Hullo, Sunday Night.

Hullo, Sunday Night.

Just thought I'd clear something up, ya know, in case you thought we were friends...

I still don't like you.

I always wake up on Sundays ready to take on the world. Do some laundry, cruise through the weekend homework, work ahead, do some girly things like shop and paint my nails. Does this ever happen? Urmmmm...sure! When some creepily hyperactive demon possesses my body (no, not like the caffeine buzz I was infamous for on Fridays in Comp) and decides to be super productive, my homework gets done and my room is shockingly clean. (After writing that last sentence, I looked up from my overheating laptop perched on my sweatpants perched on me perched on my not-utilized-enough bed and laughed. Okay, it was a full on guffaw or teehee...more of a HAH. That's how clean my room is: HAH. Anyway...)

Obviously today was not a hyperproductive day. Those don't really happen in the real world; hyperproductive days are as common as my sister NOT using up the hot water (she's showering as I write... *twitch twitch* GOODBYE HOT WATER. I HOPE WE WILL MEET SOMEDAY), my other sister remembering to turn off the front hall light, and my favorite photographer sending me high-quality pictures that don't require me to slave over them for hoursandhoursandhours every day. Yikes.

Well, here I am. Why? Eh. Because I have nothing better to do? Well, that's not entirely true. I could be showering - oh wait, there's no hot water - or putting away my laundry - ahahaha how hopeful - or even cleaning my room. That room cleaning suggestion doesn't even warrant a response. So why am I really here? Because it's Sunday night, I'm cynical and rather annoyed/confused/pissed/sad/what? with the world, and I like to write. The lonely jazz shoe and fuzzy Hello Kitty socks (don't ask...my sister decided I needed knee high Hello Kitty socks - FUZZY ones - when she went to Target with my mom. YOLO?) and random Snapple - yum - and math textbook - hehe - and monkey mask (once again, don't ask) on my floor can wait. Because it's Sunday night, I'm cynical and rather tired/confused as (fill in the blank with your favorite colorful world!) over the male species/done with the world, and I like to write. 

Oh, and blogging is keeping me from shutting off the hot water on my sister. (Muahahaha.)

Hold that thought while I go encourage her to exit the showering facilities.

AHAHAH here's proof that I'm losing my mind:

1. She has been out of the shower for quite some time now.
2. I just thought my dog was a small predator that was going to eat me.
3. That's all I have for now.

On that note, I believe it is pretend-school-is-fun-and-find-all-your-homework-and-shat time. Like said, cynical...sorry :) Game plan: Battle the (not-exactly-super-clean) floor over guardianship of my future (by that I mean my homework...cynicism means drama in my world), shower, read, sleep. Hopefully in that order, and hopefully that last item on the agenda actually happens. Buenas noches....