Are you with me?

Dear Diary,
Today Yesterday morning, I woke up at 8am to attend my brother's basketball grand final, which he won. It was described by numerous parents as an exciting experience, filled with laughter, heart pumping and end of your seat grabbing action. Only thing was, I was half asleep.

D=

Fuelled with 6 hours of sleep and Mango flavoured tea, I staggered out of the car into the court and watched as excitingedly ( I don't care if that's not a word, I am tired okay. ) as I could. They thrashed the other team by 20 points. GOOD WORK BOYS !

After, mother drove me to hill in a box where i met up with friends, to attend the accounting lecture, that was being held in the afternoon. ( And that sentence is really long and confusing. I can't be bothered going back and backspacing it off the face of this blog. ) I continued sleeping in the train. In the lecture. And in the bus.
Sleep deprivation is a nasty thing, little friends. Insomnia is worse. What's worse. I don't even know why I stay up so late =/

LACE UP YOUR SHOES, HEY YO HEY YO.