Good Morning, Internet! ßThat statement is dripping with sarcasm and here’s why: I hate mornings. Hate them with the burning intensity of a thousand suns. So, I know I haven’t been writing much lately and that’s because I’m at school and my time is limited and precious. I’ve become a school-crazed robot, and 20 credits don’t help—Future college students, don’t ever do this to yourself. You will learn stuff and you WILL die. In college, you have three options. Good grades, sleep, and some semblance of a social life. You can pick two. I’ve given up sleep. Unfortunately, blogging doesn’t really fit in there, but I miss declaring my inner rantings on the internet for all the world to read…So here I am, writing this post in my Journalism class, my teacher’s voice droning on and on and on...I hear him talking, but I don’t know what he’s saying. Blogging is journalism…right? Yes. Justified. Oh, on a completely unrelated note, I have created a new blog for this class. If you want to know more, go to americascaffeinebuzz.blogspot.com.
Anyway, back to mornings. They’re terrible. I hate them. Let’s face it. Mornings would be better if they happened in the afternoon. This semester, all of my classes start at 7:45 or 8:00 am. And still, on Tuesdays and Thursdays I rejoice for that extra 15 minutes. However, I am a sadistic, self-destructive psycho who wakes up way earlier than is natural for no apparent reason. I’ve essentially destroyed my ability to sleep at night. If it was possible to train yourself to become an insomniac, that is what I’ve done. I sleep better during the day than I do at night. Why? Because I wake up at freaking 4:00 am every morning, that’s why! I find it easier to focus on my homework in the wee hours of the morning because I have the attention span of a gnat…or a squirrel…on drugs. I need to do work when the world is dead and all is quiet. Otherwise, ADD will cloud my existence and I will fail at life. And now, my sleep cycle hits a wall at 4:00 am whether I want it to or not.
There is an advantage to waking up before everyone else though. My roommates will never see firsthand how strange/clumsy/awkward/retarded I am during the mornings. Seriously, I feel awake, but my brain doesn’t function properly. Here is an illustration of my most recent morning antics:
'Nuff said...
