i should sleep more.
no. really. i should. i have this terrible habit of forgetting that it's a weekday and going to bed at, like, 3 in the morning. which is just STUPID, because i never DO anything. it'd be one thing if i was up late working on my novel. or even doing homework. but really, all i'm doing is effing around on the computer or re-reading a book i've already read a thousand times before.
sometimes, i sneak out onto my roof and smoke. it's too cold now. i can't wait for spring to come. for this winter to break.
so. i'm looking at the clock now, thinking: GO TO SLEEP YOU FREAK.
i need it. i've got bags under my eyes and i'm all strung out and irriatable. my stomach's been giving me hell these past couple days, and i'm beginning to suspect it's all the caffiene i've been consuming. i've had five cups of coffee today - and for a 14 year old who hasn't built up any stamina, that's a lot. i'm jittery and achey by nightfall. i start going nuts, writing and jotting shit down. then i stop, slow, nap.
the only thing i've eaten today besides the coffee, was these three little dutch cookie things at lunch. my stomachs growling in the very best way.
my head hurts and my nose is stuffed.
i'm getting sick.
i'm really fucking with myself.

oh, boo.

yay.

i'm pretty proud. i desperately want to get down under 110 pounds. i'm 114 now, and i think that is CERTAINLY doable. my ultimate goal is to be 100 by the end of the year. pretty possible too, eh?

show choir tommorow. fun fun fun fun
NOT.
ms. teacher keeps teasing us with promises of ROCK and ROLL and fun songs, and then she teaches us a boring Beatles tune (not to diss the Beatles, for they are GODS) and this retarded 1960s pop hit, "Ain't No Mountain High Enough".
ew.

you know what? i have to sleep.
goodbye ghosties.