One of my parents' alarm clocks started going off at 7, and I laid in my room for, like, ever, waiting for someone to turn it the fuck off.
Then I got up to piss, looked in their room, and nobody was in there.
So then I went and messed with whoever's alarm clock, and probably fucked it up.
Ohwell, my parents should be a little fucking considerate.
My throat hurts. Ughhhh.
It should be illegal to be up this early.
But since I've been up, I've been thinking.
I know people that are diagnosed with stuff, stuff they DON'T EVEN HAVE.
Like one of my friends supposedly has ADD or something, but I don't believe her.
And she always tells me this shit that she's underweight and she has to gain seven pounds or else they'll take her Adderall away or something.
She's not normally one to lie, but I think she does to me to seem cooler; more "emo".
IM NOT FUCKING EMO!
Her and her boyfriend need to grow up.
I was thinking about all those wrong diagnoses, and that makes menwonder why I haven't been diagnosed with anything?
I mean, I seriously think I have issues sometimes, and I don't want medicine format;
I just want to know that the things I think, the stuff I do, the way I can't stay focused and hate looking in mirrors:
I want to know that that's not just how I am.
...My train of thought is gone.
I'm watching King of the Hill, and it's funny and distracting.
Turns out taking Spanish I and half of Spanish II -so far- wasn't a waste;
I understood a lot of the Spanish in that episode. :3
I think I want to go back to sleep, but I'm already up. :/
I have nothing to do though.