home = love (or: the one in which banui is irrationally hyper)
Am back, and tireder than I can remember being. Blimey, am I ever tired. I think I may have had four or five hours of sleep today, and that counts sleeping on the aeroplane and the car from Pittsburgh to my town. (Yes, I just typed 'aeroplane'. Deal with it.) I smell of sweat and sunscreen, and I have more songs stuck in my head than usual, thanks to my darlingest ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timetakestime, who burned me a travel mix and an album by the Like; I have yet to listen to the latter because I need uninterrupted quiet to do so. She is absolutely the spiffingest. She let me listen to her iPod and gave me T.S. Eliot for my birthday and was very, very snarky in a charming sort of way (rather, the charm belied Teh Ebilness). And she is shorter than me. HAHAHAHA. (I thought I remembered she had said she was taller, but this may have been two or three years ago and I may have grown since then, or possbly she has Shrunk, which sounds awkward, but sometimes laundry detergent does funny things to you if you don't wash your clothes properly; Frondo told me this.)
I have returned home to the Strange Relations, but they are now gone, and I am exhausted (yes, again), and I want to listen to my music and sleeeeep, and then try to sort my thoughts into some kind of vague coherency, which will probably never happen, especially if my sentences keep going on and on and on like periods were suddenly wiped off of the earth by a giant eraser and we are all doomed to have our sentences trail on and on and on into the sunset and who knows where else and yes this is the way I get when I'm sleepy and that includes the no punctuation part and I really wanted to hyphenate that but I didn't because I am too sleepy for hyphens. I had a cinnamon roll this morning.
Also: Eisley's new video for 'Memories'? Abso-bloody-lutely brilliant. Everything an Eisley video should be and hasn't been until now. Ohmysweetword. Shiny. *is still a cinematography geek like whoa* Yeah, they finally got the whimsical video to match the song, and I Am In Love.
And I read The Importance of Being Earnest on the plane for the umpteenth time, and one of my British history books is in and my Latin course is in and if it weren't for Mathemetics and Chemistry I would totally start school right now on my own iniciative, a word which it is too late at night for me to spell. (Actually, it is only about ten thirty, but as I said, I have had about five hours of sleep, at the most.) Next year will be better, because although I will have to study American Government rather than history, which I am not exactly ecstatic about, I will also Never Have To Do Lab Science Again. Ever. Which means--psycology! HAHAHA. Er. I mean--something very, very innocent, benign, and unthreatening, and ohmyword, I think I have an internet high; I should go to bed with books and NO ONE MAKING SLEEP NOISES IN THE ROOM and not having to wake up early after having worked hard half the day and gone to bed late. I am probably terrifying everyone badly right now. I SHOULD GO TO BED AND LEAVE HARRY'S CAPSLOCK ALONE.
BEFORE SOMEONE HAS TO DRAG ME.
!!!!!!!!
timetakestime, who burned me a travel mix and an album by the Like; I have yet to listen to the latter because I need uninterrupted quiet to do so. She is absolutely the spiffingest. She let me listen to her iPod and gave me T.S. Eliot for my birthday and was very, very snarky in a charming sort of way (rather, the charm belied Teh Ebilness). And she is shorter than me. HAHAHAHA. (I thought I remembered she had said she was taller, but this may have been two or three years ago and I may have grown since then, or possbly she has Shrunk, which sounds awkward, but sometimes laundry detergent does funny things to you if you don't wash your clothes properly; Frondo told me this.) I have returned home to the Strange Relations, but they are now gone, and I am exhausted (yes, again), and I want to listen to my music and sleeeeep, and then try to sort my thoughts into some kind of vague coherency, which will probably never happen, especially if my sentences keep going on and on and on like periods were suddenly wiped off of the earth by a giant eraser and we are all doomed to have our sentences trail on and on and on into the sunset and who knows where else and yes this is the way I get when I'm sleepy and that includes the no punctuation part and I really wanted to hyphenate that but I didn't because I am too sleepy for hyphens. I had a cinnamon roll this morning.
Also: Eisley's new video for 'Memories'? Abso-bloody-lutely brilliant. Everything an Eisley video should be and hasn't been until now. Ohmysweetword. Shiny. *is still a cinematography geek like whoa* Yeah, they finally got the whimsical video to match the song, and I Am In Love.
And I read The Importance of Being Earnest on the plane for the umpteenth time, and one of my British history books is in and my Latin course is in and if it weren't for Mathemetics and Chemistry I would totally start school right now on my own iniciative, a word which it is too late at night for me to spell. (Actually, it is only about ten thirty, but as I said, I have had about five hours of sleep, at the most.) Next year will be better, because although I will have to study American Government rather than history, which I am not exactly ecstatic about, I will also Never Have To Do Lab Science Again. Ever. Which means--psycology! HAHAHA. Er. I mean--something very, very innocent, benign, and unthreatening, and ohmyword, I think I have an internet high; I should go to bed with books and NO ONE MAKING SLEEP NOISES IN THE ROOM and not having to wake up early after having worked hard half the day and gone to bed late. I am probably terrifying everyone badly right now. I SHOULD GO TO BED AND LEAVE HARRY'S CAPSLOCK ALONE.
BEFORE SOMEONE HAS TO DRAG ME.
!!!!!!!!