can someone say, too much sleep? i'm still tired. but that's probably from sleeping so much. i woke up around eleven thirty last night, and went back to sleep around one or two in the morning. and got up around seven fourty today. i don't know how much sleep that is, but it's too much. it felt okay though. i dreamt a lot. would someone please tell me why i'm listening to vanilla ice? being up so early isn't fun, because nobody's awake. which means, whenever mother leaves, it'll be just me for a few hours. i'm not sure what to do. because it's never like that. maybe i'll sit down and write a lot. or make a scrap book. or take a lot of pictures. i wish i could see my screen on my camera, so i could take off the date and time. warped tour is wednesday and i have yet to buy tickets. maybe i'll do that today. warped tour will raise my mood completely. i've gotten over a few things, completely. the boy at chevelle. whatever, y'know? if something was meant to happen, and we were meant to be friends, then i would have found him. *shrugs* nick and hilary. i could give a shit less about both of them. if they like each other, mmk. they're both liars, and liars deserve each other. plus, i'm over everything with nick. i don't want to hear from him again. my mom wants to look for a house soon. which sounds good. but it's not like we'd get out of here before school starts back up. i'm not fond of buses, especially if i have to switch from one i'm used to, to one i don't know anyone on. atleast we'd be in a house. and out of decatur woods. i love this place. i really do. but being here is going to kill me. being around josh, and looking at this house and the mess it is, eh. i can always visit. and see keith. and brandon. and the dumbass kids i've grown to love. keith's goal for this summer was to turn me into his little pothead. yeah, he succeeded, but i could stop right now if i wanted to. i do like the high i get, and being able to sing like it's nothing, and feeling non existant, but i should probably stop when school starts back up. i think smoking is a hobby. not an addiction. nobody reads this, right? which isn't a problem. i almost like it that way. yet when i need advice, i'd wish for someone to read this. today i updated my old xanga. i don't know why. to let those people know i'm still alive, i guess. not like they'd remember me. or care much. i have 143 subscribers on there. why, i don't know. i hate it when i've liked a band for a long time, and then some stupid follower kid gets ahold of them, and makes them a huge mainstream band. hilary for example. with fear before the march of flames and every time i die. and kaela with from first to last. fuck. i can't wait to get out of here.