18.6.04
Wow, I had a weird night last night.
I went all spastic again for the second time in like...two weeks. Except this time it was depressed self-pity spastic instead of angry pissed-off confused spastic. I prefer the latter...because I can laugh at it all later. I reread what I posted last night and I'm like...wow, I went all spastic there.
I got another pair of boy's shorts when I went shopping. Because girl's shorts are stupid. These shorts are black, and they come down to my knees, and they have strings hanging off the back of the cargo pockets. The strings came down to the floor, and I was thinking, "Okay, definately going to trip on those", so I cut them so they are only like...2 or 3 inches below my knees.
And then I came back from shopping, which was when I went all spastic. I went to bed around 11 or 11:30, and I was reading for a while. Every now and then I thought I was getting tired so I stopped reading, but I was just insanely overtired. It was weird, like, whenever I stopped reading, I would be lying on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed, staring up at the ceiling, just talking out loud to myself. Some of it was about what was confusing me so much earlier before I went to bed, but I would be laughing hysterically about it because everything seems SO much funnier when you're overtired. But every now and then I'd come out with something completely random. At one point I picked up the bottle of advil that was on the table next to my bed. I stared at it for a minute. Then I said, "I really want to throw something. I could throw this at the window. If I threw this at the window, it would hit the window. It would scare away all the bugs that are on the other side of the window. But it would also make a loud noise. And that's not cool." I fell asleep sometime after 3:00. I woke up this morning around 9 or 9:30, with the light still on, my glasses still on, and my open book and the bottle of advil still next to me on the bed.
I vaguely remember sneaking downstairs around midnight and taking a bottle of fruit20 and a chocolate mocha crunch bar up to my room. mmm...caffeine. I remember thinking that it was keeping me awake, but I read the ingredients on the wrapper and it said it had decaf coffee in it. I remember thinking, "nooooo..." and then I tried to eat the wrapper. It didn't taste very good.
Isn't it so weird when your overtired and everything makes SO much sense? Like, you'll be talking to yourself and you say something that makes NO sense whatsoever, and you'll be thinking that it is the most brilliant thing you've ever thought of. And you sit there, thinking about what you just said, and then you start laughing your ass off because it makes SO much sense. And you are absolutely brilliant. And then you wake up later and wonder what was going on.
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I went all spastic again for the second time in like...two weeks. Except this time it was depressed self-pity spastic instead of angry pissed-off confused spastic. I prefer the latter...because I can laugh at it all later. I reread what I posted last night and I'm like...wow, I went all spastic there.
I got another pair of boy's shorts when I went shopping. Because girl's shorts are stupid. These shorts are black, and they come down to my knees, and they have strings hanging off the back of the cargo pockets. The strings came down to the floor, and I was thinking, "Okay, definately going to trip on those", so I cut them so they are only like...2 or 3 inches below my knees.
And then I came back from shopping, which was when I went all spastic. I went to bed around 11 or 11:30, and I was reading for a while. Every now and then I thought I was getting tired so I stopped reading, but I was just insanely overtired. It was weird, like, whenever I stopped reading, I would be lying on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed, staring up at the ceiling, just talking out loud to myself. Some of it was about what was confusing me so much earlier before I went to bed, but I would be laughing hysterically about it because everything seems SO much funnier when you're overtired. But every now and then I'd come out with something completely random. At one point I picked up the bottle of advil that was on the table next to my bed. I stared at it for a minute. Then I said, "I really want to throw something. I could throw this at the window. If I threw this at the window, it would hit the window. It would scare away all the bugs that are on the other side of the window. But it would also make a loud noise. And that's not cool." I fell asleep sometime after 3:00. I woke up this morning around 9 or 9:30, with the light still on, my glasses still on, and my open book and the bottle of advil still next to me on the bed.
I vaguely remember sneaking downstairs around midnight and taking a bottle of fruit20 and a chocolate mocha crunch bar up to my room. mmm...caffeine. I remember thinking that it was keeping me awake, but I read the ingredients on the wrapper and it said it had decaf coffee in it. I remember thinking, "nooooo..." and then I tried to eat the wrapper. It didn't taste very good.
Isn't it so weird when your overtired and everything makes SO much sense? Like, you'll be talking to yourself and you say something that makes NO sense whatsoever, and you'll be thinking that it is the most brilliant thing you've ever thought of. And you sit there, thinking about what you just said, and then you start laughing your ass off because it makes SO much sense. And you are absolutely brilliant. And then you wake up later and wonder what was going on.
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