It's Midnight Thirty

Yeah, so I went upstairs to read and go to bed and stuff at like 9:30, turned off my light at 10:20 like I should and I lay in bed until I couldn't stand it anymore. Now I'm down stairs in the compy room writing this on the lap top. Can you say insomnia? Actually I don't really blame you too much if you can't, considering it's not too common of a word and it looks funny. Augh, this post is really going to be random ranting and I probably won't remember doing this in the morning, so it will be funny looking at this tomorrow and editing all of my typos. Seriously, you can't blame me for being fuzzy-headed.

I stubbed my toe, well my whole foot really hard and it's turning purple. Some friendly advice: when making a stealthy escapade down stairs in the middle of the night when you're not thinking clearly, don't hit your foot on the nearest and spikiest banister-base-edge. Just don't. It hurts. Trust me. And you might just wake everybody else up with your cursing.

Yeah, so I'm still awake and I'm not really that tired. Like I feel like talking animatedly to somebody, so that's why I'm doing this post. To keep freaking sane. It would be funny if I logged on gmail and some of my friends were on there, oops I tried and nobody else is still awake. I wonder why the heck not! The night is young! Relatively!

This is sorta what I mean on my livejournal account where I said that my interests were "sleeping" and "not sleeping". Sleeping is nice when you have a flexible 14 hour time period to do it and can get to sleep right away, but when your so crushed for time, like on good nights like this evening where I finished my homework by 8 and was able to get to bed relatively early and have to wake up unpleasantly at like O-dark-hundred then it's not that great. Not that I'd rather be here typing insanely away on my blog but oh well.

I might be fast asleep right now if I didn't keep on having these freaking dreams that I was stepping on a piece of ice, slipping and falling backwards to get that "jolt" awake thing. Those things are just as good as electric shocks.

Is it time for breakfast yet? I'm freaking starving. Anyway. I think I hear my dog attacking her bed, so this is what she does when we are sleeping. I think the bed is winning, honestly.

My "Dealing with Dragons" alarm just went off in my head. If I read a really good book for the first time, then almost exactly a year later I think that I should reread it. I have a long list of books that were my wintertime books. I don't know how I fit freaking all of them. Holy crap. But they're all so good. Lol.

While I keep on complaining about pretty much everything, I might as well mention that my fore-arms hurt like he-ckola. The short story is that I was climbing a tree when there wasn't any snow and I ended up slipping, and putting all of my weight on my arms, twisting around and hitting my back on the trunk of the tree. But we had to do volleyball today. At least H, who's not my gym teacher, but taught us today anyway, isn't a sadist. Might as well being, considering everything in volleyball ignites the Tree's Revenge as I call it. Well ever since... now. I've said that. I don't know. We were taking chairs down at knowledge masters a few weeks or so ago and hurt like he-ckola and I was like "holy crap" and dropped the chair. It must've looked pretty stoopy.

I thought this might help consume my energy, but it hasn't. Maybe blogging has caffeine in it. I'll have to check the label. Okay whatever, I will stop burning the eyes of who's ever reading this and go like read or something. Sorry. Maybe I won't post this.

Ha, I'm editing this and it's the next morning. I was pretty (the typing form of) inarticulate and a little bit vulgar. I do remember doing this, and I got to sleep at around 1 wake up at O-dark-hundred and that's like 5-6 hours of sleep. I'll try not to bite anybody's head off at school, but that will be the stupid lower life forms in my LRT and not you guys. So that's why I'll have brain tendrils and blood coming out of my mouth when I get on the bus. I'll have bitten somebody's head off for being pathetic and stupid. I wonder if that would hold up in court. "Gentlemen and Ladies of the jury, I decapitated my opponent not because I was hungry, but because my opponent was stupid and confused." No, I really don't think it would. I'll be good.