ooops i slipped.

Um, so Sam...or "Wolverine" as you guys know him as...forgave me. Or, wait. He apologized to me and I forgave him. So we're all good now? Sorta? Kinda? Yeah.

I've been losing so much sleep lately. My internal clock wakes me up at 7. I keep texting Sam til about midnight (or sometimes to 1, but same difference). And there's only 4 more days of spring break.

I wanna go to Six Flags...