Drop-Off

The oddest thing happened tonight/this morning: I fell asleep, then about five minutes ago, woke back up for no apparent reason after sleeping for two and a half hours. Very odd, because it usually take me forever to fall asleep, and not with the light on and computer going, without my mask to block light out.

I'm marginally impressed, or at least I would be if this hadn't occurred in the middle of a conversation.

Day One

So my first day of Break: sleeping until 1330, awake until…whatever twenty minutes from now is.

So far, so productive!

Stuffy-Scratchy

My cold has only gotten worse (I'm in a nest of tissues, tea and pillows!), so I'm turning into bed tonight with the hope that I'll be able to breathe and/or speak easily tomorrow. Personally, I'd take a sore throat over a plugged nose any day!

Q & A

Continuing the trend of Mahara talking about her sleep habits: I think I'm going to bed early.

For you, Mystery Person Who Reads This Every Night, feel free to introduce yourself. What part of that States are you in? What about my blog is so interesting to read right after I post most nights, and relatively soon after if that isn't the case?

Body Clock

What to write about tonight? Ugh. I've been so tired lately, but it's hitting at odd times—from ~1800h-~1930h I'm exhausted, but when I laze about for a while, so as to not go to bed too early and muss up my sleep schedule (and because the roomie is still up and about at that time), I lose my sleepiness and can't seem to fid it again until nearly 0100h the next morning. I'm not impressed with my body clock right now.

Of course it would be easier if I could nap, but nooooo, my body's too persnickety for that, and won't. shut. off!!

Ever so frustrating. Especially as all my classes start in the relatively early morning this semester (which I am actually quite pleased about, truth be told).

Blank

I am so ready to have this semester over…ad hopefully reset my circadian rhythm, too!

That's all I've got….

Tumblr Troubles

I've become a rather hooked Tumblr'er (does anyone know the 'correct' term for that…?) since the new computer (Daniel) works so much better with it than Alex ever did. The downside to being drowsy all day and sleeping in every morning, though, is the staying up late…with nothing to read.

Wow, can anyone say first world problems here…?!

That's embarrassing.

Practically Snoring Already

I don't know what to say tonight other than I'm completely done, ready to sleep. I'm so ready for Break to get here; I want to cook and go for walks and not be with people 24/7.

Mostly right now I want to sleep.

Club Lag

This weekend was interesting—I went out both Friday and Saturday nights, as a sort of belated birthday/we-miss-you event, and was immersed in the culture that is clubbing.

Ha!

I couldn't keep a straight face while writing that, how about you, reading?

So…drunks, dirty-dancing, spilled drinks, shouting, ringing ears, sub-woofers, freezing-while-waiting-for-a-cab…. 'Bout sums it up. Of course, I don't actually drink, so I get to alternately laugh my pants off and worry for the sanity of our race when I watch others do so.

I don't really know what else to say on the topic—but going out twice in as many nights isn't good for me. I can do one night/day of five sleeping hours, but not two! I usually make sure to go to bed early after a late- or all-nighter.

Which is what I'm doing tonight. I've been in my PJ's since 1800h, waiting for it to be a respectable enough time to crawl into bed and be done with today. I think that time is about now….

To Do For France

It is literally a week until I leave for France. I leave at 0540, Friday the twenty-ninth of June. Holy freaking cats, that's soon. Here's what I have to do before:

• Contact my exchange family
• Clean my room
• Find space for my partner
• Gut my closets and wardrobe(s)
• Be ruthless
• Take undesirables to Thrift Store
• Purchase and load MP3 player with Zumba songs to choreograph
• Scholarship/Awards/Transcript/Residence forms filled out and mailed.
• WRITE MATH DIPLOMA
• 'Bonding Time' with my mother
• Grocery shop for the needed snacks 
• Rehearse my (trite) French phrases
• Make bed ready for return
• FINISH SCHOOL PROJECTS
• Two FAS (Fashion) modules
• One Art piece
• SLEEP
• Transition to Parision time
• Apron for my 'Mommy'

Well? Any strategies…?!

Abort! Abort!

I was going to do this big ol' rant about religion indoctrinating kids young, and how that's Hitler-esc, and even provid examples…but instead, I'm going to bed. Ahhhh, sleep!

Dead Or Alive

So I know I've crawled under a rock these last few days, but there is a good reason! While I was writing a grand total of zero words here, I've written about two thousand five hundred for my English class.
Twenty-five hundred.
2500.

I'm so tired…I was up until 0000h yesterday writing, and then 0200h this morning. Two major papers, two days…one class.

After this is done, and I finish my tomato-eggs, I'm going to read over my Math notes for the unit exam tomorrow, and go the fuck to sleep.

What's your one-track-mind telling you today?

Drop-Dead-Tired

I honestly don't know what's been going on with me lately—I have such utter exhaustion, almost all the time! Take this morning: I was fine, for once, got out of bed, showered, went to work…by noon, I was soooo tired…and now, at almost 2000h, I'm ready for bed. I'm trurning in directly after I write this…and have my bedtime snack, because apparently that helps with sleeping.

Any ideas?

Yeah…No

I really want to say something smart and witty tonight…but I'm sooooo tired. I'm going to bed!

Beddy-Bye!

Well, my sincere apologies for no blog yesterday—I came home at six, and woke up at…six. That is, 1800-0600. Twelve hours, gone. It was a great sleep, though!

Now, I think I will attempt a replication—hopefully not as long lasting, however. Tomorrow, I swear I'll tell you about the Famine!

Snuggle-Buddy?

So after yesterday's crash—what was it, 2000 when I went to bed…?!—I slept through the alarm that didn't ring (for whatever reason it had gotten turned off, I swear it wasn't me!) and didn't get out of bed until 0730. Wow.
I did get out of bed with no voice today, and by the time I went to work, it had started to disappear again. Now, it hurts to say anything. Lovely.

I'm listening to the cat—my baby!—outside the door, wanting to get into my room and cuddle. I would be soooo happy to let him in, if he would only cuddle. Instead, he snuggles for while, and then buggers off to presumably poop all over my rug, the other bed, laundry, curtains…accompanied by urine. I will have to get rid of my rug—which will actually make upkeep tider—and make sure I get on my laundry. Which is so not stacked up weeks-worth.

At all.

Hee.

What's not waiting to be done in your house…?

…

First day of second semester, work, karate…I am so completely wiped. I honestly have nothing else to give or say…complete an utter exhaustion.

Sleepy-Bye Baby

Sleep—a precious commodity. Despite my reverence for the golden end to every day, I have decided to be an 'Early Riser.' Which means, whole new sleep schedule. In the middle of diplomas.

Ridiculous.

I'm still doing it!

Staffed Out

Today was a wing-dinger staff meeting, the longest in a while. We did a two-and-a-half-hour meeting, dealing with all sorts of issues—the specific, to the general, to 'when should we do spring cleaning?'

Guck.

It's good to get it all out there, though, and make everyone aware of the issues, and what's going well. Still, I'm so ready for bed!

I feel like I haven't done a truly 'substance' post in a while, but there's nothing really to say. I'm preoccupied with exams, and work, and my achy shoulders and legs…I wanna go to a spa!

I did come up with a grad hairstyle, though now I've got to practise to make sure the practical works as well as the theory. (It's the same with clothes designs—they work great in my head, but actually trying do do and make them…ugh. I've been at the same two for ages!)

What's something you're amazing at in theory, but not so much in reality?

Well Okay Then

I had the weirdest dream last night…I was a detective-type, working with my mother (who wasn't my mother in the dream), to solve a crime that a friend of mine had done. Then his partner in crime, a client of mine (whaaa?) told us where to find him…and that four eight years she had pretended to be his young daughter, as that made it easier to panhandle. I guess they lived on the street—but now they were lovers.

So then when we found my friend, he told us about his 'school' days, and we walked up this impossible long staircase to the top, where his art class had laid all their projects (I think the only class was art).

It was a really slippery mountain thingy, so I kept slipping and sliding off the ramp the art was on—I ended up practically laying on the art to stay up.

My friend's art was really good—it told stories relevant to the conversation we'd had on the stairs, about bacteria in rubbing alcohol, and how it would kill you. Then on the flip side, it looked good at start, but when the teacher came over, we started critiquing it and it was lousy (but still the best ever, I think).

One of the mediums used was my makeup…my powder foundation was used a lot…I think that was it.

Then, we started talking about the lines of the drawing, and suddenly the teacher and I are altering the art, and he's asking my how far I want the letters to go down, do I want them to block the_____?

That's when my alarm rang.

Can anyone analyse dreams? What does this one mean…??