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Selena yawned and opened her eyes, then she reached over to the other side of the pillow and pressed a button on her phone. The screen lit up, saying 12:45. She scowled. Slept in. AGAIN. Her head thudded back on the pillow, and she sighed.
"Uuuughhh. It's so LATE." Then she sat up abruptly, and took a swig from the 3 day old energy drink on the table, otherwise she'd NEVER get up. She reached over to her open laptop, fumbling for her iPod that she'd left on the keyboard before she'd fallen asleep. She set it down on the pillow. Then she grabbed the iPod cord and plugged it in. She sighed again, getting up and sitting in the spinny chair, logging on to the internet. Nope, no new messages. Well, just from (Sensinilla?). Who was baked as shit. Again. She groaned, answering them, and half laughing at her friend's antics. She heard something fall, and looked over to see the iPod wasn't on the table again. She shrugged. "Whatever..." Five minutes later, the music stopped. A scowl formed on her face. "What the fuck?" So then, she grabbed the cord forcefully, and hoisted up the iPod on the other end. Why was it dripping? And why did it smell like VODKA? Oh lord. Oh, fuck. Sometimes being an alcoholic sucks. Especially when you leave your half finished drinks UNDER YOUR BED FOR YOUR BABY TO FALL INTO. "WHAT THE FUCK?" She shreiked, a flurry of even more curse words tumbling out of her mouth. "I hope it still works, I can't live with out it, seriously. What the fuck, WHYYY???"