Last night

Because I have no one to talk to right now and an old blog no one else reads I'm just gonna write because why the frick not.

So last night I accidentally made myself sad and ended up staying up til four and that was great mostly because there were stories and there were douchy guys and girls named Tanya and Georgina and more douchy guys and there were cookies.

I swear I'm not twelve it was just late at night and there was nothing else to have the story about.

I finally fell asleep around five and it was cool I had an odd dream. It was something about a boy with green eyes and a nice boy yeah i fricken hate when my conversations get intertwined in my dreams because there was just so much of those stories in my dreams.

Got up at nine though be impressed like my brain was so dead and dysfunctional but I regret nothing. No that's a lie I actually regret a lot of the things I said to be honest but hey I trust you I think. Which is weird. Because I have issues with trusting people.

That was actually my night like three hour phonecalls till four in the morning and then weird dreams involving sparkly burritos stolen by M.

Makes sense? No? Yeah I know it doesn't. I need a life.

I am so very sorry.

I recently remembered I actually have this blog, and I decided to read through it? Big mistake. Very big mistake.

Reading through it is only managing to make me hate thirteen year old me EVEN MORE than I already do. I was actually cringing as I read myself talking about dog vomit. I am so so sorry to all of you who have read that post.

To be honest though I'll probably hate this in three years too and be like holy crap sixteen year old me was awful (I know, thanks for reminding me).

And then I'll delete this post too because why on earth was I rambling on when I could just delete the entire blog?

Its not like this post is even funny or anything it's lame as frick. But it's past four and I'm bored and looking for a distraction from everything.

(I apologize useless rambling is about to happen while I write about things that might make me less bored and that you probably don't give a crap about.)

Like...I could go outside and go sledding but the suns going down. Which would make it more fun but do I REALLY want to put snow clothes on? And seeing as I don't actually own snowpants it's more annoying.

Mostly because that means jeans, a pair of pajama pants, a sweater, and a full body blanket sleeper with Betty Boop on the feet has to happen. And my boots I got when I was ten. (Yeah, they're size five and I'm size seven but somehow I can fit in them. They're actually big? Makes no sense.)

So before I sound too much like a twelve year old, I'm gonna go. Because no offense to twelve year olds but...you suck.
-Mari