September 8th, 2009. For lack of a better title.

so, today i met Cathy, finally. honestly? i was way too excited ): hahaha. she's so cute though! she was all "halooo~ c:" and i was like "! c: hiii." and it was hilarious, Dre kept trying to say stuff to her, and i had to repeat whatever he said because she looked at me and said, "i know your accent, but his... i don't know." hahaha. she was too cute ): it was one of those moments where you want to like, grab her and skip around campus because she's just so freaking cute. xD ugh ): god. i need to stop this.

anyhowwww. right now, i have a stomach ache. and i only slept about, i don't know. 4 hours TOPS last night? :c i finally fell asleep about 2am, and woke up like 3 times in the middle of the night. i'd be willing to bet i only got about 3 hours of SOLID sleep. it was ridic. heidi looked at me during French today (my 4th and last period of the day), and was all "Morgan, are you tired?"
"yes :c why?"
"because. you look tired as hell. are you going to pass out?"
"nooo. well, maybe, if i get a decent opportunity."
"jeez, you seriously look like you could."
"give me the chance, and i will."

butttt. my mind is like, buzzing with ideas and thoughts right now and i can't stay on one topic very long ): i really want to get my corkboard hung up today so i can start making a LEGIT, PHYSICAL shovel list~ c: breeeee, you know what i mean. hahaha.
and for those of you who don't? ): a shovel list, basically, is a list of people i wish i could/would (if given the opportunity) beat with a shovel, because they piss me off, basically. c:

mm. so. i still can't stay on one topic. my mind is like, buzzing with ideas. but i think i already said that. maybe i'm going crazy? who knows. :c tomorrow is picture day, though. AND I HATE PICTURE DAY. i get all nervous and stuff because people watch you get your picture taken. of all days in the year, this is definitely on the top of my "days i wish didn't exist" list. D: which, btw, i need to make a legit one of those, too. my corkboard is gonna be covered before it even gets hung up. christ.

anywaysss. ryan called me this morning, upset. and crying. because he had a dream that i got hit by a car and died. and when he called me he was all "i just wanted to make sure you were okay and tell you that i love youuuu~". and i was all "AWW D: I LOVE YOU TOOOO." and idk. it was justtt. nice. to think that someone would be affected by my death. or, at least, is affected by the thought of it. c: and idk. i just thought it was nice of him to call. i like talking to ry, because he's. idk. he's ryannn, and i don't talk to him that much. so talking to him is nice. c: hm.

AND SPEAKING OF PEOPLE NAMED RYAN. ryan blake saw me today. and grabbed my wrist and tried to drag me down the hallway. and it made me mad because i was all "nooo, ryan D: let goooo" and he still proceeded to drag me down the hallway. i hate soccer players like him, they always have strong legs and no matter how much you try to resist, they can, and will, drag you somewhere if they want to. so ): i let him drag me about 50 feet then was all "LET. GO. >:/" and he finally did, laughed, and walked away. but not before he left a giant ass red mark all over my wrist. it made me upset. :c

butyeah. i can't seem to sort out my thoughts right now, so imma just peace. kbye.