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I hate it when this happens.
I need to get into some kind of regular sleep schedule because what is happening now is killing me. My norm for the past several months especially has been me getting to bed no sooner than midnight, usually something more along the lines of 2am. That is all fine and dandy when you can do that and still get a full night's sleep, but not when one must get up at 6. I've always been a night person. ALWAYS. Litterally from day one. The Josie is not a morning person. Anything before 8:30 is Early.
I had two things I needed to do today, german homework and an evening interview class. I woke up at 11:15 because I was a dumbass last night and Fandom_Wank Wiki is a fucking whirlpool. I decide that it would be a good idea to start off the day with Sam's Tardis Big Bang story that I hadn't got around to reading yet. Wonderful read, and I loved it - made me cry it did. Should I have made sure I my homework was done first? YES. Because now it is not, as reading said story took up most of the day and then I had my class tonight. I tried to get a chunk of it done on the bus back from Gresham, and did get a bit done. However, I made myself somewhat nauseous, harkening back to many a childhood 6+ hour car trips to visit the grandparents in which I could only sit and stare out the window because reading, however much I wanted to, would make my stomach tie up in knots and bring up my gag reflex. Now that I look back on it, this was one reason - of many, I assure you - of why trips to visit my mother's relations were always met with some disdain and resignation.
. . .
Point being that at 9:30 homework was not done, my headache from earlier had come back, I was now feeling nauseous, off and just out of it. At a certain point my brain will just stop working for all academic topics and activities, at which point I'll lie to myself and say that I'll just take a break and fiddle about on the computer for a bit. After I've done that for a few hours my body and brain both agree that I ought to get some sleep if I'm to be vaguely functional in the morning. Then, after I'm all nice and cozy in my bed the Traitorous Brain decides that it need to make a run through a list of Everything I Have To Do Ever, or The Visual Plot Bunnies think that any time past midnight when I need to get up at 6am is the perfect time to lay siege to my Muse, bombarding said muse with a cornucopia of not only visions, but detailed methods, technique, texturization, imprinted and overlaid words, shading, gradation and color saturation. And then reminds you that YOU CAN'T BECAUSE YOU LACK THE PROPER PROGRAMS.
And Brain, Dear Brain, once again brings up your short and long-term list of Goals And Things That Need Doing, Looking Up Or Otherwise Dealt With and worries through a few and attempts to problem solve my latest attempts at actually doing something with my life.
Fuck you brain. Fuck you.
I need a better Angry!Icon. Replace 'people' with 'brains.'
I need to get into some kind of regular sleep schedule because what is happening now is killing me. My norm for the past several months especially has been me getting to bed no sooner than midnight, usually something more along the lines of 2am. That is all fine and dandy when you can do that and still get a full night's sleep, but not when one must get up at 6. I've always been a night person. ALWAYS. Litterally from day one. The Josie is not a morning person. Anything before 8:30 is Early.
I had two things I needed to do today, german homework and an evening interview class. I woke up at 11:15 because I was a dumbass last night and Fandom_Wank Wiki is a fucking whirlpool. I decide that it would be a good idea to start off the day with Sam's Tardis Big Bang story that I hadn't got around to reading yet. Wonderful read, and I loved it - made me cry it did. Should I have made sure I my homework was done first? YES. Because now it is not, as reading said story took up most of the day and then I had my class tonight. I tried to get a chunk of it done on the bus back from Gresham, and did get a bit done. However, I made myself somewhat nauseous, harkening back to many a childhood 6+ hour car trips to visit the grandparents in which I could only sit and stare out the window because reading, however much I wanted to, would make my stomach tie up in knots and bring up my gag reflex. Now that I look back on it, this was one reason - of many, I assure you - of why trips to visit my mother's relations were always met with some disdain and resignation.
. . .
Point being that at 9:30 homework was not done, my headache from earlier had come back, I was now feeling nauseous, off and just out of it. At a certain point my brain will just stop working for all academic topics and activities, at which point I'll lie to myself and say that I'll just take a break and fiddle about on the computer for a bit. After I've done that for a few hours my body and brain both agree that I ought to get some sleep if I'm to be vaguely functional in the morning. Then, after I'm all nice and cozy in my bed the Traitorous Brain decides that it need to make a run through a list of Everything I Have To Do Ever, or The Visual Plot Bunnies think that any time past midnight when I need to get up at 6am is the perfect time to lay siege to my Muse, bombarding said muse with a cornucopia of not only visions, but detailed methods, technique, texturization, imprinted and overlaid words, shading, gradation and color saturation. And then reminds you that YOU CAN'T BECAUSE YOU LACK THE PROPER PROGRAMS.
And Brain, Dear Brain, once again brings up your short and long-term list of Goals And Things That Need Doing, Looking Up Or Otherwise Dealt With and worries through a few and attempts to problem solve my latest attempts at actually doing something with my life.
Fuck you brain. Fuck you.
I need a better Angry!Icon. Replace 'people' with 'brains.'