Yesterday was different.
It started with two hours of sleep. After two hours, my mom came downstairs and started screaming at me, because she didn't like that i was sleeping on the couch. Just because i am as stubborn as she is (and because the only place in the house for me to sleep is murder on my back), I continued to lay on the couch, wide awake with my eyes open. Then she couldn't yell at me for sleeping on the couch. When it was the time that I had planned to wake up (three hours later), I got up off the couch and got ready.
I was groggy for the rest of the day.
Got all prettied up, and went to a barbecue at Michael's house. Lots of strangers, but i did well anyway ... had some beer, and michael's roomie grilled up my veggie burger for me. Michael played poker and i read books, and eventually we retired to his room and watched more Oz. Every time a firework went off outside, i jumped and michael laughed at me. I hate that holiday.
Left near midnight and still sat in traffic all the way home.
People called me yesterday. i ignored the phone. there are voicemails, maybe tomorrow i'll check them. i hate phones.
today, school and work. chem test. grave staff of three people. I hate tuesdays.
Also today, i'm going to buy my rooms and tickets for San Diego. =)