crazy things happen at 3 am when ur really bored

its almost 3 am and im really bored. i went to my friends house today and we talked about 'datable' guys and guys 'you just don't want to date'. Yes, theres a HUGE difference. Example: "He's perfectly datable but kind of a snitch." "He's datable but kind of a perv." So im in my living room at 2:41 in the morning, blogging. i wrote and published a fanfic-before i realized that i was 'completely incorrect'. how hot is the center of the earth? how many thousand degrees? aw shit.
i feel kinda freaked out right now for several reasons:
1. im downstairs
2. im alone
3. its 2:44 in the morning
4. its 2:45 in the morning, im downstairs and im alone
but all the lights are on, the doors and windows are locked and there's a giant knife in the kitchen, so im pretty safe
i saw Swing Vote on pay per view today. but then i went to wawa, so i only saw the last five minutes of it and my sister was screaming at the tv. pretty normal.
i keep thinking that my hair in the corner of my eye is a person in the kitchen, so i keep looking up. i feel so nerdy.
ITS 2:49 IN THE MORNING AND I'M BLOGGING!!! WTF!?!?! EVERYONE I KNOW IS EITHER SLEEPING OR PARTYING!!! AND IM BLOGGING!!! WTF!?!?!?!
now its 2:51. i should really go to sleep. or have one of my dad's beers and pass out on the couch. just kidding. my tvs recording something. the orange light its on. im starting to regret buying yellow nail polish. theres a cut on my knee. the sofa is comfy. my back hurts. we're out of pineapple juice. its 2:55 in the morning. now its 2:56. hey look a bird clock. thats a pretty dress. eww its pink. im wearing magenta. my nails are blue. the lamp is white. the flashlight is black. does that sound racist? its 2:58. the gardenia is green. so is the as-old-as-my-dad pillow. theres a bird on the tiffany lamp. the bird is red. i look high. i think i sound so. the knife is sharp. the hat is stupid. i have a c in math. the box says BREAD. i wonder wats in it. im tired. my head hurts.

thanks for putting up with my pointlessness. and the funny thing is that i am NOT under the influence of drugs, alcohol, crack, pot, roofies, dope, ectasy or happy pills. if i was, this post would sound either 10 times more pointless or 100 times more intriging. maybe lifechanging. or controversial. or i could end up with Twilight fans with ropes, torches and pitchforks outside my window. or i would be dead. that one might be more likely. especially if i was under the infulence of drugs, alcohal, crack, pot, roofies(id be asleep by now if i were on those), dope, estacy, and happy pills.
its 3:09 and im going to bed.
good morning universes.