Cute when sludgy

Last night I was up for hours and hours and hours doing god knows what on the puter. Didn’t get to bed till… after 6. Was still awake at 7:30 when kitty jumped on my back and proceeded to try and eat my hair. I hate going to bed just coz I think I should, coz I don’t sleep, and that’s coz I’m not tired!

Got up at 11, had a showerrrr and got dressed and ready to go out. And then found out that I wasn’t meeting Leigh at the movies after all. And even though I was prepared and NEEDED to go to NoFlan anyways, coz I have things to do dammit, I didn’t go. I instead chose to sit around the house, feel like crap, and then go to sleep so that I won’t sleep tonight and this stupid vicious cycle will just keep going on for another week.

I hate that I don’t leave the house unless I have to because someone else is wanting me to. Or something in words that make more sense. But yeah. I mean, I’ve been telling myself every day for the last 2 weeks that I will go out for a walk that day, and I haven’t. And I’m ok with that if I’ve done some housework or something else that is exercise that day, but I haven’t done the dishes for maybe 3 days now. There is a bowl of half eaten nadges (wedge-nachos) just sitting there probably growing mould. And I just can’t be bothered.

I’m glad Jake is coming here. He’ll FORCE me to sleep normal hours. He’s good like that. And most of the reason for wanting to stay up so late is so I get a chance to talk to him. So when he’s here, I can just talk to him whenever! Mmm… soooo looking forward to that!

I’m hoping I go to Northland tomorrow. Jenn and I are going movies, if she is feeling ok by then. Poor thing not well right now. And if we do that I can take my mp3 player back to where we got it (although I don’t have any proof whatsoever that we bought it there, so… hopefully they send it back to the iriver people and get it fixed… or else I have to go to the city…) and then I can get me some socks and a lollypop. And I will be happy. And then Jenn and I can see "Just Friends" …and all shall be good.

And I gotta remind myself, if we do that we gotta go pick up her clothes from where Candice used to live. Must  remember.

Seeing as I got up at 6:30 tonight, I wasn’t hungry when the family was eating dinner. I had a little snack right before I went to bed, and so still feel full from that. I’m weird. But hey. So for the last… 3 hours, mum has been walking up to me and listing off all this food that I really don’t want to eat because she wants me to eat dinner. I’m not hungry though, so I can’t even just eat something to make her shut up! I would just make myself sick. So that sucks arse.

My eyes are incredibly sore. They were earlier today too. I think I had some chilli seasoning on my finger and then rubbed my itchy eye or something. But really, it hurts. I wanna just sit here with my eyes shut, but then this woudl become gibberish and none of you would have any idea what I’m saying.

Last niht I was going through my entrees and lookking to see if they had been cut in two, and i was highly amused by how random and rably and weird I am! So that was fun. I am typing this with my eyes shut. So Am I doing any good? I don’t touch type, i just let my hands go where they think is right.

Oh score. I rule. That made me happy. So happy I’m thirsty. *goes to get a drink* mmm juice. I love me some good juice.

I went to my room and rememberd 2 things. 1: I have some of Jenn’s stuff to return to her. I was there YESTERDAY and didn’t take them with me. She was here, and I didn’t even think of it. Oh well. Tomorrow. Or whenever.

The second thing: I must get Ellen’s birthday present. I really suck, she always comes up with really awesome gifts for me, and I have to ask her what she wants. Amongst other things, she said she wanted some cheese. So she’ll get to hang out with me. lol

I have some lemon cheesecake. A tiny little slice. It’s one of the things mum was pimping at me when listing dinner options. Weirdo. heheeh

There was something else I had to say,  but I’ve forgotten.

Well, I have a story I want to write up, so I’ll go do that now, instead of ramble here about nothing. 

title: what Jake said to me when I was falling asleep and still typing to him and said something about my brain turning to sludge…