Wristbands and Best Friends

Today I feel: tired...blah!

I love how whenever I am supposed to do homework I read people's blogs until it gets really late and then I do my homework, because that makes sense. My Student Life Conference wristband fell off today. This was a) sad because I almost made it to a month after the conference, but then it fell off and b) awesome because I was the last one left and I was getting sick of it. I did win though, which in my five years going to the conference I have never done. It normally rips on something or like one year I had to cut it off for softball games. Now that I've talked about completely irrelevant and random things, I shall move on.
Sarah was back this weekend. She actually came back from Auburn last weekend on Spring Break so she got to come to my birthday party but then she spent the week at the beach with her friends from school so I didn't get to talk to her that much. I spent the night with her last night and we talked until 3:30 in the morning. Well, I guess it was technically 2:30 but with the whole time change thing it was 3:30. We caught up on stuff (after not seeing her, actually, not even talking to her, since the end of January we had a lot to talk about) and talked about boys, you know, all that great girl talk stuff. I love how whenever she comes back we can just pick up where we left off and it's like she hasn't really been gone that long. That's how you can tell you've got a true friend. I mean, granted, I've got a lot of great awesome friends, but Sarah really is one of the best friends I've ever had (Calyn falls into this catergory too, we are, or I guess were until Sarah moved away, the Three Musketeers). It's good to know that I've got people who I could move across the country and we would still be able to hang out every now and then and it would be like I just saw them yesterday. You guys are the best!
Okay, so I really do have to do my homework now so I can go to bed so I can get some sleep so I can try to break my stupid cycle where I'm always tired. So, as my dear friend Kip would say, "Peace out."