Oh, My Personality.

Well, my personality basically sucks, so let's just get that over with.

What I'm actually going to write about is the annoying effects of sleep deprivation.
I don't know how it works for all of you, but for me, it magnifies every tiny little thing until the world is annoying me. For instance, when I walked into my living room this morning and one of my brothers friends was passed out drunk on the floor, rather then just walk by and pay no attention as I would usually do, I got angry. All of my brothers friends are over 19, no longer in school, and the majority of them don't have jobs. This is how my brain process went upon witnessing him:
Wow, he couldn't make it to the couch?
Who the heck does this guy think he is?
Why does HE get to drink on Tuesdays and then sleep away Wednesdays when I have to go school?
Basically, it went on like that, with me just getting more and more angry at this random kid.
And because I'm a mean and spiteful person, I went and got a dog treat and put it on his neck and called my dog, who proceeded to molest him long after the treat was gone.
I walked away with a smirk as I listened to his drunken freak out.

My memory starts to suck, too.
Everything blurs together, and I don't take much notice to little details.
Like the fact that my mom was sitting in the kitchen.
She wasn't too impressed.

And my eyes.
They get red.
Like really red.
And the lids get heavy and I never feel like putting effort into keeping them open all the way.
Thankfully for me, as I stumbled into school this morning looking like I'd just came off of a week long crack binge, of course there was a police officer there holding the door open for me.
That was possibly the most awkward moment of my life, trying to avoid eye contact with him and thank him at the same time, as my mom died laughing in the car because she had already commented on how I resembled Courtney Love this morning.

And of course, my complete lack of focus.
Whiel attmepting to sleep at 5 in the morning, I was staring at my wall, and I started to think about university.
Somehow it turned into some f-ed up day dream where I got murdered in a forest.
Sweet.
And even writing these blogs, I've caught myself just staring at nothing.
But whatever.

Basically my point is,
I'm a part time student and can leave at lunch and sleep until tomorrow.
Suck it.


Sadly, that's a lie. I have drivers training.
Shoot me now.