Sunday

Hello! My body clock is so so soo screwed but I can't bring myself to sleep right now. Ugh, to make things worse, I'm doing pointless things on the internet and maliciously eating a bowl potato chips that I assume is not my brother's which he will be bringing back to his camp (I think it is). Talk about me being overly concern over my weight issues, pft.

Everyone is sound asleep, except my dad snoring away loudly, as usual. I'm bored. These few days had been pretty amazing and I did had some awesome thrilling fun the other night! Yippee. My feet are hurting badly and I have blisters and plasters around my toes but it was woooorth it. I'm too lazy to elaborate and type about that awesome day. Oh why am I not doing anything productive or perhaps somewhat useful in life right now?

Sunday's up and I have no idea what my plans will be because I hesitant about the things I want to do, fickle about where I should head to. Perhaps I should just stay at my little humble abode and continue wasting time like I had been for the past 3 weeks, not.  Why is there this metaphor of mystical magnetic forcefield around the mac that is so strong that I'm unable to release myself from it? Oh no... Sometimes I really do need someone who I wouldn't expect at all to tell me to do things out of the blue so I'll do it, if not I'll just treat it as noise pollution.

I can only study when I'm extremely tired where I can literally knock out when I pounce onto the bed however the irony of that is, I won't be able to really study.. So that leaves me with no work done. Thanks for being stupid Abigail. Where did my source of motivation go?

You kept it safe
safe in that haversack of yours
that one you used it everyday
everyday did you mean to throw it away?
away in the way you say it
I don't know if you mean it
You did mean it, somehow
But I'm glad you kept it anyhow
in that haversack of yours