There's A Meat Market Down The Street
Okay, I'm really bored. And very tired. But I'm so torn between the realms of consciousness and unconsciousness. I should go to sleep, but I'm more interested in being awake. Sometimes I feel like I have a slight case of insomnia. But only sometimes because I've seen True Life: I Can't Sleep. I know I actually don't have a problem getting to sleep, I just have a problem of wanting to go to sleep. I have to work for 12 hours tomorrow, which the lack of sleep usually would not hinder, but I think working outside for a few hours will really wear me down because it's so very hot and humid here during this time of year. How the hell did I volunteer myself for this shit?
Sometimes I wish I could speak Spanish only for the sole reason of being able to fully understand what was happening on Telemundo. Even with not being able to understand what they are saying, Telemundo hands down has the wackiest programing on TV.
Emily--I remember the FML entry that I thought was hilarious:
"Today, my older brother told me that no matter how fast you run at automatic sliding doors, they'll open in time. So I ran at a pair. They don't."
What an idiot. But, I have to say, I have been duped many a time by my older brother. Like the time he walked in my closet and came back out and then convinced me he had turned into an alien version of himself. Or when he told me someone broke into our house and stole my collection of My Little Ponies. I played both situations off nonchalantly, like there was no way he could convince me into believing such ridiculous things. But, both times, he did convince a little part of me. As for the alien thing, there was no way he could prove to me he was an alien and there was no way I could prove he wasn't, so I was a little torn. But not too much, because there was no way my brother turned into an alien. (Or did he?) And, when he told me my ponies were stolen, I absolutely did not believe him because there is no way someone B&Ed my house for My Little Ponies. But he chipped away at me until I went downstairs to check on them. As it turned out, they were exactly where I left them, so he got me there, too. And you want to know the real kicker? I am pretty sure these both happened on the same day. So, going back to the original subject of the paragraph, I can't say that if John had tried to convince me of the automatic door thing, that I wouldn't have believed him.
Alright, it's 4 a.m. (Almost) I am definitely going to try to get some shut eye.
But before I go to sleep, I might set my alarm for an hour later. Good thing I took a shower today because I would not want to take one tomorrow.
I think a Starbucks Vanilla Doubleshot + Energy is in store for me tomorrow morning. But who knows because those things make me feel really sick. But at the same time, so wide awake for hours and hours.
If only time flew like a dove.
(When I typed that ^, it felt appropriate for the situation. Now that I'm reading it, I don't even understand what it means. Maybe if the rest of the lyric were with it: If only time flew like a dove, then we can watch it fly and just keep looking up. HALLELUJAH!)
Sometimes I wish I could speak Spanish only for the sole reason of being able to fully understand what was happening on Telemundo. Even with not being able to understand what they are saying, Telemundo hands down has the wackiest programing on TV.
Emily--I remember the FML entry that I thought was hilarious:
"Today, my older brother told me that no matter how fast you run at automatic sliding doors, they'll open in time. So I ran at a pair. They don't."
What an idiot. But, I have to say, I have been duped many a time by my older brother. Like the time he walked in my closet and came back out and then convinced me he had turned into an alien version of himself. Or when he told me someone broke into our house and stole my collection of My Little Ponies. I played both situations off nonchalantly, like there was no way he could convince me into believing such ridiculous things. But, both times, he did convince a little part of me. As for the alien thing, there was no way he could prove to me he was an alien and there was no way I could prove he wasn't, so I was a little torn. But not too much, because there was no way my brother turned into an alien. (Or did he?) And, when he told me my ponies were stolen, I absolutely did not believe him because there is no way someone B&Ed my house for My Little Ponies. But he chipped away at me until I went downstairs to check on them. As it turned out, they were exactly where I left them, so he got me there, too. And you want to know the real kicker? I am pretty sure these both happened on the same day. So, going back to the original subject of the paragraph, I can't say that if John had tried to convince me of the automatic door thing, that I wouldn't have believed him.
Alright, it's 4 a.m. (Almost) I am definitely going to try to get some shut eye.
But before I go to sleep, I might set my alarm for an hour later. Good thing I took a shower today because I would not want to take one tomorrow.
I think a Starbucks Vanilla Doubleshot + Energy is in store for me tomorrow morning. But who knows because those things make me feel really sick. But at the same time, so wide awake for hours and hours.
If only time flew like a dove.
(When I typed that ^, it felt appropriate for the situation. Now that I'm reading it, I don't even understand what it means. Maybe if the rest of the lyric were with it: If only time flew like a dove, then we can watch it fly and just keep looking up. HALLELUJAH!)