“My sleeping habits are so screwed” -was the first line I texted my best friend when I realized to my disbelief it wasn’t morning yet.. Lock in, after prom was until 3 am Sunday and I laid with my eyes closed afterwards until I “woke up” at 7:45 this morning. I feel like I never hit a deep sleep though, and the only good result was to my mother’s pleasure I was easily up for 9 am mass. Groggily sitting through mass was difficult, so I slept once I got home at 11-until 4. Nobody was home because of the traditional Sunday AYSO soccer games, even on Mother’s Day. When I woke up, I found out we were going to Red Lobster, to my surprise, and stayed awake until we got home at 8. I’m not sure if it’s because I inhaled a feast of crab legs and coconut shrimp, but I was so completely exhausted when we got home. Not to mention cold and achy. I know this makes the aftermath of prom sound like a marathon, it really is. So I slept from 8-11:30. And I could have sworn it was at least 6 am. What am I supposed to do when my whole family is in bed? And I’m supposed to be quiet? I’ve kind of figured out a list.. but tomorrow is going to be hell-ish if I can’t even sleep until 3am again.

1) Blog -gasp- hahaha

2) Read my English homework. I mean everyone wants to read To Kill A Mockingbird at 12am.. I planned on saving it for tomorrow morning since I now don’t have to report to school until 12:30, but might as well eliminate that plan.

3) Fill out scholarships. As thrilled as I am to go to Canisius, did I mention how much money, which is completely beyond my understanding haha, that this school costs? It’s kinda gross.

Hopefully this all wears me out. I’ve already felt the obnoxious sleep deprived results of this and I can reassure you it’s not going to be pretty. I spilled grape juice all over my mother’s antique cabinet (nothing says Happy Mother’s Day better!), my feet, and the floor.. while trying to plug in the laptop cord. I then spelled my brother’s password wrong so I decided to be that evil sister that wakes him up to find out what he changed it to, but he didn’t change it. So if I ever sleep tonight without him returning the favor of me disturbing his peace, I’ll be shocked. He wasn’t happy..

My eyes feel like they’ve been stabbed, but that could absolutely be because I took out my contacts pre-lock in while wearing fake nails. I ripped those off my the end of the night, but I have battle scars!

Ugh. It takes so much to look fabulous. I didn’t even describe the 5 inch heels, spray tanning “incident” (I became blochy, but this was fixed pre prom), and eye brow waxing gone bad that were equally painful.

I suppose if these are my biggest issues, life is fabulous. I pretty much completely agree. Prom was fun, but as I told my mom when I got home from it

Prom is still highschool. It’s just the same people wearing nicer clothes.

And did I mention I want to graduate?

Xoxo,

Allison