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Why the hell am I so tired today?
I’m not sure exactly, but it probably has something to do with the fact that I’ve gone to bed at 4:00 am the past three nights and then been forced to wake up the following morning at roughly 8:00 am to go to registration for school. A long time ago in psychology we watched a video about ‘sleeping debt’. Essentially, this dumb girl went around her high school and interviewed kids on their average amount of sleep a night. Most of the kids came back and said about five hours, and our entire class realized we were the generation of fucks who subconsciously hold a grudge against the act of sleeping at the intended biological time to do so. Anyway the only reason I bring this up is because according to the video, losing sleep is like carrying bricks in a backpack; the more hours you lose, the more bricks you carry.
Today I’m carrying a lot of bricks.
Registering for school this year has taken me a total of three days because there were so many things I had to take care of this time around. I’d have the right information on certain days to do certain things and be lacking the required papers to prove that I no longer have a deficiency in mathematics or that I can legally have a parking spot on the other days. Senior year. Wow. I’m getting pretty excited about it, just knowing how many classes I will be able to just coast through. This year I’m taking a new class they only offered this year called 20th Century Multimedia. Basically it’s just a fancy way of saying, “We’re gonna watch a ton of fuckin’ movies with Mr. fuckin’ Barnes all fuckin’ day”. Reportedly the first one we watch will be the Magnificent Seven. Not a bad deal.
This morning after registration I went to Lowes with Mr. Quinn to actually do some work as the ‘Set Chief’. Pretty weird. I woke up too late and ended up rolling out to Lowes a little later than anticipated. When I got there, I was a little worried because it was just a shopping trip with Mr. Quinn and myself. Don’t get me wrong - Mr. Quinn fucking owns. I love the guy, but god damn, I have nothing to talk about with him. The entire shopping trip at Lowes was spent making some pretty obvious small talk about my sleeping habits and otherwise the aspects of my life that need more attention, like the way I park cars.
Random note: No, I’m not running cockfights up here in my room, ‘The Sound of Animals Fighting’ is really a band. A band that I’m in absolute love with.
Today I’m going to visit Sarah at work. She just started working at Fiddlesticks, for reasons I cannot explain. The poor girl is working from 12:00 pm till 8:00 pm. I don’t think she really believes that I’ll come in to visit her because to most of my friends, I’m the sketchy kid who never returns phone calls. But Sarah will see me in time, and then she’ll probably leave me a comment on my journal saying, “Thanks for the visit!” because she’s horribly lame like that, but that’s why I think she’s so neat.
Today will be a good day.
I’m not sure exactly, but it probably has something to do with the fact that I’ve gone to bed at 4:00 am the past three nights and then been forced to wake up the following morning at roughly 8:00 am to go to registration for school. A long time ago in psychology we watched a video about ‘sleeping debt’. Essentially, this dumb girl went around her high school and interviewed kids on their average amount of sleep a night. Most of the kids came back and said about five hours, and our entire class realized we were the generation of fucks who subconsciously hold a grudge against the act of sleeping at the intended biological time to do so. Anyway the only reason I bring this up is because according to the video, losing sleep is like carrying bricks in a backpack; the more hours you lose, the more bricks you carry.
Today I’m carrying a lot of bricks.
Registering for school this year has taken me a total of three days because there were so many things I had to take care of this time around. I’d have the right information on certain days to do certain things and be lacking the required papers to prove that I no longer have a deficiency in mathematics or that I can legally have a parking spot on the other days. Senior year. Wow. I’m getting pretty excited about it, just knowing how many classes I will be able to just coast through. This year I’m taking a new class they only offered this year called 20th Century Multimedia. Basically it’s just a fancy way of saying, “We’re gonna watch a ton of fuckin’ movies with Mr. fuckin’ Barnes all fuckin’ day”. Reportedly the first one we watch will be the Magnificent Seven. Not a bad deal.
This morning after registration I went to Lowes with Mr. Quinn to actually do some work as the ‘Set Chief’. Pretty weird. I woke up too late and ended up rolling out to Lowes a little later than anticipated. When I got there, I was a little worried because it was just a shopping trip with Mr. Quinn and myself. Don’t get me wrong - Mr. Quinn fucking owns. I love the guy, but god damn, I have nothing to talk about with him. The entire shopping trip at Lowes was spent making some pretty obvious small talk about my sleeping habits and otherwise the aspects of my life that need more attention, like the way I park cars.
Random note: No, I’m not running cockfights up here in my room, ‘The Sound of Animals Fighting’ is really a band. A band that I’m in absolute love with.
Today I’m going to visit Sarah at work. She just started working at Fiddlesticks, for reasons I cannot explain. The poor girl is working from 12:00 pm till 8:00 pm. I don’t think she really believes that I’ll come in to visit her because to most of my friends, I’m the sketchy kid who never returns phone calls. But Sarah will see me in time, and then she’ll probably leave me a comment on my journal saying, “Thanks for the visit!” because she’s horribly lame like that, but that’s why I think she’s so neat.
Today will be a good day.