The amount of time I've had alone for the past week has been four hours. Absurd.
Majority of my friends are back down from college. So my sanity has been running thin. Fuck, a shower doesn't even feel the same because they're waiting for me to get out. I just want to relax, do nothing, not feel like I have to make sure nobody is breaking something, or being too loud when my mom is sleeping.
I like to think that everybody needs alone time after constantly being with people for days and days. If Natalie fucking Portman decided to hang out with me for two weeks, I would be on edge by the first week. After copious amounts of sex with her of course.
Don't get me wrong, it's awesome that they're all down and there's almost always something to do at night. I just want to sleep in, and be able to read a damn book.
But other than bitching, which is what I do best it seems, there are neat things going on in my head.
One of my friends needs to make a short movie for his film class. He came to me for writing the story with him, along with the script. I have tons of faith in it being successful among friends. That's basically all I want. He, on the other hand, has hopes of it being the number one video on all of the interweb. Yeah, okay.
This blog has probably been the worst one I've written specifically because I can't see it being interesting to anybody by myself. So, I'm sorry.
Readers, there will be a better blog soon. I promise.