who needs drugs.
just don't sleep.
you'll hallucinate.
goodnight for a bit.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Faceobok, Twitter and a Blog?! WHy?
So I officially now have a facebook that I obsessively check, a twitter I obsessively update and a blog.
This must be a substitution for something more real in my life, but its ok. Its also a wonderful procrastination device, and I assume, a good "outlet" if I actually start to write on here.
I love sleeping. I am obsessed with making sure I get it- which... isn't good either because sometimes that leads to worrying about why I'm not falling asleep which leads me to ... not. I think its called insomnia. hahahaha. Yea. Well I don't have insomnia, but I may have like the smallest little smidge of it. But LAST NIGHT. I slept for two hours. I have been OUT of bed since 6:30 doing my take home exams which are due in 3 hours. I should finish them now.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I didn't sleep because I was worried about them, I drank last night because it was last day of classes and I bend to peer pressure, and I ate lots of cappuccino flavored cookies at 12:30 am...
This has the most pleasing size and font while you write. Its lovely!
I am listening on my iPod to Betty Buckley singing: Come On, Come On. Its so beautiful.
Some people remember the first time, some can't forget the last
Some just select what they want to from the past
It's a song you danced to in high school, it's a moon you tried to bring down
On a four in the morning drive through the streets of town
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
It's a photograph taken in Paris at the end of the honeymoon
In 1948, late in the month of June
Your parents smile for the camera in sienna shades of light
Now you're older than they were then that summer night
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
It's a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused
It's a loss you never get over the first time you lose
And tonight I am thinking of someone twenty years ago
We rode in his daddy's car down the River Road
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
its originally by Mary Chapin Carpenter, her rendition is great. But Betty Buckley.... ooof. Can't beat it.
I need to go to my work. And then I need to sleep all day.
This must be a substitution for something more real in my life, but its ok. Its also a wonderful procrastination device, and I assume, a good "outlet" if I actually start to write on here.
I love sleeping. I am obsessed with making sure I get it- which... isn't good either because sometimes that leads to worrying about why I'm not falling asleep which leads me to ... not. I think its called insomnia. hahahaha. Yea. Well I don't have insomnia, but I may have like the smallest little smidge of it. But LAST NIGHT. I slept for two hours. I have been OUT of bed since 6:30 doing my take home exams which are due in 3 hours. I should finish them now.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I didn't sleep because I was worried about them, I drank last night because it was last day of classes and I bend to peer pressure, and I ate lots of cappuccino flavored cookies at 12:30 am...
This has the most pleasing size and font while you write. Its lovely!
I am listening on my iPod to Betty Buckley singing: Come On, Come On. Its so beautiful.
Some people remember the first time, some can't forget the last
Some just select what they want to from the past
It's a song you danced to in high school, it's a moon you tried to bring down
On a four in the morning drive through the streets of town
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
It's a photograph taken in Paris at the end of the honeymoon
In 1948, late in the month of June
Your parents smile for the camera in sienna shades of light
Now you're older than they were then that summer night
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
It's a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused
It's a loss you never get over the first time you lose
And tonight I am thinking of someone twenty years ago
We rode in his daddy's car down the River Road
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
its originally by Mary Chapin Carpenter, her rendition is great. But Betty Buckley.... ooof. Can't beat it.
I need to go to my work. And then I need to sleep all day.
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