GAH

I've got some thinking to do. Not serious thinking, just thinking thinking. I like to ponder stuffs. Like what a cat would kiss like. HAHA. Aren't their tongues rough, like sandpaper? I wonder what a cat turned into a human would kiss like? Would it kiss like a cat, or like sandpaper? HMMMMM. Oh, I like pondering. What if I was a cat with a sandpaper tongue? Would I kiss like a cat, or like sandpaper?

WHICH GETS ME THINKING... What does a cat even kiss like? WHAT? I hate cats. I don't want to try kissing a cat. I'd end up exploding it's face, because I'd be sneezing so hard.

I wonder what a mucus covered cat looks like. Prolly green and kind of gross, or like yellow.

You know how snot is different colors? Mine is clear right now. That means I'm healthy. But probably not for long. I don't get much sleep, and with things going on right now, I'm not getting THAT much either. Even though, you know, it IS break. Although, that's a lie too... I've been sleeping A LOT. I'm not going to be able to sleep NEARLY this much next semester. I'm going to die.

I've got SEVENTEEN credits lined up (I dropped a credit--pep band), and the workload is going to drive me insane! I only dropped pep band because I don't want to feel OBLIGATED to go, and that if I were to miss one due to me doing work for other classes, I don't want my grade to drop at all. I'd rather just use pep band as a ticket into games.

SPEAKING of games... I liked playing Trivial Pursuit in the house's room. Pretty much anyone who knows what I'm talking about was there. Fricking 90's style Trivial Pursuit. I like to think that I was doing rather well, for someone who doesn't remember a lot of the 90's, just due to my age.

Was Donald Rumsfeld the answer to everything? I don't know... It was some politician guy from Texas. If Donald Rumsfeld is from Texas, then it was him. However, I have a feeling like I just pulled his name out of my ass, and now I'm rolling with it.

I don't like sledding. The thrill, mehr, but the worst part is the fricking cold. I HATE THE SNOW.

But I PICKED OUT MY OWN COAT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!!! I don't think anyone understands my euphoria when it comes to this... like, I'M NOT GETTING A COAT FROM MY GRANDMA THIS YEAR!!! Don't get me wrong, some of the coats she gave me were nice, but then again, she IS like, a grandma. AND, I finished a scarf last night that matches my new coat. The coat's periwinkley purpleish and the scarf's just bitchin'.

I'm AT my grandma's house. And right now, I'm not very comfortable. I'm on a pullout couch in the living room, which is connected to the kitchen and the dining room. I'm going to have my grandpa getting up at some ungodly hour of the morning (like, 8ish now) and waking me up, so I should PROBABLY go to bed.

I'm going to bed. I"m getting less than 6 hours of sleep tonight, probably. That's less than I've gotten since I've been home.

I like random blog posts. This is one of them. I need to sleep.

GOODNIGHT.

And I guess Merry Christmas or something like that. Stupid baby Jesus.