Curiouser and curiouser
So, I wake up this morning not at 6:15 by my alarm as usual, but at 7:35 by Megan going, "Shouldn't you be up and ready by now?"
I said, "SHIT MOTHER FUCKER!" and then RAN, got ready in record speed, and just managed to catch the bus. Yeeeeeah, I think I prefer my traditional way of rising.
Now, I'm OCD about my alarm, and Megan herself watched me set it, and then check it three times before bed last night. What happened, you may ask? Well, it appears that once again, I have been sleepwalking. I've done this a few times before, and on the rare occasion (like today) I have shut off my alarm if I'm dreaming that I'm waking up and getting ready. I hate it when this happens.
Generally about once a year if I'm really over-tired, nocturnal strolling occurs.
Let us do a countdown of the best sleepwalking/talking moments (that I know of).
5.) Freshman year in college I took a nap in the middle of the day, and when my lovely roommate Janine entered and asked why I was sleeping, I sat up, tried to tell her that I was just resting my eyes (although it didn't quite come out right) and then laid back down when she told me that I was still asleep.
4.) About a week ago, Megan was watching tv before going to sleep and heard me saying, "Son of a bitch, son of a bitch!" over and over again.
3.) I strolled through my parents' bedroom around midnight when I was 13, asking about clams.
2.) I strolled through my parents' bedroom around 4 a.m. when I was 16, and took a shower in their bathroom, and then went back to bed. They asked what I was doing, and since I didn't answer coherently (nor was I wearing clothes) they figured it was best just to see me back to my room and not wake me.
1.) I wake up in the morning when I'm about 15 and find that a.) my mattress is lying perpendicular to the bed, b.) I am nude, and my nightclothes are in a pile in the hallway, and c.) there are two pages ripped off from my Harry Potter day calendar.
On a different note, I was happy to discover a friend in my ginormous psychology class today, a dear dear friend who I just met in the 24 hour play festival--a one Mr. Philip Noonan. I like him because he reminds me of Dante, and his last name is fun to say.
Nooooooooonan.
The 24 hour play festival turned out really well, although the dress rehearsal left me initially with some doubts. Oh well. I suppose that's what dress rehearsals are for. I got to play Bridezilla Cinderella, and got to roll on the floor in Megan's frilly skirt and a white T-shirt a wedding dress and a piece of cardboard on my head gold crown, while throttling Kelsey I-don't-know-her-last-name's my shoe. I screamed a lot, and felt like I was !!!!OVER-ACTING!!!! but Tina said it was in my head. I was really surprised I didn't lose my voice. It was a really fun show about the Disney princesses, filled to the brim with ridiculousness. Jasmine was a WHOOOOORE, Sleeping Beauty was a DRUUUUUUNK, and Belle was also sort of a WHOOOOOORE sexually frustrated. Tina directed, for which I was eternally grateful. She's strict, so we listen (because generally actors don't), but in return she listens to us and really works with us to make the character playable. Every time I see her, I like her more and more.
I also had my first radio show last night and it went very well. Apart from the fact that I had some technical difficulty for the first song of the show, the rest went without a hitch. I think I could really get used to it. Phil and I were dancing a little bit in the studio. Come by and stare at The Awkward That Is Us if'n ya wants.
Phil is also considering changing his name to Smith Philips, which I think is FANTASTIC, and very, very badass. It probably won't happen, but I still might call him that.
I said, "SHIT MOTHER FUCKER!" and then RAN, got ready in record speed, and just managed to catch the bus. Yeeeeeah, I think I prefer my traditional way of rising.
Now, I'm OCD about my alarm, and Megan herself watched me set it, and then check it three times before bed last night. What happened, you may ask? Well, it appears that once again, I have been sleepwalking. I've done this a few times before, and on the rare occasion (like today) I have shut off my alarm if I'm dreaming that I'm waking up and getting ready. I hate it when this happens.
Generally about once a year if I'm really over-tired, nocturnal strolling occurs.
Let us do a countdown of the best sleepwalking/talking moments (that I know of).
5.) Freshman year in college I took a nap in the middle of the day, and when my lovely roommate Janine entered and asked why I was sleeping, I sat up, tried to tell her that I was just resting my eyes (although it didn't quite come out right) and then laid back down when she told me that I was still asleep.
4.) About a week ago, Megan was watching tv before going to sleep and heard me saying, "Son of a bitch, son of a bitch!" over and over again.
3.) I strolled through my parents' bedroom around midnight when I was 13, asking about clams.
2.) I strolled through my parents' bedroom around 4 a.m. when I was 16, and took a shower in their bathroom, and then went back to bed. They asked what I was doing, and since I didn't answer coherently (nor was I wearing clothes) they figured it was best just to see me back to my room and not wake me.
1.) I wake up in the morning when I'm about 15 and find that a.) my mattress is lying perpendicular to the bed, b.) I am nude, and my nightclothes are in a pile in the hallway, and c.) there are two pages ripped off from my Harry Potter day calendar.
On a different note, I was happy to discover a friend in my ginormous psychology class today, a dear dear friend who I just met in the 24 hour play festival--a one Mr. Philip Noonan. I like him because he reminds me of Dante, and his last name is fun to say.
Nooooooooonan.
The 24 hour play festival turned out really well, although the dress rehearsal left me initially with some doubts. Oh well. I suppose that's what dress rehearsals are for. I got to play Bridezilla Cinderella, and got to roll on the floor in Megan's frilly skirt and a white T-shirt a wedding dress and a piece of cardboard on my head gold crown, while throttling Kelsey I-don't-know-her-last-name's my shoe. I screamed a lot, and felt like I was !!!!OVER-ACTING!!!! but Tina said it was in my head. I was really surprised I didn't lose my voice. It was a really fun show about the Disney princesses, filled to the brim with ridiculousness. Jasmine was a WHOOOOORE, Sleeping Beauty was a DRUUUUUUNK, and Belle was also sort of a WHOOOOOORE sexually frustrated. Tina directed, for which I was eternally grateful. She's strict, so we listen (because generally actors don't), but in return she listens to us and really works with us to make the character playable. Every time I see her, I like her more and more.
I also had my first radio show last night and it went very well. Apart from the fact that I had some technical difficulty for the first song of the show, the rest went without a hitch. I think I could really get used to it. Phil and I were dancing a little bit in the studio. Come by and stare at The Awkward That Is Us if'n ya wants.
Phil is also considering changing his name to Smith Philips, which I think is FANTASTIC, and very, very badass. It probably won't happen, but I still might call him that.