I'm gonna now write about something I don't understand--sleep!
I can't ever sleep! Ever! I am forever the insomniac.
There's nothing to do when I'm trying to sleep. I can't look at
anything, I can't play with anything. And it's just weird. Sleep is
really weird. In essence, I'm afraid to sleep because of the
thoughts that run through my head right before.
For example--never mind. Let's just say they compensate for all
the happy coolness I like to project in the daytime. It's my
subconscience's way of saying, "You're too happy! Stop it! Stop it
right now! Here are some sad thoughts for you to cry about!
Bwahahahaha!!!" *evil*
Sleeping is a waste of time. Eight whole hours! Or in my case,
five. Whatever. But still! Such a waste! I don't know. My entire
day is all spaced out, and then it gets around late afternoon,
and I finally feel alive. Why should I cut my day's longevity short
for the sake of sleep? It's retarded.
Yeah, it's like 10:30 right now. I really kind of want to sleep right
now, because my head is just heavy like that, but then there's all
that weekend homework that I didn't do, and I kind of keep
myself awake to say that I am giving myself a chance to do it.
Even though I won't. Sleeping stops you from doing your
homework.
I do, though, look forward to dreaming. My next-door
neighbor/creative writing teacher Mr. Ramm says that I will never
need drugs. The only thing that sucks is, dreams only happen if I
get around a number of hours of sleep that is divisible by three.
Preferably nine. Nine is the perfect amount. That's the only time I
wake up on my own without an alarm.
Unfortunately, nine hours only happens on the weekend. If I were
to attempt getting nine hours of sleep on a school night, with zero
period especially, I'd be asleep by seven thirty. P.M.
This topic sucks. Why did I think of it? There are like, two things to
say about it. Anyway. I should draw again someday. And stop
going online. Because that's just retarded.
What should I draw? Hmm...
