I still don't understand the male species.
Especially when they call me at like ten and expect me to be up and out of bed already, and when I'm not, they just kinda go, "Oh, then forget it," and hang up and leave me wondering what was so important to wake me up for but wasn't important enough to tell because I was still groggy and un-woken-up.
Does that make sense?
So he hung up and I am confused.
Yesterday, while sleeping, I somehow dreamt I was a kung-fu master and could fly. I woke up with a start when my flying fists of fury collided with my wall, and I realized I had done a complete 180 and was lying with my feet on the pillow and my head dangling off the side of the bed.
Only gifted people are capable of things as such.
I am gifted. Duurrrr. :B
Anyhoo, time to start studying.
I ONLY HAVE 79 DAYS LEFT!
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