Sleep Is For Losers.

So, it's 5:12AM on Saturday morning and I, for some reason, am still awake. I wish I could say I was cramming in some extra studying or something - maybe doing the math IA - but alas, no, I'm just kind of surfing the net and listening to non-mainstream music, which is completely unlike me.

This is going to be an extremely boring post, but I'm extremely bored, so there you go.

I'm hungry. I want pasta super bad. Like, frigging hook me up with some Olive Garden, pronto. I actually only ate at the Olive Garden once, and it was so delicious. Now I'm craving it. This kind of sucks.

The first period of today's double math class was a wonderful time. See, there were only seven of us there, because the rest of the class was at students' council executive retreat. So, it all began when Anna MacDermid brought Mr. Stewart a cupcake. Someone, I'm not sure who (it may have even been me) called out "Mr. Stewart, split it into eight pieces!" So he disappears into that crazy bathroom-apartment off his classroom, returns with a plate and a knife and proceeds to carefully divide this little cupcake into eight pieces. It was delicious.

After we munched, Mr. Stewart showed us a TED talk, and then we spent the rest of the period yelling out youtube videos for him to put on. Not Right Now Derrick, Llamas With Hats, Lolol, Bon Qui Qui .. It was a lovely half hour.

ANYWAY, the sun is rising and I can hear my mother upstairs. If she comes down here, she is going to murder me. So I think I shall retire for the morning. :)