insomnia attacks!

did i just post?

yes.

but it was a recipe, so i get another one :P

for the past two or three weeks, i've been hardly sleeping, and it sucks.

i've been staying up to about two, and as late as four or five.

i always stay up late, but this is pushing it.

it's not like i'm actually trying to stay up late, recently. it's a matter of i can only toss and turn in this bed for so long without losing my damned mind.

so, i write. or i get on the computer. or i watch tv. or i read.

and then, by the time the clock strikes three or four and i'm so exhausted i may as well be dead, i fall back into bed.

just to toss and turn again.

really effing annoying.

so, tonight, i am blogging, since i have no tv shows that i want to watch and the story i've been watching for updates on hasn't since i last checked.

the other night, i played with my blog layout and made a new header.

that is how bored i am.

i am longing for the routine of school, again.

and i mean routine routine, the kind you only truly get when going to a brick-and-mortar school, with bells and schedules and teachers and classes and places to be, and, dare i say it, alarm clocks.

i despise mornings, by the way.

but i miss school.

and, dammit, i'm going back to an actual school next year!

or else me or my mother or both of us will need to be committed to a mental hospital and get rooms completely padded and be subjected to straight jackets.

i went to walmart today.

that may not seem exciting, but believe me, it was.

was it running through a crowded mall, playing hide-and-go-seek with friends?

no. not that kind of exciting.

walmart (and a few other superstores) have begun to put out their school supplies. fifteen cent spiral bound notebooks, quarter composition books, post it notes, pens!

i happen to be a school supply addict.

and my mom is an enabler.

have i mentioned i love my mother?

AND i got a sudoku book.

you are reading the blog of not only someone who loves words, but also loves numbers. and i mean loves.

i, honest to God, have an algebra for dummies problem workbook just. for. fun.

so, i am extremely happy about that sudoku notebook.

along with the first day and picture day outfits i got!!

(did i mention that my mother is an enabler? clothes count as school supplies. now, if she gets me those shoes from forever21, i will be in heaven...)

oh, and seventeen magazine that WASN'T the bieber super issue.

yes, i am back to last summer's stance of "will somebody please kill him?!"

(or at least keep him from ever talking/singing again until he actually hits effing puberty?!)

and all of this has kept me busy, so i haven't had the chance to be furious at myself over something i'd rather not state here... or anywhere.... that secret needs to stay between two people...

*headdesk*

needless to say, i'm excited to be a sophomore, to get the high school experience. i know i'll walk in on my first day with an attitude, and if i'm back at my old school, i'm not going to let myself slip into the old and familiar. okay, maybe with the guys....

but a quick question - why are the popular guys actually genuinely nice sometimes, and the popular girls such... shrews? (mom lets me call her a bitch but not stupid people. being a bitch [Beautiful Intelligent Talented Caring Human] is a good thing - beig bitchy is not.)

and why are the upperclass popular girls actually nice (to me) and not the ones closer to my own age?

and do i even want to effing know?

i am actually starting to feel tired at one'o'clock, so i bid you goodnight, lovies.

xoxo,

rissa