nobody in the school stays up past 11 pm. lately i've reverted to a vampire so i end up roaming the halls of our apartment (ok hall) at all hours of the night looking for someone to ponder the imponderables with, such as, do they really show all 82 rockets games on tv here? the school gate even gets locked around 11 or 12 so i can't leave campus without having to scale the multiple levels of strategically placed glass shards to get back in.

by the way, chinese chocolate is the most disgusting thing ever. it tastes like stale fudge made from spinach and it doesn't dissolve; when you chew it, it flattens out like gum instead of breaking apart.

what's wrong with these people? why do they sleep so early? tara and duncan wake up everyday to go running at 5:45, the mere thought of which makes me fall to the floor and curl up in a little ball. i might have to start sitting out on the pavilion overlooking the river and softly murmur verses about the moon at midnight to myself. as they say, nighttime heightens, sharpens each sensation. actually nobody says that, unless you're the Phantom, which means you ride a horse dressed in purple spandex and nothing but. bedtime.