Friday was decent.
If I had've lost track of my mind for even two seconds I would have thought I was right back in grade eight again. I have so much fun with some of these people, at the exact same time that some of them push me over the edge. What happened to all of us? Brett is a funny boy sometimes. I live for walking home by myself late at night when I can't hear a thing except my footsteps and myself breathing. It snowed so much, it was pretty actually. Some people really are insane. Some people really are disappointing. I have a really nasty bruise above my left eye to prove it. I really do enjoy the people I consider good around here.
Saturday was better.
I love waking up to an absolutely silent house. I eat terrible sometimes, I really need to stop. Busting down Brayden's house to eat a nestle sundae from the container, bake cookies, and watch the Emperor's New Groove was a good break from everything else. "What died and set itself in your oven?" Babysitting brings out the childish side in me, plus I got some money towards basketball shoes. Sitting in the same spot for 5 hours straight watching as many movies as we can proves how lazy we really are. 2 guys and 2 girls do not fit on one fouton, but we can try to make it work. 430 is a nice time to decide to come home. 6 is a nice time to decide to fall asleep.
Today's been okay.
Since half of last night carried on through to this morning. I lack sleep, tremendously. I like feeling liked by people who are really good at the sports I like, it makes me feel special in a way. I really, really love Subway. School isn't my fancy, but Oprah's Big Give is on tonight. I will fall asleep very early.
We lost an hour.
Life's good nonetheless.
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