Yeah. . .

Slept 34 hours, if you were wondering, after staying up for about 51 hours straight (minus a one-hour nap around 1 o'clock. It was wonderfully refreshing. Didn't quite eliminate my dark circles, but then, I don't think anything will anymore.

Yesterday was absolutely fabulous. I'm really enjoying my vacation. Apart from being hounded by an old friend to edit all of her college essays (while I'm still on break!!) and getting a total of ONE present from my entire family. I got more presents from my friends than I did my family, and not even from my own mother. Psht. Life is lovely.

Anyway, I finally got the recipe for my grandma's delicious mystery bars. I can't wait to make some, they'll be fabulous. Something different than brownies, that's for sure.

I'm supposed to be going to L's house today, this afternoon, but my clothes are still drying in my defunct dryer and I still have to take a shower. *smiles* Life is wonderful.

L. is a bit obsessed (or a little less so) with Harry Potter Fan Fiction, and whenever she comes across an especially amazing story, she passes it along to me to read. Needless to say, I read one yesterday that is to die for, if you'll pardon the cliche-d phrase. It's called Tongue Tied by queenspuppet at
(http://www.harrypotterfanfiction.com/viewstory.php?psid=217050).
I love this story, right next to one called Match. by mental
(http://www.harrypotterfanfiction.com/viewstory.php?psid=192912)
which is sadly not finished yet, but soon to be.

Anyway. Good reading material, if I do say so myself. I'm a dork, but that's okay. At least I can say with dignity that I haven't read any of the Harry Potter books more than once. I just love those fan fictions, they're like reading a teenage romance novel, or something like that. You go through all the range of emotions while reading them, and I just love that. But now I'm really going out of topic here.

I have to take a shower, but I don't feel like it at the moment. I do know that I don't feel like I've gotten enough sleep at all. I chatted with C. last night again, and, well, I've finally deduced that he probably doesn't even read my stuff anymore. Prat. I really am hopeless. The only reason he likes talking to me is so he can complain about his life, debate about things I couldn't really care less about (sometimes), and have me read his stuff. Psht.

Phones ringing, gotta go. :)