a girl asked, "What does 'castillo' mean?" And a friend of mine turned around to look at her at the same time, and we both said together "A castillo is like a-" Then we both just looked at eachother and cracked up laughing. Then the girl- let's call her Donna- then Donna repeated herself, slightly annoyed. Another girl- Carren- said "A castillo is like a-" Then we all pretty much lost it. I don't remember if Donna ever did get her question answered, or where that train of thought came from and was going to.

Well, seeing as I've already written everything about absolutely nothing, I bid you farewell.