Couldn’t Sleep At All Last Night

I went to sleep at 6:30 this morning…thats what it must feel like to be on crack! Before today I was on a 14 hour plane ride (on the 8th) during which I slept probably a total of 3 hours, maybe less, and was sleep deprived that morning anyway.

I slept until 8 (that’s two hours of sleep, folks), when I had to get up and take my grandma to get her blood tested. At the lab the stupid receptionist lady forgot to put our paper work in so we sat waiting for almost an hour for what could have been accomplished in 20 minutes. Fun.

In other news, I somehow had the energy to take down the Christmas tree decorations, rearrange the living room and clean everything in preparation for my going away party. I don’t know what kind of blood runs through my veins. or maybe it’s just sugar water.

So I finally am starting to go through and edit my Hong Kong pics.

Back in the U.S.S.A.

Okay, I’m back in The States now.

I’m leaving L.A. on the 16th. I have to pack, I have to hang out with friends, I have to stress out.

Window to my head:
What if I hate my roommates? What am I going to eat? What if I fuck up and don’t get good grades? How am I going to pay back my student loans? What am I going to do after I graduate? What time is it? How am I going to wake up tomorrow? god it’s 2! shit! I feel sick. why am I so cold? money…cold…sleeeep.