I HAD TWO NAPS TODAY! So 1AM doesn’t feel very late right now.

I have dance class tomorrow! I’m excited but nervous because it’s Girl’s Hip Hop and I am not the most graceful of dancers… I’m just not graceful of anything. Period. Blood. lol jk that’s disgusting and naturally occurs once a month. But some people don’t get it at all. My brother’s friend sadly only gets hers once a year and it’s extremely painful and it’s because she’s infertile. That is such a sad thing to learn when you go through puberty. Or through anything really. That you can’t have babies.

My mother often wakes up at around 1am to use the bathroom. Or so she makes it seem. But we all know the real reason. She’s patrolling the area for non-sleepers.

When I was a teenager, oh even til last year, I used to stay up hours and hours into the morning just chatting with friends online. I’m sure we all did/still do that. And our ears would be sensitive to the slightest indication of life outside the room. As soon as a finger touches a doorknob, your heart goes totally spastic because you know you’re about to get lectured like this:

KJDFBHJKN DFBLJNSB JLNSJSFJBNK;LG ;SKLGNSKJ; GNB;AKLNB AKLNFBKJAFNBKB!!!

You’ve exhausted me. Time for sleep :) I do not expect to wake up for anybody. 

I’m staring at my throbbing hands resting against this keyboard, unsure of which key should be first. My eyes ache. The glare of this screen is causing every scrape on my knuckles to sparkle. I’ve got Edward Cullen knuckles.

I missed out on karate tonight. My body is exhausted and I needed to snorlax. Yet, watching the clock all night, I found myself wishing I was in my dojo getting beat up and (aspiring to) beat people up. My brother came home and I eagerly questioned him about the night’s lessons. To my relief, tonight was the one night that only my brothers and 60 something year old Bernie showed up. Body, I admire your timing. You deserve a pie.

Anyway, I ended up watching movie after movie tonight. Despite the countless squats I’ve been doing the past few days (they are actually countable, I write down my scores, but ‘countless’ soundsimpressive. almost as impressive as my butt right now), I am still paranoid my ridiculous lone movie night has wasted my workouts and I might wake up with a pancake butt tomorrow. It happens I’m sure. 

I just realised that I have a habit of mimicking my boyfriend’s sleeping patterns. When he sleeps early, I want to sleep early. When he goes out to play, I suddenly have the energy to stay up later than I’d normally dare. Which is silly because I don’t even talk to him when he’s out.

Speaking of which, those energy reserves have now expired. I’m going to hit the hay. Softly, because my knuckles ache like… zzz time to shush.

Yes, it’s Friday night and I spend every Friday night the same way. In PAIN.

:) But it means I worked hard at karate. That’s just the nice way of saying I got beat up. Except tonight is a little too painful for my liking. I got kicked in the leg at a bad angle and it won’t stop aching. The swelling looks like a second head is sprouting out of my thigh. I’m afraid it might start chatting to me about the weather. But even if it did, I would be too tired to respond. I’m struggling typing these words as I speak/type.

No, I don’t get to sleep in tomorrow because I’m having an early driving lesson! They should add another column in the Learner’s log books for: Casualties. No one be on the roads tomorrow unless you want to play car hockey with me. In that game, nobody wins.  Except me. ‘Cause I’m a winner! :D Yayy!

Yes, I want a pair of brightly coloured heels. None of that platform stuff though. All the heels these days are platform heels!! Sure it makes you tall as hell but I never really found Disco Stu that attractive. Whoa I almost fell asleep.

I will admit though. I do have a pair of platform heels. They’re in the back of my closet where no one can find them. Pretty comfortable but man I hate waiting in line in heels. It’s like a torture device. They should make prisoners wear heels continuously. That is in so many ways the ultimate death lol. But there are pros and cons for everything. I know that if I ever wanted to play baby prostitute, just put these on and, hey, five dolla.

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Okay, I actually did fall asleep. It’s now Saturday morning lol.