Throw your hands in the air

And wave em like you just don't care. Blah blah blah. Wet weekend? Not quite. So yesterday was a really pretty day. Being keyed is not all that its cracked up to be. Really. It doesn't make you feel good. It doesn't create a euphoric feeling. Bullshit. I felt like falling asleep. And I think I still do.

I hate that its Sunday. I hate that Sundays mean Monday is coming. Its so discouraging. Right now, nearly everyone in the world is trying to figure out how they will get through until Friday. Vodka? Smack? How about sleep? Sleep is good. Sleep is my alcohol.

Speaking of sleep, I'm bored as hell right now. Last night was not boring. There was a lot of good stuff on TV. The Brothers McMullen, an awesome episode of Third Watch, and I forget what else. But today, today there is nothing on. The Bachelorette marathon. Road Rules/Real World Battle of the Sexes marathon. Bring It On. Stuff that people, I think, have more than enough watched in their lifetimes already. Well, I guess TV is my second alcohol. Or it can be my Smack. Yeah, TV is my smack.

I'm sleepy. I don't get Calculus. I loathe Chemistry. SATs are in two weeks. I'm a ball of negative energy right now.