Deliiiiiirium

Went to bed at tenish last night, because I was on the phone. You all know who with, there's no question.
So I'm sleeping all fine and dandy then my phone rings at three thirty this morning. It's that one ring tone that means a person I want to talk to is calling me. I look at the ID and it's... MICHAEL. Two weeks, and he's decided to call me at three thirty in the a.m. on a school night. But it's alright, because he's calling me. So I talk to him, and before I know it, it's FIVE THIRTY. I get up at six. There's no point in my going back to sleep. So I get up and take my shower, get ready and I'm actually awake.
I get through about half of the day and then I CRASH. I was exausted for the rest of the day.
On top of this, my bag is SO heavy. And the things dont sit right in it, so I have a HUGE sweltering, bruising, painful THING on my back. Then, THEN, in p.e. we did one minute sit up physical fitness CRAP. The mats werent out so we were on the CRAPPY gym floor because they cant put a DECENT one in. I have bruises up and down my spine from where my backbone grinded *literally* against the wood and cement. ouch...

At home, my head is thobbing, I'm about to pass out, dizzy, and feeling very ill. But then my phone rings and like normal, everything's good. Except for the fact that I'm completely out of my mind with delirium. She's so sweet. I love her so much.

I miss her...