This some craaaaaazy shit

It is 2:22am. I can't sleep. I'm watching COPS.
These kids are IDIOTS. Holy goshes. Some shit kids are trying to pass off couterfeit money. They're like, 10, and bawling their heads off. It makes me sad. Dude, why are they so messed up? It upsets me a lot.
Anyhow, I can't sleep! If my mom finds me up at this hour on her computer, she's going to kill me. Zoe was begging me to update my blog, so here you go, Zoe!
My brain is keeping me awake. Or was it that Diet Coke that I chugged? (Sorry, but this kid just cimmited a federal felony, and his mom is all "He's gonna be grounded." and it's like, dude, FEDERAL FELONY. Whatever though.) So I'm hanging out with Zoe today! And we're gonna dye my hair and shit. It's gonna be fun. I can't wait to change up my hair, cuz I am so bored with it! Frikin, no one is online. People actually have some sense and are aleep. But where am I? I'm thinking and writing, and blogging, and watching TV. My Dad isn't home, so I can be up. He's with my aunt, who has down syndrome, and she can't stay alone for nights, so he's with her. I don't know how many nights he'll be gone. But I'll see him during the day. And I'll see mommy for nights, until she goes to sleep. THe TV is talking about Battle Of THe Bands or something.
Whatever.
I gotta try to sleep. Maybe I'll go up to my room instead of trying to sleep on the couch. But oh, infomercials are starting! I may have to stay down here.

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-Izzzzay! is really tired.