Lullaby

I write a lot of blogs. 

But I don't think I've perfected writing them. I don't know what the appropriate balance of truth, and theoretical possibilities and off-topic comments is.

You know what I do know?

That my sister is a little bitch when her friends are around. 

She gives me shit all the time- it's fucking irritating. 

"What- LESBATRON? What?"

"THE GAS TANK IS EMPTY"

"Isn't it past your bed time?"

"Why do you sleep on the couch? That's weird. It's really weird." 

I can sleep on the couch if I want to, mind your own damn business bitchtron. 

I love her.

I just...

Want her to stop hanging out with bitching little girls that she tries to impress by being a show-off. 

I need to go to sleep. I need to chill out because in the five-ish minutes it's taken me to write this, I stressed myself out even more than I was before. 

I should have used my spring break more effectively, to do homework.

No, fuck that, I had a really good spring break. 

Excuse my language- my brain has been running on high for a little bit too long.

Maybe tomorrow I'll post The Rules. 

P.S. There's a hole in my sock. The sock is blue. Now I have to throw it out. That's disappointing.