I just finished an IM conversation with Marisa, that just hit hour number five. If my mother saw me right now or found out how late I stayed up, she would most likely kick my ass. Can't say I would blame her though... I think I just might be crazy, but whenever I'm talking with this girl, we just lose track of time. Clearly.... I'm dead on my feet. It's 4:34 in the morning, this is so not healthy, at all. I can only imagine how hard it's going to be to regulate, my fucked up sleeping schedule for school, in a couple weeks.
Okay, I'm gone. Goodnight!
xx
PS. Tuesday, I will finally own the "Teenage Dream" album in all its amazing entirety. Katy Perry has captured my heart, and I don't think I want it back.
