Monday, February 11, 2008

lame.

Ugh. I have to get up at six. I have been in my bed since 9pm. I was determined to get plenty of sleep so as to make my morning errands and 8 o clock class not seem like a punishment from the Old Testament.

But an 8 o clock class is always punishment for me, simply by being appointed. I cannot function in a structured existence, apparently. My eternal nature does not cope well with the constraints of measured time. Historically, I have never been able to sleep the night before the first day of school-- even when I don't care! My body must know something my mind doesn't, cause it just won't give up. It can sense impending time management issues and balks like a wild pony driven into a pen. If it weren't for stupid school and everyone on Earth's obsession with scheduling things it would be no big deal that I have insomnia. I would just do all the stuff my brain thinks it has to do RIGHT NOW in the medianoche.

I have four hours left to sleep, and counting. I have tried: pajamas vs. no pajamas, laying the opposite way on my bed, hot tea, Dandelion Wine (by Bradbury), Genesis chapters 10-12 (lots of begetting), some poking around on the New Family Search, adding a few lines to the comic script, concocting dream plots with my eyes closed, and begging God in Heaven to knock me out.

I am now Gchatting with Comptron about how lame this is. School is for fools, yo. School is for fools.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

An outlaw for an in-law

I have a really hard time going to sleep at night when I feel unfulfilled. I often feel unfulfilled, probably because I have no hot dates (or cold ones) and am semi-perpetually dieting. I say semi perpetually because I have more confidence than discipline. Judge as you will. So I was pattering around the hallway in our apartment, pestering Emily that I didn't know if I wanted a cheeseburger or a boyfriend. She cheerfully observed that obviously this meant my soul mate is...
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Yeah. The Hamburgler. Since so few of us even end up with our soulmates in this life, it looks like I will have to settle for less than even the Dollar Menu. Kting, kting. Those are tears, btw.