If you ever have less than 6 hours of sleep every day, for a whole week, you end up in the new realm of tiredness. It’s only for the very special, those who stay up til the early morning and then are forced to awake in the early morning.
The rewards of being in this new realm are:
Pain in the bottom of your spine
Inability to make conversation
General collapsing on tables
Hunger pains
Overheating
Forgetting people’s names and giving them new nicknames relating to their hairstyle
Constant urge for caffeine
Inability to listen to music and concentrate on pace of walking, resulting in extremely fast pace with little or no co-ordination
Forgetting the name of the scoop in Bob The Builder, later realising it is actually called Scoop.
Unable to concentrate at random videos about injection molding.
Confusion when gay guy gives lapdance to straight guy.
One Year, Sixth Months is an amazing song by Yellowcard.
The rest of this blog will only make sense if you actually know me. Feel free to read, but you may not understand:
The reason I’m writing this, I don’t even know. It’s 4 in the morning and I’m still up. But I did the stupid thing which I do once every sixth months or so and dig through comments and messages from years ago. Usually I think, ‘I wish it were those days.’ I don’t really think that anymore. There are only individual things I miss. Two people who were my best friends I don’t even say hi to anymore. I was a really bad person to both of them, so I guess karma has a weird way of acting up. I don’t notice they’re missing when I live my life, but when I sit back and realise how good they were to me then…that’s when I miss them. But I remember being constantly confused back then about all sorts of things. I used to hang on people’s every word, I used to dream about a boy who made me betray my friends and told me I had a personality. It was the time in my life I began to lose faith in myself, which nearly caused me to see a psychologist. I took people’s problems and treated them as if they were my own. I was unbelievably honest and refused to respect authority.
Then everything changed. I won’t delve into the reason, but I became very selfish. But I didn’t even realise I was being that way…not until now. The one thing that made me happy, made everyone hate me. I didn’t even realise until a few hours ago. Something in me clicked, I channeled my feelings in different ways. I wanted to make mistakes.
I’ve learnt new things tonight. Things I was never meant to know…I wish I could go back for a moment, and let them know what I know now. Everything would be different. It’s too late though, I can’t hold anything against anybody.
I have to sing this song as part of a choir next week. It’s got so much energy…I’m gonna try and capture the moment as best I can.
Now that the emokidomfglikerawr scene has washed away, so have Panic! At The Disco’s former sound. A Fever You Could Sweat It Out sounded like an intelligent echo of Fall Out Boy’s ‘Under The Cork Tree’ so I was expecting Infinity On High’s energetic cousin. Thank f*ck it doesn’t. It’s very indie, pretty and odd.
The newest environmental initiative to save the world is to turn your lights off for one hour, between 8pm and 9pm as part of Earth Hour. For me in England, it means I’m typing in the dark. I actually might do this more often, seeing as darkness is pretty kooky. And also the only other times my house is in darkness is during powercuts, and then you don’t have the luxury of the internet. Unfortunately there is one light on in my house, because my family weren’t so supportive of the idea. Luckily, they’re all in one room. I recommend signing up for Earth Hour for more tips on how to save the world.
