omg this is just. too. silly. a result of two hours of sleep the previous night, all-around fatigue, and trying to stay up and study the night away. a saturday night at that.
it actually starts midnight saturday/sunday.
countdown to an hour
12.02 on my laptop's clock. let's see if i can last an hour before succumbing to sleep.
12.36 i'm still alive, a bit more than barely, though every minute is a test made from hell. started playing my ipod connected to a speaker... "are you all right?" ron asked the beuatiful girl, he know wthat molly would do us in your pants later akoo.
i hope thie se-
dang i hate closing my eyes on my late, somdd
and definete;u you can secon nad straten you hair. it is siend
12.41 (omg what kind of sentence was that????) i kept changing up the songs on my ipod so that i can finally reached his hand, whoever thought to Im[erius her, but that would mean too much, they were plasiging and dad
12.43 i swear i am doing more to this entry, which i shall say, that harry, he know you are no problem. ron and hermione, this is what we cam here
12.44 man sleep... i really need it, after only two hours last niiiiiiiiiiight
so. did it make any sense? i though not. i mean, anything at all that doesn't make sense, like the harry potter references... that's the sleep talking. hahahahahaha.
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