Logic at its worst.
Today, I woke up at 3am, as usual. And of course, Daniel was awake. (We talk like 24/7 these days.) Of course we talked. He got a little upset, so I let him vent at me. I told him to vent until his thoughts were cleared out completely. And it helped. Then we got into the subject of Trigonometry. I needed help with it, of course. Seeing as math, for some reason, isn’t logical in my mind. He actually got me to understand it! So when I got to school, I hurried to do my math homework, and I showed my teacher, Mr. Bazon. And he asked, “Did you have an epiphany?” I told him, “No…well…maybe. If I did, the saint that visited me was a genius.” Because he is. So school was amazing. I even started my research paper that we were supposed to start a few weeks back (I’m a procrastinator). Then when I got home from school, I called Daniel and we talked for a while. About math and school and stuff. Our mothers are so nosey. Ahaha. His mom was funny, though. “Get off the phone, Daniel.” and he said, “Noo. I’ll bring the phone with me to do laundry.” and she was like, “Who are you talking to?” and he says, “A friend.” and she replies, “A special friend, then? Considering you’ve been on the phone since I got home.” Ahaha. And he counted the water bottles in his room. 34. How the fuck…? Well, whatever. But today was great. Nothing too incredibly exciting. And my mind is a bit in the gutter, thus this sounding a little bit like I have ADD.
I can’t wait until tonight’s slumber. It’s going to be amazing.
