Louise · Fairweather

I wrote last week that I, for once felt proud of myself, because I had spent the whole day studying, for the first time. But these past few days, it seems that studying is all I do. Pretty much. I've got so much schoolwork to do now and I have no idea when it all snuck up on me! I've got Philosophy homework and a presentation about anabolic steroids for Science for tomorrow. I need to correct my english essay until monday, and finish off my Russian project until tuesday. And there's a whole bunch of stuff that I've aldready handed in this week, and probably something I've forgotten. Ugh. What's happened to my life? Maybe this is growing up..?
Ah. Yeah. Whatever. Need to continue writing about the Red Square in Moscow.

In only 15 days I'm going to see my all time favourite band live. The Rasmus (yeah, that band who did In The Shadows. 8D) I can hardly believe it actually. 15 days is nothing compared to the fact that I've been waiting for this for three and a half years. It was, more or less, the best thing that has happened to me, I've been living off of that memory all this time. And knowing that it's going to happen again, and in such a short amount of time.. it almost makes it hard for me to breathe. I guess it's kind of silly to be this affected by a band, but really, me and my whole existence is kind of silly. I like it that way though.
Anyway. Fifteen days left. I'm probably going to start queueing quite early that day. Me and Andrea that is. It's really going to be great to go see them with her, because she knows how much they mean to me, she's been with me throughout my worst fangirl periods, and I have lots of good memories with her, that involve this band.
This is going to be perfect.

And on a completely different note. These past three nights have all been a bit odd. Three nights ago I, as I wrote in my last entry, really couldn't fall asleep. Laid awake for hours on end, before the exhaustion got the best of me and let me finally let me sleep.
The night after that, I had loads of strange dreams. One of them involving one of my lolita friends being a werewolf. And me pulling the tail off of a dog.
And last night, I woke up at about 4AM, because I could feel something lying beside me in my bed. When I reached down to see what it was, I found a glass and a bottle of nose spray. I mean really, wtf? I've started sleepwalking now as well? D:
Why can't I just sleep like ordinary people?