Tags: insomnia


...the way some people believe in fairy tales...

I'm trying to chill out. And August Rush is such an amazing soundtrack... I think it's helping. Hence the very AR influenced theme to this entry, just so you know. Now that we've cleared that up, let's examine why I need to relax:

My procrastination is getting out of hand... to the point where it's making me anxious. There's some important things I need to do, financially and academically, and I'm just not getting it done. PLUS I've been working everyday for the past ten days. My next day off is... next Wednesday maybe? I don't even know at this point. They need to hire some moar people, and I need to learn how to do work and life at the same time.

Nothing's gotten done writing-wise (see 2nd paragraph) so I'm hoping to work on that tomorrow. That'll make Katja happy, at least.

I'm thinking I should just go to bed. Maybe if I start having a decent sleep schedule, I can get stuff done during the day.

BRB trying that.

"She's not the sharpest... stick.......... in the barrel?"

So, I've changed my journal all around :) Fun times, let me tell ya.
Here is what I like about my parents. I just got a phone call from them (at 11:30! Mein Gott, what were they doing still awake?!?! Turns out they had just gotten back from going out and having fun. I suppose this is reason #1 that I like them XD) The big reason though, is that they are ueber supportive in a very good way. They realize I've been a big girl for a long time now. They raised me that way, to be independent. They are always supportive of whatever decision I make. They're content to let me make my own mistakes. They may give me advice, or say "Kate, that's stupid" but they won't stop me from doing whatever idiotic idea I've gotten in my head. They know I can handle myself and am willing to deal with the consequences if I do something dumb(I have sooo much practice at it ;)) And I love that. Like, with this whole failing at life/switching majors/illness/drama thing that's been going on this semester, their take on it is, "You've got your whole life to get an education. It's the knowledge that you want- the grades are just academia. Get your ducks all in a line, make a decision, and whatever you decide, we're behind you 100%. Just let us know, whatever it is." That's a direct quote from my Dad. Sorry about the weird parent-gushing, but they just made me feel better tonight and I felt like sharing.
The Coneheads is on TV right now. I've never seen this movie, perhaps watching it on mute was not a sound decision. I'm confused. NO WAY. According to this commercial there is a "Guys Gone Wild". The sequel to which is "Guys Gone Wild: Dude Where's My Pants?" I'm sorry, but that's fucking hilarious, I don't care what planet you're from. OMG NOW A CHUCK NORRIS INFOMERCIAL. Jamie once told me that Chuck Norris's tears can cure cancer, too bad he's never cried. Or something like that. LOL. Did I get it wrong? I always do w/ these things. You kids and your new fangled Chuck Norris and your rap music.
I'll tell ya, sometimes, you want people to like what you do. And then they do. And then they tell you they do. And then you freak out because you're afraid they're going to be dissapointed in anything else you do. I swear, as soon as someone compliments me I start to suck. DON'T DO IT PEOPLE YOU'LL JINX ME! Well, you'll not jinx me, I'll jinx me, because there are no such things as jinxes. It's just me freaking out. I should really stop that.
I want a popsicle.

"Success Success Success is over Why'd you have to get so fucking useless?"

Wow, I was up REALLY late last night. I drank Vault right before I wanted to go to bed and that turned out to be a poor decision on my part. Who knew?
You know, sometimes I think I'm regressing. Like, last night I was writing stuff and I had to ask a friend (yes this was Jamie as she was the only one up at 3:30 last night) if the word 'along' was one word or two. Her response was, I believe, "And you got a 5 on your AP English test...?". So that tells you how much stake you can put in that kind of test XD! I think I've addressed this in a journal entry before, actually, but the "If you don't use it you lose it" thing is going to be really funny next year when I have to take writing classes ;). Yes, good future times.
For some reason this week, I have been completely content switching back and forth between two albums almost exclusively. Silent Alarm from Bloc Party and the WICKED Soundtrack. So excited about Saturday :) It's the WICKED trip!! I've wanted to see it for a couple of years, so this is splendiferous. Plus, now Kate is a fan of the soundtrack. (Which is probably good since she's going to see it too ;)) Oooh my icon is dancing to my music! Funny how that works sometimes. Oh MC, you so funnnnnnnnny.

"Symptoms include fatigue..."

It has come to my attention that I am not a responsible livejournaler. Is that the noun? I don't know. I do not update very often anymore and I will strive to rectify this.
So that I don't have to type it 80 more times:
I'm sick.
I have odd symptoms all occuring together.
I'm having testing done.
I'm getting the results back on Friday.
My arm is sore from the needle. (I bruise so easily)
I'm kinda freaked out.
I mean, what the hell? Apparently, I have Appalachia with secondary Undetermined Causes. Mmmhmm. That's right. (Appalachia was Kate and I's term for my weird esophageal problems because we can't pronounce the real term- So now, my whole illness is lovingly referred to as "Appalachia")
I mean, I'm not dying. Well, I am, really, we all are, but still. I don't think I'm dying from Appalachia. It's just you always here about people who go in and get tested for one thing or another, and it turns out they have some other incurable disease or something. What if that happens? WHAT IF APPALACHIA IS TERMINAL?!?! See, I should just stop thinking. I'm freaking myself out. However, I have been assured that if it turns out I am dying, Jamie Ann is going to throw me the biggest party ever. I'm so tired and sore. I sleep more than anyone I know, but it still takes almost all of my will power to lift my head off the pillow in the morning(or afternoon, depending).
Wow, this is the second entry in a row that's depressing.

"Live the life you've always dreamed of!"

Ahhh late night infomercials... you're NOT HELPING.
That's right. Spring break did nothing for my insomnia. What a rip off. Plus, I still don't know if I'm dying. My two goals for the break totally failed. But that seems to be the trend lately, so whatev. I haven't written any entries lately which is odd but I've been busy writing other things I guess. I dunno. I'm kinda tired but not sleepy. So that means no sleep. Grr I wish people would just leave me and my decision making alone. I'm a big girl. Back off.
Back to classes and work and stuff tomorrow. Not looking forward to it, but then, who would?
Insomnia's a bitch. Or maybe that's just me.

"You're such a little hosebeast!" -- wtf Haley???

What is with commercials with people unfurling banners on the sides of buildings? They're everywhere.

Here I am again, watching TV on mute. This time out of necessity as it is 12:56 on a Thursday night and Kate is trying to sleep. I can't however, so that sucks. I have an 8:30 class tomorrow. I might actually go to it. Mmmhmm.


Let's not kid ourselves here, of course I am not going to class. I never go to class (well except for today when I went to all my classes but that's b/c they're all classes I actually enjoy). This 8:30 class is organic chemistry. I'm allergic. I don't even have to take it anymore because I've quit pre-vet. This is where being able to predict the future would've been nice. I dropped COM 114 thinking it was going to be too much on top of my pre-vet bullshit. So now, I'd rather be taking the class I dropped and drop the class I have. But it's too late for all of that, oh yes. So, I'm stuck with an unrequired organic chemistry course. Let's reflect on this phrase... "Unrequired Organic Chemistry". I know what you're thinking, and YES, YES IT DOES BLOW HARDER THAN HURRICANE FUCKING KATRINA. I'm glad we agree. Sorry, there's a lot of whining going on in this entry. I will make myself feel better with icon love. Lucky Charms + Gorgeous Irishman = Greatest Icon Ever. I'm so cool. Oh. And the thought of how much Death Cab for Franz is going to rock. Jamie, Allyson, and I are going. Chicago may never recover.