Yawn

America's Next Top Model marathons; obsessing over Allison Harvard. Common Application waiting to be done. My sailor hat needs steaming. There's so many empty waterbottles scattered around my room. It's 2:13 but it feels like 5 and I need a nap but I have a philosophy paper and a free response journal due tomorrow. You would think that in my fourth year of high school I would know not to wait until last minute to do things.

I'm spent and I need a warm blanket and a fluffy pillow and a charged iPod. God knows this is an awful blog entry. I felt like writing but as I write more I'm getting progressively more and more tired.

Screw this, I'm taking my contacts out.