So. As of the past month or so, my normal sleeping schedule has been flipped upside down. Normally, I get up at least around 8:30 AM, if not 6:00 AM or earlier, and I go to bed around 10:00 or 10:30 PM. But recently it's been the exact opposite! I have been staying up until 4:00 AM or so and not getting up until 11:00 AM or 12:00 PM! One day I actually stayed up until 5:00 AM. That was a huge deal for me because just a year ago, that was when I was waking up!! I have never felt more undisciplined in my life!! I feel like I have reached the pinnacle of my.......... It's just bad, okay?!?! Very, very, very bad!! I feel so ashamed of the lack of control I have over myself!
I am a morning person. I NEED to get up early in order to accomplish things. When I wake up very late like I have been, I can't convince myself to take a shower right away because "I've already lost the jump-start on my day," once I've taken a shower I can't start getting stuff done because "I've already wasted the majority of my day," and later in the day (and now the night) when I'm just killing time before supper/bed I can't bring myself to work on things or do ANYTHING of ANY importance or usefulness, really, because "I've wasted all of my day today so I might as well just enjoy having a lazy day and I'll work hard and get stuff done tomorrow." It's a cycle of undisciplined-laziness! And I don't have enough will power to break the cycle! Goddamn this Dryer of Truths. Someday I WILL OVERCOME YOU!!!
... I'm sorry. I'm so weird. Sorry you had to see that.
So yeah. I have nothing to report because I have literally done nothing for the past few weeks. Well not literally... but I have metaphorically done nothing for the past few weeks. Because I have a busy and fulfilling life. (SARCASM)
OH! Actually there has been something! There is a car that I saw once a long time ago that I fell in love with. Now, here is something you should know: I am a girl. Being a (somewhat) normal person, I don't fall into every stereotype whose category I fall into, but in this case it is the utter truth. I am a girl, and like all girls out there (not), I know absolutely nothing about cars. Nothing. In fact, I call everything a car. This includes trucks, vans,... mini-vans,... cara-vans (?),.... Basically, I am the absolute epitome of that stereotype. So when I fell in love with this car, I had no way of knowing what kind of car it was to look it up, not even the basics of car identification! All I could tell people was that it was a kind of old-fashioned car with a long front, and circular head-lights. That was it. Friends and family tried to help, people who were much more car-savvy than I, but alas, it was to no avail. I had no hope of ever finding that car again. BUT! After doing a little research on the internet and surfing through countless photos, I FOUND IT.
Apparently it's a "1974 Jaguar convertible E-Type." Isn't it BEAUTIFUL?!?! I was so excited when I found it. Being picky, I wish it didn't have those... black things sticking out in the front, but oh well. It's GORGEOUS!!! I wish I had the money and confidence to buy it and drive it everywhere. But I'm afraid even if I was able to find and buy it it would break down easily, not to mention I'm not sure if I could drive it very well, what with the unusual shape and all. But I finally know what it is now! It's a miracle in itself that I actually found it! I felt a great sense of accomplishment when I did. It was amazing!
That was about a week ago. Now I have to get back to the real world, where I can't wake up in a timely manner!! Curse you, Dryer of Truths!
(For some of you dimmer web-surfers, I say dryer because it's a cycle, and the dryer spins... I know, I know- I'm very clever and hilarious.)
((That was sarcasm. I'm fully aware of how un-funny I am, thank you. No need to get worked up about it.))