Siesta-ing to the end

Oh hey, today my mom saw that I was tired when I was about to go deliver my newspapers, so she told me to lay down for a while. I asked if her if she could tell me when 10 minutes had passed because I needed to go do my work. She said that I should just try falling asleep. I did, and boy oh boy did I fall asleep. First came the drifty feelings. Then a one second blackout. Then I just sat there, on the comfortable couch waiting to fall asleep. After a while I asked my mom to tell me what time it was. I had started my rest at 4:00, and she told me it was 4:50. I freaked out and she told me that I actually fell asleep and was snoring for a while.

Ps, siestas are the same as powernaps, but they sound less retarded.

Time is stupid

If everything went the way it should, a day would last 26 hours and the year would be longer. But it doesn't, so time flies too fast and I age like a flippant tomato (see?! Even my idioms are stupid) who thinks everyone else has it wrong. Well, they do, but that isn't the point. Time passes too fast when the brain is occupied because time is relative to the individual's experiences, meaning that the astronaut aging thing is true; yet very, very ridiculous. If all was right, and none was wrong, I'd be king o' the world and living on a mountain in a wonderfully decorated zombie bunker surrounded by zombies but filled with supplies, people, and food. Also, gas would be useless and no one would have to worry about the environment because it would take care of its damned self for once and let the common folk worry about important things, like reproduction and work.

The first of 2010

Today is the first day of twenty-ten. We won't be seeing those cool novelty glasses with the zeroes as eyes till the year 3000, so we may as well get used to having a weird thin slit on the left eye for 9 more years.

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I stayed up till almost three, with a party at my house. I ate food. I drank champagne (not tasty).

Late, later, latening

I find it rather interesting that it is almost eleven at night and I am writing in my web journal. This is interesting because I usually try to fall asleep at this point. I am able to write away from the computer because I have discovered a really cool app for my iPod that lets me write to my account (I tried using the web browser, no luck) and I find that awesome.
So, I'm really wired cause I had some great homemade chocolate, but there was/ is too muh cocoa, so...

Holy crap I'm so un-tired!

Twenty Three Hours of Fun

I just had a really fun 23 hours. It started Saturday at 5pm, and it ended today at 4pm.
There was a party, and the boys were out-numbered by girls. I left the party at 10:47pm.
Then today I went to Bellingham (shopping) with my family. It was my brother and sister's first time in America. But then when we got home it all went downhill.

The war is ...

There is a war going on in a game I play. An official war.
The game is Team fortress 2, and it is awesome.

Who cares about schedules? Not me.

I've stopped caring about the set schedule of when I have to write in my journal that I don't treat as a journal™. My Socialifizication skills are through the roof right now, otherwise known as +32 points right now. There's this one kid I know that's at -43, but you probably wouldn't know him, because his name starts with a 'J' and ends with... an 'E'.

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For scorn, and seven ears ago,
Our "FORE!" fathers set foot on the land of dreams, opportunity, and hope. Actually, scratch those last two, only dreams. It is called dreamland, and it can be visited in your dreams.
"In my dreams?" you may ask.
"Yes, in your dreams," I would reply, then I would walk away briskly to prevent further discussion with such an imbecile.

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I'm talking about dreams; which usually happen whilst a person is sleeping. Some people say they don't dream, but actually, they just don't remember when they wake up. You know the saying of 'if you remember your dream 3 seconds after you wake up, you'll remember it vividly forever,' Well, I just made that up, so you shouldn't remember it.

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Who invented the idea of us being able to dream? Is it just a recollection of past events thrust upon us in a new light? Am I going mad?