Note to self: drinking coffee at 8 o'clock at night is not going to help get your sleeping schedule back on track.

Note to self: I don't care.



I'll just go back to reading twilight. Because I'm still just a 13 year old girl with a potty mouth, no big deal. First boring night in quite some time, I need it. These next couple of weeks are going to be ridiculous. It seems like I can never de-stress, because something new is always happening to stir everything up.


On a separate note, I started sobbing whilst listening to Relient K the other day. I miss the days when I was consistently listening to them and Mariana's Trench. Deathbed is such an emotional song, though, I can't help but cry.