do you realize

See, I'm an insomniac, I can't sleep. It takes me a few hours to get to sleep. So that means I sleep at 5 on bad days, 4 on good days. So I think a lot. And the thoughts just kind of run through my head everynight; the same thoughts run through my head everynight. But last night, the music was playing, and I realized that I don't want to go back to school. Boring as this may seem, I don't want to go back because that means a lot of things. It means for one thing, my insomnia will fuck up my days because I can't wake up so late anymore. It means I can't sleep with the music playing like it does now. It means I won't have my car with me, which is like not having my legs. And I can't do much there...granted, I can do different things there than here, but I'm not sure if I'm so excited to go back. Yeah, it's boring here...but...it'll be boring there too!

Conversely, I do miss the things that stay there...like my roommates, my pledge sisters...you know. And like...I don't know...

But here, man. I'm the laziest ass punk you have ever come to know. Actually not. And without me here, I think my sister is going to fail Algebra. hah. =P I just woke up. It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon. And you know what sucks? I could have slept longer if the sun wasn't shining in my face. But the fact that the sun was shining in my face....