Hey look, a crack post!

Damn, I’m so sleepy. You wouldn’t believe just how sleepy I am. It’s like at any moment, of any day, underlying everything I feel, everything I want…. food, more time to study before my test, the damn bus to get here already so I can get to the next class on time…….is this desperate need to sleep. And chocolate. That doesn’t change. And sometimes ice-cream. And lollipops. And sometimes there’s this urge to bite someone.


Ahem.


Anyway, this post is just to declare my undying love for my pillow. Yes, that’s right. My pillow. Its sooooo nice and soft and smells soooooooooooooo good. And it’s just the right amount of fluffy…… you know, fluffy so your head sinks in but firm enough to actually provide some support. And my blankie!!!!!! Soooooooo soft and red and fuzzy and warm and my bed-sheet with the horses on it and the one with the puppies and the kittens and guh. I wanna sleeeeeeeeep.
This is insane. I’m usually a raving insomniac. During the summer vacation, the rest of the world is asleep ( well, the part of it in this time zone anyway) and I’m awake till 3-freakin-30 in the morning wondering what the f*** I’m going to have to do before I finally get to sleep. I try everything, crunches, push-ups, heck knows what else right before going to bed but I still cant get the sandman to give me the time of day…er night. It’s like I need to be occupied all day or I’m just not tired enough to go to sleep. And my biggest fear as a child was that I’d wake up in the middle of the night and have nothing to do. I swear, I used to sleep with a rubber band under my pillow so I’d have something to play with when I woke up. Course, that’s all changed now. I usually love being awake when everyone’s asleep. But that’s when I’m well rested and not till it’s a reasonable time to actually wake up. I mean, there’s only so much music you can listen to before you’re bloody fed up.
And it’s at times like those that I wish I was busier.
…………… I never did have much sense.

Nowadays, my bloody alarm goes off at 5.30am. I’m finally awake and functioning at around 6.15 and its off to college at around 7.15. After a rousing round of lectures and tutorials about electronics, maths, programming, algorithms and everything related to information technology – if I’m lucky enough not to have practicals- its off to another college for my diploma course in graphics and animation , which , alright, I can admit, is a whole lot of fun but it can get reaaaaaaaally tiring. And then, if I have any energy at all and if I don’t have a tutorial or assignments due the next day, I’ll go to the gym. Why? Because I love going to the gym. Read the post on leilani’s blog, its all there. How sad is it that the highlight of my day is the traveling I do to and fro from colleges? No, seriously, I can’t read in the bus coz I’ll feel sick, so it’s just sit there and look out the window. Nothing I can do in the meantime, no projects or homework… nothing. Why on earth do you think I walk whenever I can? It’s like a bloody rest.
But why did you need to know all this? ……… well, I don’t know. But its my blog and I’ll ramble if I want to.( sung to the tune of *its my party and I’ll cry if I want to*)
Sorry, that’s just my inner brat reaching out.

The point is, and yes, ladies and gents, this post does have a point, my pillow is the only one who reaaaaally loves me. Sniff. You just don’t understand my snugglebun. No one does!
*snigger*
You know how you take people to meet your parents? Well, I’d have them meet my pillow……..( and Bob, my imaginary friend with the silky black hair that reaches his shoulders, grey eyes and the black leather jacket he always wears, except when he *ahem* doesn’t. )………. Alright, I just realized what meeting my pillow sounds like and I just want to say, people, get out of the gutter……….. I was here first.
I realize I sound completely insane but in my defense, I’ve had waaaaaaaay too much chocolate and ice-cream and I’m really high right now. I swear, Virtual cham, I can picture you rolling your eyes and going again but hey look on the bright side, at least this time I didn’t call you and you didn’t have to visit quote that better place endquote that you retreat to every time you talk to me. Have I mentioned that you’re mean?
So are you lei. Despite the declarations of love. And pan, don’t get me started on you. Sniff, and here I thought you people loved me. Devil in the moonlight- you don’t get a single lollipop till I get my candy canes and that new pratchett. ( didn’t I just tell you lot to get out of the gutter?)
I’m gonna go now…. To a better place… Pillow Puff-a-lot beckons.