I Love You Mr. Horton
I have coffee. I am complete. I can now function. Hooray me. It is so good. So this whole night was spent not sleeping. Even though I didn’t sleep last night either. Is that unhealthy? I would imagine so. I have my beautiful loud music going filling me with energy. I am so not going to make it through the day. I do have a few things to look forward to. She knows. Maybe she doesn’t. But I really want it to work this time. For those of you who don’t know, pay no mind. No one reads this who am I kidding. This is like my personal little diary that is completely open on the Internet and can be read by anyone at anytime. I killed seven spiders tonight and now my whole basement smells of floral scented brain damage. Stupid Raid and it’s toxic fumes not going away. I’m going to do a little bit more nothing before school.
Take it easy cowboy.
1:11 a.m. Help!
I’m in my room right now wishing I could sleep. Sufi is telling me that I sound sexy when I blog. Is that good? Who knows. I need to learn CSS and I feel stupid for not already knowing it. I want to make colors and and such. Is that so wrong? So I’m browsing sites trying to find a really simple tutorial and nothing is helping me. Either they are really sucko or I am. Most likely me. Audrey is probably going to tell me not to make posts like this or some rot. Bah. I’m an artist! I NEED TO EXPRESS! Just kidding. I’m not an artist. But yes since no one reads my blog I am essentially talking to myself and I’m ok with this. Listening to Brand New right now and wishing I had a coffee. Damn my addictions. So yeah if you accidentally come across my blog for some horrible strange reason leave me some comments. Good deal? Okay take it easy cowboy.