La.La.La.3:04am. La. La.

Whyy hello there! It's really late..or early and im clearly still awake. Why? WEllll i was writing an essay for my dragon of a teacher, Mrs. T. but i finished and my dad cooked dinner and used practically every single pot we had. SO i was doing my slave labor. (Do not be alarmed! I refer to my chores as slave labor because i hate them and it makes me chuckle..they really arent that bad.) I have 629 days until college and im stokkkeeedd!

1. Im going to Berklee College of Music (Or NYU or Howard)
2. They are all significantly up NORTH
3. i really like snow

So yeah, im just getting a feel for this blogging business...just seeing what all the hulabaloo was about..does anyone even read these things? Does anyone even care about what im doing at 3:09 am..? Proobably not..oh well. i was in the mood to write, so i did. Sue me.
Whateva, whateva! I DO WHAT I WANT!
not really. but kind of. okay okay, not at all. my parents like rule my life... i guess thats what parents do. i guess it gives them a sense of "accomplishment" i guess it gives them thrills.
i guess i dont really care that much because i have 629 days until college. then i can reaalllyy do what i want. im getting a tatoo. ive decided. (shutUP. i know im not typing grammatically correct sentences. stop judging me! hehe) Its gonna be a bass and trebble clef heart..or a trail of music notes.
oh i forgot to mention. Music is my Passion. God is my life..so sometimes i'll write about spiritual things... if youve got some kind of issue with that..im afraid youll just have to get over it. WHO am i talking to? haha i think im delirious from sleep deprivation. you know what i want right now? Oh myyy... an iced caramel machiatto (sp?) with whhhiped cream and sprinklessss or coffee ice cream with oreos and caramel from coldstonee if i had a car..i'd probably be 4000 pounds. i really miss alabama. thats where im from. if you havent noticed, i write exactly what comes into mind..unedited thoughts. michael.
i wonder what im doing this weekend. geee these finals are gonna be so so so! easy. Okay im tired of writing.
Now, a haiku:

I wonder if the

Sun realizes that we watch

her undress, daily.