I just realized I posted an entry labeled the twenty seventh, and it's like two am, and that was posted around one am so technically, my theory proven: I honestly don't give a shit what day it is. Go with it.
The Gabby Calendar. 👌
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I was supposed to be asleep...at ten. It's two. My friend is taking me to an amusement park at, I think we're leaving at nine-ish but I have to be over there at eight. So, I have to get up at six, because God knows how long I take to get ready. I thought at midnight, "Well, Gabby six isn't far away, just stay up until it because you aren't gonna get much sleep." So I did. I stayed up and here I am, two am wishing I had actually gone to fucking bed. I have nothing to do. I've probably watched five million hot British YouTubers try eating American candy for the first time. I've probably watched enough episodes of Grey's Anatomy that I'm starting to doubt Derek and Addison Shepherd's existence all over again.
I'm wearing men's socks and a giant "I ❤ NY" hoodie, wrapped in five blankets, with nothing to do but sit in bed and wait for my stupid alarm to yell at me to wake the fuck up even though I wasn't sleeping in the first damn place.
Sometimes I despise summer. Because I have nothing to do. My sleeping schedule was just burnt. My brain is fried. My sense of what fucking day it is has stopped caring.
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I'm listening to old Justin Timberlake music now, because I've decided upon the fact that maybe I won't be so bored. But it doesn't work.
I kinda want it to rain so I can scream, "Cry me a fucking river!" out the window. But no, Mother Nature decides that she'll only let it rain when I have plans. Like tomorrow it's supposed to rain. Nailed plans tomorrow.
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Please someone entertain me, for just three and a half hours!
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