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It's 8am. I'm off work today, no class until 11:30, yet I am awake. I blame work, because it gets me up at 6am, which means I fall asleep at random times throughout the day, so my internal clock becomes even more off than it was previously, and it was previously pretty off since I used to be nocturnal.
Why am I awake? More importantly, why have I been awake for two hours? 8am is not that early if you're a normal person. 6am? Just, no. I go to bed at 6 am.
When I have to go to work, I wake up initially at 5:30. It's still dark at 5:30, which is okay to a point in that it causes the delirium to begin immdiately and so gets rid of some of the OMG, why am I awake stuff. EXCEPT, yesterday I had freakish dreams about serial killers. Multiple serial killers who killed people I knew. So when my alarm went off and it was still dark and my closet door was open ever so slightly and I was very disoriented, I was so thisclose to calling into work afraid of serial killers. It was like, nope can't go to work, can't go to class, can't leave my apartment because THEY'RE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. I so did not want to be in the Quarter at the crack of dawn. But then I went to work anyway because I was just imagining how that phone conversation would go, and my boss (by which I mean one of the 729 managers that are currently working at the store) told me it was the best excuse she's ever heard for not coming to work. WELL I SHOULD HAVE USED IT THEN. I blame it on the fact I spent all weekend marathoning Six Feet Under, which, while it does not seem to have very many serial killers, does have quite a lot of dead people.
I actually went out to the Derish with a friend from work this weekend, for the first time in a long time. Well, I guess I went with executorvs last weekend, but that was just really random because Mojo's was closed. It was the first time in a long time that I went to the Dervish on purpose. It's been one of those places where I have found the large groups of people kind of psychically draining, probably not for any reason other than that I am becoming increasingly anti-social, and the places where I used to hang out are not as appealing as watching tv on dvd in my living room. I spent awhile staring at my closet in bewilderment thinking, "Do I even own Dervish appropriate clothing anymore?" I promptly drank too much, like I do, especially when I haven't eaten all day. I made out with one random boy for awhile, but then I got bored, as tends to happen. I still had a lot of fun; I need to get out more. I ran into vampgoth13 and basket__case. It was good.
Usually when I have been there lately it's eighties night, not electro-whatsitnight. (Okay, freshman year I was there every night, but those memories are pretty hazy at this point anyway). Dude, I don't know. It's all the same thing in my mind. There is one category of Dervish music - that which they play at the Dervish. My friend was disappointed by the lack of goth-industrial. I . . . don't know what that means. My gothness is so very PASTEDE ON YAY. Which, whatever, we knew that. ;)
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Happy Belated birthday to beautiful and wonderously talented kita0610. Clearly I need to check eljay more often. Also, clearly I need to check my birthday list more often, as it seems that everyone I know has had birthdays in the last two months. ( I do not have any notification thing; how does one do that?)
justhuman, peggin, sweptawaybayou, makd, dakinigrl, southernbangel, debvel, soundingsea, and _alicesprings - I got to some of you in your own journals, but I know I didn't get to all of you. I love all of you and I suck. Happy belated birthday now, omg. *g*
Why am I awake? More importantly, why have I been awake for two hours? 8am is not that early if you're a normal person. 6am? Just, no. I go to bed at 6 am.
When I have to go to work, I wake up initially at 5:30. It's still dark at 5:30, which is okay to a point in that it causes the delirium to begin immdiately and so gets rid of some of the OMG, why am I awake stuff. EXCEPT, yesterday I had freakish dreams about serial killers. Multiple serial killers who killed people I knew. So when my alarm went off and it was still dark and my closet door was open ever so slightly and I was very disoriented, I was so thisclose to calling into work afraid of serial killers. It was like, nope can't go to work, can't go to class, can't leave my apartment because THEY'RE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. I so did not want to be in the Quarter at the crack of dawn. But then I went to work anyway because I was just imagining how that phone conversation would go, and my boss (by which I mean one of the 729 managers that are currently working at the store) told me it was the best excuse she's ever heard for not coming to work. WELL I SHOULD HAVE USED IT THEN. I blame it on the fact I spent all weekend marathoning Six Feet Under, which, while it does not seem to have very many serial killers, does have quite a lot of dead people.
I actually went out to the Derish with a friend from work this weekend, for the first time in a long time. Well, I guess I went with executorvs last weekend, but that was just really random because Mojo's was closed. It was the first time in a long time that I went to the Dervish on purpose. It's been one of those places where I have found the large groups of people kind of psychically draining, probably not for any reason other than that I am becoming increasingly anti-social, and the places where I used to hang out are not as appealing as watching tv on dvd in my living room. I spent awhile staring at my closet in bewilderment thinking, "Do I even own Dervish appropriate clothing anymore?" I promptly drank too much, like I do, especially when I haven't eaten all day. I made out with one random boy for awhile, but then I got bored, as tends to happen. I still had a lot of fun; I need to get out more. I ran into vampgoth13 and basket__case. It was good.
Usually when I have been there lately it's eighties night, not electro-whatsitnight. (Okay, freshman year I was there every night, but those memories are pretty hazy at this point anyway). Dude, I don't know. It's all the same thing in my mind. There is one category of Dervish music - that which they play at the Dervish. My friend was disappointed by the lack of goth-industrial. I . . . don't know what that means. My gothness is so very PASTEDE ON YAY. Which, whatever, we knew that. ;)
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Happy Belated birthday to beautiful and wonderously talented kita0610. Clearly I need to check eljay more often. Also, clearly I need to check my birthday list more often, as it seems that everyone I know has had birthdays in the last two months. ( I do not have any notification thing; how does one do that?)
justhuman, peggin, sweptawaybayou, makd, dakinigrl, southernbangel, debvel, soundingsea, and _alicesprings - I got to some of you in your own journals, but I know I didn't get to all of you. I love all of you and I suck. Happy belated birthday now, omg. *g*