A VIEW FROM THE FERRIS WHEEL AT THE STATE FAIRi thought i had another energy drink in the fridge. figures. so apparently it's 4 in the morning. and apparently i am the epitome of a slacker. and apparently i am going to write this blog stream-o-conscience style. just how i was wishing for a pen and paper during my last all-nighter, finally i've got things under control. thank you gateway. thank you dad. thank you nineteenth birthday. let's see how long i can keep this going. this collective of thoughts. this virtual tome of sleep deprived, mental activity. oh the joy that is mental consciousness. oh brilliant, brilliant mind of mine. my pride and my joy. my greatest gift and my supreme downfall:
a conclusion is an introduction reversed. reversed or re-versed? i'm loving itunes right about now. seriously. how many different ways can i say the same thing? that is the question of the night as i piece together a paper that could possibly keep me from failing my english class. why have i reverted back to my old tendencies? and how can amber sleep through all of this noise. not physical noise. oh no. mental. purely mental. my thoughts are becoming keystrokes and letters and words and sentences before my very eyes. no sleep now. sleep is for the light of heart. for those who have no value of time. how much of it i have wasted in my seemingly short life. i have passed that point for sleep and now am within the clutches of mild deprivation. where is my cyanide coffee mug? a pot sounds good right about now. heavily caffeinated and ready to roll.
he taught me how to blow smoke rings. i cleaned out his closet. i let him drive my car. he allows me control of his stereo. we are a match made in heaven. i hope he's asleep right now. and i hope he reads this tomorrow.
last sip of the guava rockstar gone. apparently it's 70% juice and 30% energy. whatever that means. i'm debating seriously on whether or not to walk down to the shell station to get some more. denton is full of crazies at this fine hour.
okay. it's nearly six now. remarkable how quickly time has passed me by. i'm not feeling quite as well as i was two hours ago, but at least the work is getting done. i think eddie was fairly convinced a few hours ago that i was on meth. oh no my love. not so. i hear the stirrings now of early morning risers and crack of dawn runners. and here i am. still consumed with thoughts from the night before. the night before. the morning after. where does it all begin and end? with sleep i suppose. and what if there was no sleep? think of all that would become accomplished in the world. think of the results. if only this clarity of mind which i obtain only in the early hours of morning were universal. the sun is just beginning to rise, and i don't believe that i have ever seen it this foggy outside. the fog is immensely thick. it's a bit past 8 now and amber should be waking up shortly. i'm pretty sure that i have everything done. my back is aching again and i could really go for another energy drink. i hope that they day doesn't wear me down. and i hope that i am able to find a job later today. that would be really good.
a conclusion is an introduction reversed. reversed or re-versed? i'm loving itunes right about now. seriously. how many different ways can i say the same thing? that is the question of the night as i piece together a paper that could possibly keep me from failing my english class. why have i reverted back to my old tendencies? and how can amber sleep through all of this noise. not physical noise. oh no. mental. purely mental. my thoughts are becoming keystrokes and letters and words and sentences before my very eyes. no sleep now. sleep is for the light of heart. for those who have no value of time. how much of it i have wasted in my seemingly short life. i have passed that point for sleep and now am within the clutches of mild deprivation. where is my cyanide coffee mug? a pot sounds good right about now. heavily caffeinated and ready to roll.
he taught me how to blow smoke rings. i cleaned out his closet. i let him drive my car. he allows me control of his stereo. we are a match made in heaven. i hope he's asleep right now. and i hope he reads this tomorrow.last sip of the guava rockstar gone. apparently it's 70% juice and 30% energy. whatever that means. i'm debating seriously on whether or not to walk down to the shell station to get some more. denton is full of crazies at this fine hour.
okay. it's nearly six now. remarkable how quickly time has passed me by. i'm not feeling quite as well as i was two hours ago, but at least the work is getting done. i think eddie was fairly convinced a few hours ago that i was on meth. oh no my love. not so. i hear the stirrings now of early morning risers and crack of dawn runners. and here i am. still consumed with thoughts from the night before. the night before. the morning after. where does it all begin and end? with sleep i suppose. and what if there was no sleep? think of all that would become accomplished in the world. think of the results. if only this clarity of mind which i obtain only in the early hours of morning were universal. the sun is just beginning to rise, and i don't believe that i have ever seen it this foggy outside. the fog is immensely thick. it's a bit past 8 now and amber should be waking up shortly. i'm pretty sure that i have everything done. my back is aching again and i could really go for another energy drink. i hope that they day doesn't wear me down. and i hope that i am able to find a job later today. that would be really good.
3 comments:
Nights like that bring back memories of high school for me.
I enjoy sleeping. I'm glad it exists. You're going to end up pulling your hair out. YOGA TIME!
Yeah, I know she is. She's so pathetically desperate, it's sickening. He came over last night and I told him that we couldn't see each other until after he fully ended things with her. That'll make him get a move on it.
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