I didn't get to sleep last night and here's why.
Sleep sucks when you're woken up in the middle of the night. Awesome. I was so tired I wanted to say "Hey, can you guys quietly leave the room? I was sleeping..." but all that came out was a stupid ass groan. Probably think I never woke up, cos I say shit in my sleep (or so I'm told.) It wouldn't have been that bad if it had been a disruption that keeps you awake for a few seconds and therefore you don't even really remember it in the morning (usually.) But it wasn't, I turned to look at Matt and Julie and turned back and there was like...stuff going on, like soft giggling and talking. They did try to quietly talk, but after coming in with all her stuff (she packed for like this whole weekend up til last night, so it was a lot) it was just loud moving all that shit in. And I never got to sleep after that. So I slept for maybe an hour? two hours? (I don't know when Julie came in so I cant tell) and after sleeping for a small period of time I would wake up every ten minutes. Eventually I just laid there and checked my clock every ten minutes.
I still can't tell if Julie reads this or not. Which bothers me.
So to everyone out there in cyber space, if you read this thing, please leave a comment somewhere that says "hey, I'm friending you!" or "hey, I read your journal!" Because not doing so kinda creeps me out and is stalker-ish. I think it's polite to do so, and I try to do that with blogs (altho, I have forgotten to do it asap, but I always do it eventually.)
Now for something totally different. I finished my paper. I'm a little apprehensive about it, but I'm going to try to fix the crappy grade I'll get by going to the poetry reading at 4:30 on Thursday for extra credit. That means, however, that I'll have to reschedule working out with Amanda, which makes me feel crappy cos I don't want to be a pain in the ass.
I wish I could've started the day off better.
I think it's funny that I can know with some certainty that I'm a decent writer (I've gotten 4.0's on virtually every paper first semester except one for Grossman) but I'm so afraid of showing anyone my papers except maybe Anna or Kyle because people will laugh at me, or be like "wow she sucks." It sounds really juvenile of me to have that fear but I do.
I still can't tell if Julie reads this or not. Which bothers me.
So to everyone out there in cyber space, if you read this thing, please leave a comment somewhere that says "hey, I'm friending you!" or "hey, I read your journal!" Because not doing so kinda creeps me out and is stalker-ish. I think it's polite to do so, and I try to do that with blogs (altho, I have forgotten to do it asap, but I always do it eventually.)
Now for something totally different. I finished my paper. I'm a little apprehensive about it, but I'm going to try to fix the crappy grade I'll get by going to the poetry reading at 4:30 on Thursday for extra credit. That means, however, that I'll have to reschedule working out with Amanda, which makes me feel crappy cos I don't want to be a pain in the ass.
I wish I could've started the day off better.
I think it's funny that I can know with some certainty that I'm a decent writer (I've gotten 4.0's on virtually every paper first semester except one for Grossman) but I'm so afraid of showing anyone my papers except maybe Anna or Kyle because people will laugh at me, or be like "wow she sucks." It sounds really juvenile of me to have that fear but I do.