It's weird that I get ~8 hours of sleep during the week and wake up tired, but I get five hours of sleep last night and am more awake than ever.
Though it might be my internal clock confused about the fact that waking up at 6am isn't always required. Damn debate.
So I've got a ton of homework. I'll start in a few minutes. It'll be fun.
Last night I watched some high quality television with Maren, Emma, Tessa, and Jason. We should've kept going. Hehe… I just watched three or four more episodes. The highlight was definitely when they were roadtripping to New York and singing a certain song… about a certain boy… from New York City. (Ooh wah, ooh wah, COME ON KITTY!)
Giddy! Heehee. Report card came in the mail. They should make school harder. (Sorry, this entry makes me sound like an ass, but eh, I'm happy.) I also got a letter from a bank. I think I've got $300 sitting somewhere that I didn't even know about. And I achieved a personal goal. I'll leave it at that to avoid pissing off Steph. Future's so bright, gotta wear shades! Heeeh.
So, anyway, this entry is to prove my theory that suicide is lame. So is hopelessness. Why the hell would you want to end it, it can always get better. “It can also get worse!” Oh, yeah? Well fuck you. Life needs the downs to make the ups better. “The sweet isn't as sweet without the sour,” said Jason Lee in Vanilla Sky. I wholeheartedly agree. Life is only eternally crappy if you let it be.