Monday, July 18, 2005

Sleeping hurts..
Yesterday was just... I don't know.

I went to bed at 6:17 in the morning, hoping to wake up at around 10:00am. I could last on 3 hours of sleep. It's possible. So I set my alarm for 10.

I woke up when it went off. And so after a nice shower and such, I walked downstairs. Nobody was home. I shrugged it off. "They never tell me where they're going anyway."

So I sat at the halfway up my stairwell and read through the newpaper. I was quite pleased with myself for waking up so early without motivation to do so. I read. Then I yawned. Then I blinked. But my eyes didn't open...

The next thing I remember happening was waking up at the BOTTOM of my stairwell in an awkward position accompanied by a pounding headache. I brushed myself off and looked at the time.

5:36pm

Fan-shitty-tastic. I didn't wanna waste my day by sleeping in and look where it brought me. After a couple of Advils, I sat at the dinner table holding my head moaning in pain. At that instant, my family walks in with some groceries.

"What's the matter with you?" asked dad.

I gave him a miserable stare and continued moaning.

"Oh, I see." he said. "Well, it's not my fault you didn't see all the pretty girls last night. And you were getting your hat one way or another anyway, so stop complaining."

I was going to say something but I didn't think it would get me anywhere.

Lesson 1: If you're planning on staying awake, just friggin do so otherwise, go back to BED.

Lesson 2: Drowsiness and stairs don't mix.

Lesson 3: If you get invited out to a festival where there's lots of food and entertainment and a damn good possibility of seeing attractive members of the opposite sex, screw your pissyness and just go or you'll regret it for a long, long time. (And your parents will rub it in to make sure you regret it too.)

Yes. I regret staying home. And no, I don't really believe my cowboy hat will atract girls although it is an amusing thought.

A conversation over MSN last night brought forth memories of pop. I used to drink it, y'know. It's been almost three and a half years since I've consumed anything carbonated. That means I haven't had, Coke, Sprite, 7up, Root Beer, Dr. Pepper, Orange Pop, Grape Pop, Cream Soda or anything of the sort for three years.

Why did I quit? I just didn't feel like drinking it anymore. At a week long retreat over the summer, we were deprived of soda and when it was all over, I just didn't feel the need to drink pop anymore. That when I really obsessed over tea. Tea in all it's magical gloriousness. That's all I drank since then (and of course milk, juice and h2O).

Wow... It's been awhile. But I'm never going back.

(Heh. It's almost comparable to alcohol in my books.)

And what the hell is the deal with pears? Do they think it's funny?!

Now, if you're bored and you want a good minute-long laugh, try this:

In your mind, go over the different positions one would sleep in while in their bed. Now proceed to mimic these positions WHILE STANDING UP.

*laughs*

This is fun to do with close friends over even strangers for that matter. Some poses will look like you're one of those glamourous magazine models floating in time and space in silks and all that fashions stuffs. Other will look like you are in severe pain.

Seriously. Try it out. Even if you're by yourself, just do it. You'll be laughing for a good three minutes.

I hope this brought a smile to your faces. Enjoy the week, friends!

Cheers.

- enin -
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