So... That Kinda Sucked.

Last Thursday was a bit weird. I pulled an all nighter, it sucked, it was the worst, I hated it... I think I'll do it again sometime. Yes, it was awful but it was kinda fun too. Specially what happened through out the day. So lets start from the top.

4:45 a.m. I fell asleep. I couldnt take it anymore, apparently. So, I just dozed off. Woke up at 6 like I never slept, like if I was in standby, it was so weird, I cannot even explain. I washed my hair to wake up a litte, had some sandwiches for breakfast and went right ahead to school. So, I got there and told a few friends about my exciting night, so they got stoked about watching me trying to stay awake. At first I was kind of awake, like a bit hyperactive, but then it all dropped. I was about to faint. I couldnt write, talk, blink, or think. It was awful, totally dreadful. I had to make an essay for my english class and had a pop quiz on my maths period. So that was awesome.

After that, around 1 or 2 p.m. in my last period of class, I literally fell asleep. Unfortunately, I had to stay until 4pm because of this thing we have to do every thursday. I got home like around 4:30 and told my brother to wake me up at 5 or 5:15 because it was his birthday and since people were coming over I had to get pretty and all. So, I fell asleep on my parents bedroom, all wrapped up in between the egyptian cotton sheets. My brother woke me up at like 5:45, som'n like that. So I freaked out cause it was super late and I didnt have enough time to get FULLY ready. Plus, I was in "stand by" again, like... If I was never asleep. Its really weird, but w.e. So, I got my hair did, and my nails done, etc, and went right to organizing the house and stuff. People started arriving at around 6:30 and it was kindof boring at first, but then it got a bit more exciting.

The party ended around 11 p.m. and I still hadnt had more than 1 hour of sleep since the day before that at 6a.m. My friends were already telling me to go sleep, that I looked like a zombie and what not... So, I followed their advice and went right to bed. As soon as my head touched the pillow I was already on my seventh dream. It was a pretty funny day. I laughed, I cried, I tripped over flat surfaces and fell on my face. It was fun, I'll probably do it again eventually.