c3childs: (long day)
It maybe called psychosis. That was first semester stuff. Although, if you don't sleep enough you could become psychotic and that's how that one guy end up stabbing his wife...or something.

Point: I haven't been getting enough sleep this week. Sunday, before evening service of church, I had some coffee, and didn't really sleep that night. Just sort of laid there for hours and hours and hours...

Then Monday, I didn't have coffee. It's always hard for me to fall asleep though.

Tuesday, for some stupid reason I don't understand, I woke up at like 3:40 in the A.M. I couldn't figure out what woke me up. I mean, Wide Awake. There was no reason why I should have woken up. It was dead quiet, but the heater was running and made it a little warm so maybe that's why. Thing is, I didn't really get back to sleep 'til around five, I don't know. It's make me miss the owl a little bit. At least then, there was a reason, and there was something I could focus my hatred and resentment for my interruption of sleep on.

 Then I woke up at 6:30. I should have killed my stupid phone.

I'm thinking that apparently, I'm still prone to sugar rushes and fits of hilarity (Like when people are on crack or whatever and everything's funny and they can't stop moving or talking. And then everything just gets super chill. Except with me, I still have the underlying crazy energy) or something because I ate a lot of chocolate (Mom got bags and put them on the table. I also apparently have no self-control). So I'm thinking I got maybe three hours last night before waking up at 6:30.

And now I'm here, at school, on break for 3 hours until my class at twelve. At least we only have to take a test and get out. Or at least, I hope she doesn't lecture us. Aw crap, she's probably going to lecture us.

So tired. So very, very unhappy.
c3childs: (deadshot_coffee)
My mom has this thing about her sweet tea needing one or two blocks of ice, depending on whether it's half a glass or full. I am the kid that's here most times. I'm the one she sends to fetch whatever it is she wants. I know. I know that you want the ice in there first. You don't have to say it. I said as much to her.
Then she said something like, she does have to tell me; the ice floats.
And I agreed. The ice does float; that's what it does. That was me being a bit sarcastic, but I held back. I left out the part about, ice floating is the entire reason the Titanic went down. So good for me. I deserve a cookie. But really, I think she sometimes does these things just to annoy me. 'Cause she's a mean, old lady. Even Dad says it. But we mean it with love; it can't be anything else. At this point, after this long, anything else isn't really an option.


Sep. 29th, 2011 08:59 am
c3childs: (Default)
i have a test in 3hrs for urinalysis(did i spell that right?). So I'm doing some last hour studying. Then after the test, we all get to pee in a cup - not the same one of course. Defeats the purpose - and put stuff in it to see if it changes colors and trw not to fall asleep on Caldwell. You wouldnt believe how hard that is. Also, posting from your phone ain't much worth it. Thumb cramps...

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