Too Hyper To Handle

So I got back from class today, and as is my usual Tuesday routine, I kicked off my shoes, and I plopped down on the couch, and I opened up all my internet tabs, cranked MTV, put my feet up on my footrest, and breathed a big sigh of relief. No sooner had I gotten comfortable than my phone started ringing. Frustrated, I fumbled with it, saw that it was my friend-and future housemate- Josh and decided to answer it.

Me: Hello?
Josh: Danny abandoned me. What's your room number?
Me: Huh? Oh. ****.
Josh: The numbers go that high?
Me: Yeah, it's on the third floor.
Josh: Okay. ****? I'll be there in a minute.
-hangs up-
Me: Oh crap.

Of course, mine and my roommates belongings were strewed across the entire room because it was nowhere close to Friday, our cleaning day. In fact, it was about as far from Friday as possible, meaning our room was at it's messiest. Wonderful.

So I scurried around the room and threw things in their general locations while attempting to clear the center of the floor so he wouldn't think we were total slobs. Luckily, he didn't seem to mind the mess. What he did mind however was my usual perky disposition.

My general and overall extremely happy attitude bothers some people, and Josh is one of those people. However, my hyper level doesn't have an on/off switch, and I tend to get hyper around people who make me happy. Josh makes me happy. I get hyper around Josh. However, once I'm hyper, it's hard to turn it off unless I really concentrate, which is hard in itself, and even harder when I'm giggling at everything like a small child.

Needless to say, Josh only stayed for about an hour. Luckily, he still loves me.

Why today was awesome: I got a letter from Kayla in the mail! <3

My year in numbers:

How Many Books I've Read: 5.5

How Many Times I've Lost My Key: 7

How Many Bowls of Soup I've Consumed: 15