i am inexplicably completely exhausted. i passed out at eight thirty for about an hour and upon waking up i felt like i had been hit by a bus. i don't know why my body is trying to shut itself down as my day consisted of getting up at 11:30, eating pancakes, showering, putting on shorts that definitely fall under "loungewear," going to wal-mart with my brother to go school supply shopping (which was, incidentally, fairly draining mentally. it was so crowded and unorganized. and the list of supplies was quite elaborate, requiring far more materials than any sixth grader would ever actually use on a regular basis), and taking my dog for a walk. none of those activities really involve a lot of exertion, so why am i struggling so desperately to maintain consciousness?
in other news, i had yet another dream about the olsen twins last night, and i have been thinking extensively about how i can convince kanye west to let me carry one of his children. i had been thinking that i didn't want to mutilate my lady parts in that way for another decade or so, but if i could have his kid, i would be willing to move that date up significantly. i'm not saying i'm a gold digger, but that would be some pretty hefty child support, and i bet when you're pregnant with a famous rapper's baby, people aren't constantly asking you if you've finally found employment or a major you are willing to committ to.
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