sleep – Imaginary Sunshine

An atypical Friday morning

Michelle — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 01:26:03 +0000

@ Dane – The girl who was rude was K, who was hanging out with A. But I know more than one A. As well as more than one K. I tend to reuse letters due to the fact that everyone honestly just seems to have names that start with the same first letter in the area that I’m from. Off the top of my head, I can think of 3 A’s that I’ve referenced before, probably 4-5 K’s, 6+ J’s, a few D’s, 2-3 C’s (not including Clay), probably 2-3 M’s, no N’s, Q’s or B’s as I can recall and a few others. If I gave everyone their own letter, I’d be restricted to only talking about 26 people. and I’d have to start referring to myself as ‘Michelle’ or ‘Me’ in conversation snippets rather than the super-simple ‘M’. And I do know more than 26 people (I’m not that socially stunted, I don’t think?). Granted, I’m not buddy-buddy with the majority of the people that I get to interact with, but the silly, the stupid and the stupendously awesome do get mentioned from time to time. So I’m sorry for the confusion. My clarification: A (who is dating F) is not the same A who is friends with K (who is a judgmental moron).

I fell asleep sometime around 1:37am (which was when I sent out my last text message). I woke up a few times. Once at 4:30am-ish, once at 7am and then another time at 8:30am. When it was 8:30am, I got out of bed and did all the usual morning things. Ate my bagel while brushing my hair, brushed my teeth while tugging up my socks – I like multi-tasking in the morning. I got outside and was at the bus stop by 8:50am. This is good, the bus is not scheduled to arrive until 9am and there is no way that the bus is ever more than 10 minutes early because it leaves the bus loop like… 15 minutes before it gets to my stop. So this is good.

9am passes. I’m getting fidgety, it starts raining. Ughh… Pull out the (slightly broken) red umbrella, look at time on cell phone. Oh, hey, the next bus gets there at around 9:20am. Might as well stick out the wait since going back home would entail me waking up my dad (and that’s never a good thing). 9:20 passes, no bus. I try calling home to see if my dad’s up so I can get a ride – no can do, “The number you have dialed is not in service. Please check the area code that you are dialing and try your call again.” I hate the digital phone company that we’re with. (Read my post here to see how much I hate them and the company is called iTalkBB – good choice to avoid!). See, if I get on my bus on time (… and if it arrives on time), I get to school about 20-30 minutes before my first class and I can factor in the time that it takes me to walk from the bus loop to the other side of the campus to get to my class. Which is awesome and I always get there early. Provided the bus actually arrives.

So it’s about 9:35am. Still no bus. But I have company at the bus stop now! This really great, friendly old man who has a “#1 Grandfather” baseball hat on and this guy who’s probably around my age who, as I found out, lives right next door to me (one of my neighbour’s tenants, they either have like 3 different families living there or there’s been a change in tenants) and attends one of the artsy schools (which costs an arm and a leg in tuition). It’s still raining. And raining. And raining. Oh, have I mentioned yet that I was wearing runners today? With ankle socks? (My stash of knee socks are currently in the laundry basket – obviously I need to buy more so I don’t end up wearing ankle socks when it’s pouring rain and I have the poor sense not to wear something else besides runners.) And I was wearing jeans. Which got soaked, all before I even got on a bus. Awesome.

9:45am – the bus arrives! It’s crowded because the last two buses never showed up at any of the stops. I managed to snag a seat right by the front door. The bus chugs along and then stops at the midway point. Apparently it’s ‘running ahead of schedule’ (for that bus’ schedule). And stays there. For 5 minutes. The bus that I’m in pulls into the train station at probably around 10:05am? I could see the train leaving right when I get there. So, there was another 7 minute wait. Then I shuffle onto the train. I finish half of a crossword by the time I get to my stop. Get off, get into the line for yet another bus. That takes about 5 minutes (not bad, not bad…).

I get to school at 11:20am. My class is nearly halfway over. So I walked (and managed to avoid stepping into giant puddles masquerading as lakes!) to the bookstore and sat myself down and flipped through more magazines before my other class began at noon.

Needless to say… Today started off fairly decently (no one ate my remaining blueberry bagel, yes!) but it went straight downhill from there.

Why am I awake again?

Michelle — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 17:15:54 +0000

@ Anonymous – No, he’s not an online boyfriend. I used the term ‘friends’ very useful when it comes to A and K. They’re the two girls that I just happen to sit with in my class when J’s not around (J’s a much more interesting companion to sit with in class – for starters, he brings me baked goods with heaps and heaps of frosting and sprinkles on it) and they’re also generally friendly enough that I don’t mind chatting with them before class starts. Due to this lose use of the word ‘friend’, they weren’t in the group of friends that I had invited for my birthday (wow, I sound like I’m 8 now) and therefore they didn’t get a chance to meet him. That being said, I don’t really like them enough to have them over as it is. … I think I rambled quite a bit there, so I’m going to stop now and ramble on about other things.

Anyways, I got up super early this morning (6am! On a Thursday! When I normally don’t leave the house until noon!). I went to bed super early last night as well (10pm, on a Wednesday). I wasn’t feeling well (I am actually feeling better this morning though, which is awesome) last night so I went and dosed myself up on night-time cough medication (it stated on the bottle that it ‘may cause drowsiness’ which is kind of the point, I think, considering in the instructions it does say to give yourself at least 8 hours of when you can get uninterrupted sleep). That being said, uninterrupted sleep was not in the cards for me as I kept on waking up during the night because I kept on kicking my blankets (all three of them) off. Really? Darwin would probably roll in his grave and mumble something about survival of the fittest, honestly. So I got up super early (… my alarm went off and I kinda just sat up, took one step over and whacked it with my hand and not five minutes after resting my head back down, my dad comes in, flicks on my lights and tells me to get up). Had a really light breakfast (the thing about coughing is that there’s not a whole lot that I can stand to keep down without wanting to cough it back up – I think that may have been too much information) and then I was on my way to school. Caught the 7am bus and got to school by 8:30am where I sat outside of the biology lab room until 9am where I took the quiz that I missed on Tuesday (have I mentioned lately how much I love my biology TA? Because I do, because he’s absolutely awesome for allowing me to make up the quiz despite the fact that I did tell him that I basically slept in – which is what I did) and that lasted until about 9:30am and now I’m sitting in a library, waiting for my next class (2pm…).

The joys of waiting.

However, I am going to go and grab something to eat later. I’m thinking of either sushi or a slice of pizza, I haven’t decided yet. Probably sushi because I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle a slice of pizza with too much spices in the sauce again (note: the last time I bought a slice of pizza at school, the girl lied about the fact that it wasn’t spicy because it was. In a very non-forgiving to my tastebuds kind of way.). Hmm, sushi…

Questions:

How many alarms do you set to get yourself up at a certain time each day?
How often do you manage to sleep through the majority of the alarms that you’ve set?
Sushi or pizza? (Why? What type?)

My Answers:

Umm… In total? 4. 1 actual alarm clock, 3 on my cell phone, but I have my phone set on vibrate, so it depends on where my head is whether or not I hear it…
When I’m sick: very often. When I’m not sick: very rarely.
California rolls or Hawaiian

Delirious crafting is not fun

Michelle — Sun, 08 Mar 2009 21:35:22 +0000

Thanks to everyone who wished that I get well soon. Last night, I think I went to bed at around 11pm-ish, and then woke up briefly around 4am and didn’t get back to sleep until around 6am-ish. Then I woke up again (because someone woke up me for lunch near noon). Oh, and having to move clocks forward an hour really screwed me up this morning because I needed to turn my cell phone off and then back on again in order to get the time change, but I had my laptop on before I did that, so I was looking at the laptop time and getting so confused.

And just a few things that I’ve learned while being sick this weekend:

It is not a good idea to do any form of bead crafting as you will leave beading needles on your bed and you will end up with one in your leg (or arm, or hand) while sleeping and wake up in pain because you just jabbed one into your leg.
It is also not a good idea to crochet anything, because when you’re slightly loopy (or more than usual, whatever), you end up with horrible tension and have to take out the last five rows that you did.

In other words: crafting in general is a bad idea. Even if you’re absolutely sure that you’re perfectly well enough to handle it. Because you’re not. Because you end up with beading needles in your leg, or a few rows of single crochet to undo.

That being said, I also got some great life lessons today from my mom. I’ll type them up later when I can actually think about it without laughing too hard.