Witch Hunts

It is 8:42 am, and I am sadly, sadly awake.
Why?
Mostly because my blinds are broken and there is a tsunami of light overtaking my room. So I will just focus on the good things now to distract myself from being awake before 10.

Last night was, for lack of a better word, cute. It was cute that we all sat around Blake's house for around 2.5 hours, half of that time around a fire, which was quite enjoyable. It was cute that we ended up in Casey's abandoned house, drawing penises on the mirror and talking about dreams we've had. And it was definitely really, very cute when Arlan and Michael cuddled, even if it was only for a few moments.
Claps and hoorays for cute things!
After this whole random night of mostly hilarious conversation, I decided there are some things I really need to just do already. Camping, for instance. I have yet to go camping, and I am now determined to change that, and soon. I've never been in snow either, but I don't see how I'll be changing that one for a while. I also need to watch Good Will Hunting and apparently the Saw movies, ew. And play murder in the dark, if only for Blake's sake.
And Michael, if you ever read this, grow a pair and "JUMP ON THE BANDWAGON," we all want to read about how much you love yourself, I'm sure. I know I do.

I think I'll go and attempt sleep, see how well I can ignore the day throwing itself onto me.
Goodnight then.