Let's make a movie.

Shelter for Hungover idiots.

In the past few days, Reese and I have gone from about to rip each other's throat out to you randomly kiss Astrid on the cheek.

Bipolar, much?

Anyway, the best part is, vacations started yesterday and BAM!
Luce and I pulled an all nighter, watching T.V., painting our nails, binging on popcorn, trying and may I mention failing miserably to put face pack and in general laughing our butts off at everything that probably isn't even that funny.

Laughing so much made me realise how much I missed Lucy's "therapeutic" presence. She's just that bubbly, charming girl next door who becomes your instant friend and next thing you know she's at your kid's baby shower.

That's just who my bestfriend is.

Apparently, she and Mark have hit it off very well and she's being that lovey dovey gooey eyed love struck teenager with absolutely zero control over her hormones.
After Lucy left in the afternoon, I slept for four hours straight and later went to the doctor's with mom to get my stupid cast removed.
The doctor laughed when he saw all the doodles Reese had done and said I could keep it as a memoir.

What a memoir. Huh.

I came back home and in celebration of getting rid of the stupid cast, mom decided Chinese takeout will be suffice for dinner tonight and with dad being away for some work, nobody was there to tell us how unhealthy we are.

Haha.

I laid in my bed last night just thinking because the four hour sleep that I had in the afternoon and the immense amount of caffeine I intake on hourly basis would never allow me to sleep.

I thought about Lucy and her amazing personality along with that pretty face of hers. I wouldn't be surprised if she and Mark start dating by the end of the week.
I thought of Reese as well and just how in a few weeks time we had gone from don't breathe in my direction to you can kiss my cheek randomly after a concert.
I thought about the movie and realised we should soon start putting together the innumerable amount of essays, clips, photographs, blog links that we got from the students on the last day of school.
I thought about my hair that's still unevenly purple from the little scene Reese pulled some time back.

I slept sometime later with thoughts of the carnival coming up and the amazing marshmallow sandwich I'm going to force mom to make for breakfast tomorrow.

I woke up at about 5.45, my body still immune to waking up early for school for over a year.

The first thing I did was untangle myself from the mess of bedsheets and then switched off the air condition because damn. It's cold now.

I got my phone that was conveniently in my bag since god knows how long and saw three text messages.
One from the mobile company that said I should get a new post paid plan.
One from dad saying I should force mum into making marshmallow sandwich and save some for him.
And the last was by Reese.

"Hey. What has Lucy done to Mark? He's turned into such a wuss."

I laughed out loud at that.
Seems like Lucy isn't the only one that's lovey dovey gooey eyed mess here.

"I can ask you the same question. Why is my friend who believed her soul's colour was black talking about love and magic and gross stuff like that?"

I text him and an instant later, surprisingly, he replies.

"Why are you up so early?"