Energized

The thing about redbull is, it tastes like ass. But it works. I'm highly caffeinated right now. First, a Full Throttle, now, redbull. The thing with energy drinks, is once you've had one, you HAVE to have another, or you just crash. And I've got far too much to do to crash. I have to write poetry. Yes, poetry.

Let me just take this opportunity to say, I hate poetry. I sort of think poetry is stupid. Well, I can't say that. I enjoy reading poetry created by intelligent wordsmiths that know what they're doing. What's stupid, is when sad, pathetic teenagers write "depressing" poetry. And they're not even really writing poetry. They're just writing sentences without punctuation and no real grammatical structure. I understand free verse, I've written a few poems in free verse, but come on. At least let it be metered. Or something. Gah.

I'm so excited that Sarah is coming home in TWO DAYS. Seriously people. I'm stoked.

Hm...what else. I bought some new pants at the thrift store yesterday, and I went to hem them with my awesome jeans-hemming tutorial, but I made them too short. So I have to take out the seam I made and redo it to make the leg about an inch longer. I suck at measurement. At least I only did one leg. I hate being short. I wish I was normal height, so I could just buy pants. Seriously. I've said seriously a lot in this blog entry. Sorry. I blame the caffeine.

I also bought a lava lamp, but I can't figure out how Eric has everything plugged in. He has this thing where he HATES seeing cords, so everything is neatly hidden. And tucked away. And I can't find the origin of anything. I also don't want to disturb it. It's all neat and nice. Oh wait, I figured it out. Lava lamp ON!