D.N.R.

I slept decently for the first time in seven days. I went to sleep at 11:46pm last night and it was amazing (of course I would have liked another 10 hours; but hey, I'll take what I can get). I remember setting my ipod sleep timer to 42 minutes, listening to Maurizio Pollini (whom is a genius, by the way) on the piano for a while, and then I was out. I don't usually sleep until the minutes run out, my ipod goes to sleep, and I take my earphones out of my ear. It's part of my curse. I'm cursed of sleep deprivation for the rest of my life; it comes with being a light sleeper. What's strange is, the majority of people I know sleep like dead carcasses on the side of the road. You can't wake them up even if you sit on them. You nearly drag them off the bed but they roll over and start snoring again. Oh, how I envy them.

When I came out of my chemistry lecture this morning there were a bunch of people waiting to turn left. I hate waiting and I hate people; so, I thought it would be conventional to go over the curb next to the plants. I biked towards the curb, into the plants, and almost made it over... that is until my pedal got caught behind the curb and I fell off my bike. Embarrassing? Yeah, pretty much. I could hear people laughing behind me. I think something stupid happens to me each day. I suppose my life has become a source of entertainment.

Too many peoples' birthdays are in February, can't you guys spread it out over the course of a year? Why did you all have to decide to pop out of your mother's stomachs in February? I swear, I'm going to declare bankruptcy after the 26th. As for today, happy birthday my love, you're amazing.

jump on your bed & eat oreos <3