On a much lighter note (ever since I realize people still DO read my miserable blog), I slept for a whopping seventeen hours straight. I decided to take a nap at 6pm on Sunday afternoon, and apparently the nap happened but the waking up part never came until 10am the next morning.

I slept so much not because I was depressed or suicidal or anything, don't worry. I was just.. being a pig.

I am going to eat fried rice and watch Disney channel now.

I love That's So Raven and Lizzie McGuire!

I am going to grow fat.