Damn blogger...

FINALLY I was able to post yesturday's post. Damn blogger always eating my posts...*shakes fist in a random direction*. One of these days, we will have words, blogger and I. Anyway, on to today. Today has been kind of a blur. Rather odd, but there it is. I actually got a decent enough night's sleep last night. And when I say decent, I mean I didn't wake up because of a nightmare. It's really very odd. Every so often, I go through a period where I have a nightmare nearly every night for a few months or so. Even with my nightlight, sometimes I keep myself awake because I'm too afraid to go back to sleep. Kind of baby-ish, but I can't help it. Look what you have to look forward to in res Rabe! So ya, I got about 5 hours of uninteruppted sleep, so all good! Except I was too lazy to brew coffee this morning, consequently the hot chocolate did nothing to keep me awake, hence the little nap I took during history. I figured Mr Ross would have dissaproved, but as he didn't hit me with his stick or anything, I'll deduce that he wasn't too bothered. Although Willis's desk is slightly tipped forward, which is a little awkward for writing. I don't really remember much of the rest of today, so it must not have been all that facinating. Or it was and I just didn't notice. Either way, I don't remember. Daddy bought me instant coffee today, HUZZAH! And it tastes wonderful. I heart coffee. In fact, we may be having an affair. Stay tuned to find out. Daddy also bought me fresh broccoli and more PB granola bar thingys. Sooooooooo good. Oh, I finished season 2 of Alias just now and Willis, HOLY WHAT THE FRICK?! THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'LL SUE! I'LL STALK THEM AND THEN, WHEN THEY LEAST EXPECT IT, I'LL BEAT THE STUFFING OUT OF THEM WITH MY MASSIVE BACKPACK! I MAY EVEN RECRUIT CLARE TO HELP ME! Just...just grr! *sigh* Has Season 3 come out on disk yet? *uber sigh* I am so hungry. One of these days, I'm going to lose all self control and eat until I puke. And then eat some more. Just to spite my family. And then I'll get morbidly obese, and it will serve them right for insinuating that I have to be 110 pound when I get married. And that I won't fit into my grad dress because I eat too much. And that if I am larger than a twig it is unacceptable. That's right, FOR SPITE!