Saturday, December 11, 2004

   15 hours of sleep... beat that! I dare you to!
What is with my wallpaper? It keeps dissapearing on me, then my compy suddenly says that the URL doesn't exist. Next day it's back and works perfect. Is this with only my compy or am I not alone here? I mean, can other people see the wallpaper and it's just my compy.


Well, I had an interesting day. I went to sleep at about 1:30 A.M. last night. My mother woke me up for school at about 6:A.M. I am beginning to think that my symptoms aren't just from that evil pen. My throat was burning like fire, my head had enough pressure to kill a small dog, my nose was burning and plugged, and I was deaf in my left ear. Writing this I can still taste that ink in my mouth. Well, I managed to stay home from school (9th abscence.) I went right back to sleep 10 minutes later. Then I slept and slept... Had some pretty cool dreams. Can't remember them, but I remember they were cool. I slept until it was 5:00 PM! That's a solid 15 hours of sleep!

Unusual sleeping habits have followed me for years. For some reason, my internal clock wills me to be awake between 11:00 PM and 4:00 A.M. whether I like it or not regardless of how little sleep I get. The only reason why I fell asleep last night was because I was sick. So I usually get about 2 Hours of sleep each school night, and because my father is going through his male menapaus (can't...spell...), he wants me to be awake at a "decent hour". Which is usually 10 in the morning. So I get about 6 hours of sleep on weekends.

Rinse and repeat this for 4 years. I get very little sleep, and in the mornings I can fall asleep nearly anywhere doing anything. I once fell asleep while walking! Didn't stay asleep for long, but I dozed off walking and eventually ran head-first into a wall. I'm glad that all my teachers let me sleep in their classes when I'm done working. Otherwise I don't know what would happen. I've even stayed awake all night in a few instances.

Drugs don't help it, and my father, who has omnipotent control over what schedules I should sleep, doesn't believe me. Apparently him waking up and seeing me awake on school nights over and over at 3:00 A.M. just doesn't click in his head. So I have recieved very little sleep over my teenage years. The only time I ever NOT have trouble sleeping is in the day time.

I'm wondering if I'm alone in this world of insomia. I mean, I'm showing the symptoms of a guy who had developed a tumor in his head when he was young. This thing chronically kept him awake, and until he died from a lack of sleep, he was awake for over a month-strait!

Then again, I seriouly doubt that I am going to be the second person in the world for that to happen to.

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Thursday, December 9, 2004

   Marker Halitoses
The title does not mis-lead. I have a very interesting story for everyone.

O.K. If any of you sit next to me in school or know me, you know that I have certain habits. This includes the presistant mastication of all fluid-using plastic writing utensils on or near my person. I use my oral cavity to preform many surgical operations on many things around me as well.

Whenever any of my pens quit working, I would use my teeth to open the top. I would then with much force blow into the top of the pen while attempting to write something. Most of the time this pen-fixing method works like a charm. But unfortunately there is a drawback. Nearly all of my pens, when they have a heart attack, somehow expel ink from their upper-most aperture into the rest of the pen. Of course, the pen will quit working when this happens. Not dissimilar to a machine response, I open the top with my teeth only to find that my pen has bled to death long before I ever see the ink. I must know at least 3 different ink-flavors not by choice. None of them taste good. So I soon quickly expell the repulsive materials from my mouth, and give everyone around me a good laugh as they look at a big black spot somewhere in my mouth.

This happens all the time. But my present situation has something far more unsusual then my polymer chewing habit. What I outlined above happened about 2 days ago. But this pen must have had either a curse, or a very strong and long-lasting ink undetectable by sight when exposed to saliva. You see, as I breath in and out, it becomes apparent that I can both smell and sometimes taste this pen's particular flavor in my mouth. Neither of these nuisances are hard to detect, either. Why, I can still air-brush my fingerprint as I am writing this. Well, it eventually gave me a bad sore-throat one morning.

I have tried many things to solve this problem. Mouth-wash, furious brushing of my teath, breath-mints, eating many flavor-inducing foods. None of these have even made a dent in my strange case of bad breath. I have inspected my mouth and found nothing lingering. Almost as if the soul of the pen is haunting my communication orifice.

So yeah, I'm waiting for this to eventually go away. I'm not going to start writing philosophical stuff until I get a bigger crowed, but if you have any questions or any comments, don't hesitate to utter your thoughts.
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   Setting things up.

Man this is taking a long time.

Well, I am spending my time trying to set up my website to look like how I want it to. Too bad I'm having troubles with setting up a wallpaper, or a background image. I get the feeling that it is required for the image to be a .gif, and not .jpg, which is what almost all of the images that I can find that I would like to be my wallpaper. So I am out on a quest to search out a .gif image worthy of me.

Sorry for not having the most nostalgic or memorable or best spelled first post all those of you who recognize me.

EDIT

Well, I finally got everything started except the song. Don't know why that one won't work.
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