February 27, 2003 :: 11:39 p.m.
I'm sorry, I thought you was corn
Ow. I just bit my tongue. It never made a whole lot of sense to me that getting my tongue pierced didn't hurt at all when biting it even just a little hurts like a mofo. Not that I'm complaining or anything - more often than not, I'm not much for the pain. But it's weird.
I took a walk tonight, a decently long one. Listening to my new/old Letters to Cleo CD and watching the yellow glow of the streetlights filtering through the fine, nearly-invisible snow. It was nice. I think I may make it a nightly ritual. I saw a lot of very pretty things that I wanted to take pictures of, but I didn't feel like going inside to get my camera. I figure that the streetlights and the trees aren't going to be closing up shop and taking off for Bermuda anytime soon, so I can just do it tomorrow night.
I started this thing at 11:39 p.m., and it is now 1:13 in the morning. Damn, I'm slow. And also very easily distracted.
Adam and I went over to visit the swans at the big pond, and got 10 o' clock snacks at the student center. I had half of a strawberry banana smoothie - it was yummy delicious. The other half is sitting in my fridge, waiting to be enjoyed another day. Possibly tomorrow. Here's hoping it doesn't absorb the cold chinese food smell that constantly permeates my room and everything in it. Because... yuck.
I should really be in bed now, what with the breakfast at 8:30 and such, but I'm just not tired anymore. I was exhausted earlier, when I first came downstairs to get ready for bed, but now it's gone. I'm not energized, but I'm not ready to pass out, either. I'm stuck someplace in-between, hovering in some strange sleep limbo, waiting for one side to outweigh the other. This always happens. I can be dead on my feet, but as soon as I get in bed I'm wide awake. Or it can be after midnight on a day when I only got 5 hours of sleep and I have to get up at 7:45 in the morning, and I know I should be anxious to lie down and get some rest, but I'm not. And stranger still is that once I'm sleep, I'm seriously, completely, "oh my god, I think she's dead" asleep. Someone could be waving 6 million dollars in my face, shouting at me that if I wake up for just a second I can have the money, and I wouldn't wake up. Once I'm asleep, I'm gone. But as soon as I wake up, I cannot get back to sleep. It takes hours, if it happens at all. This morning I got up and went to class, completely intending to go straight back to bed afterward. But I didn't, because as tired as I was, I couldn't fall asleep. It was impossible.
And as I sit here mulling over my bizarre sleeping habits, I get tired. How ironic. Only not. It's more along the lines of "very annoying and yet a welcome change." So I think I'm going to stop babbling and go brush my teeth and stuff. If I can even find a space on the counter to put my freaking toothpaste, that is. People fill their dirty dishes with water and then leave them all over the bathroom for weeks on end. It's disgusting. Not, however, as disgusting as some of the tales Adam has told me about his floor's bathroom, so I'll count myself among the fortunate.
'Night, all.
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