Confessions of a Sleepaholic

If somebody were to ask me what I did last weekend, I'd have one very simple answer for them: I slept. Now, a lot of the time that's just what people say when they didn't do anything particularly exciting. But I actually spent about 95% of my time in bed. I think I left my house once. For an hour.

The weird thing is, no matter how much sleep I get, I always wake up tired again. What is that about? That's not fair at all. It's like, I put in all this effort and spend my time resting up, only to have nothing to show for it? I don't even do anything that could possibly be tiring me out.

But that's ok. You know why? Because I love sleep. I love my bed and my 8 pillows and my 7 layers of blankets. I love burrowing down and shutting out the world for a while.

The other night at dinner my parents said they were trying to plan vacation stuff for this year and wanted to know what I wanted to do for March Break. I'm sure you can guess my response. I didn't say I wanted to go away or anything, oh no, I simply replied, "Sleep." the funny thing is they didn't really question it.

Maybe I sleep so much now to make up for all the times I haven't slept. When I was little I had huge issues with getting to sleep and I've always had a lot of dreams, which makes me feel more tired when I wake up. I still have a lot of nights where I get very little sleep. When I was at science school I averaged about 4-6 hours a night. Usually closer to 4 than 6, but I dealt with it.

These days I can get a good 11 hours and wake up feeling exhausted. I can spend entire days doing nothing but laying in my bed reading and napping and still wake up the next day feeling so tired. I think that if I could sleep forever more I'd be ok with that.

Imagine if our cycles were reversed. We'd sleep all the time, only waking up for (on average) about 8 hours a day. Wouldn't that be great? I think that people would be a lot nicer and they would have way less stress. Don't you agree?

Man, just thinking about sleeping this much makes me tired. Nap time...

UPDATE: 
Ok So I actually wrote this like 2 months ago, maybe more... You'll all be happy to hear that my relationship with my bed is just as strong as ever. I've spent the last god knows how many Saturday nights in bed. I realize how pathetic this is, yes, especially considering one of these Saturdays was St. Patrick's Day, but y'all can deal with it cuz I'm (mostly) ok with it!!

Are you guys tired of hearing about my weird lifestyle choices yet? I mean, I probably won't stop talking about them if you are, but it would be interesting to know what you think.

To Try or Not To Try? That Is the Question

So I'm one of those awkward kids who sit by themselves at parties and usually spend their weekends at home by themselves with a whole lot of food and streaming movies online (totally not what I'm doing this weekend). You'll need to keep this in mind to see the contrast in the next situation.

So I'm sitting outside of class waiting for it to begin so I can get it over with and go home. Also, I was hungry. So I sit against the wall and try to be away from other people, however more people begin showing and they begin to start to sit in my general vicinity. Not impressed. We're all sitting there silently, as it should be, when one fellow from my class begins a conversation. He says hello and he's very friendly. He even notices that we almost form a circle and then suggests that I move away from the wall and in closer to the group and complete the circle.

What the hell. Okay, I know I should not be mad for someone trying to include me, but the thing is, you can't politely decline joining other people. So I was forced to interact socially. Now, this fellow manages to keep the conversation going, even as I mostly just stare at my shoes and glance at the classroom door hoping it will open and we can just start class. However this is not the case.

Now, I start to wonder, as I look at this awkward boy who is friendly and talking cheerfully. He even mentions that he once got a pencil set for Christmas, and upon further questioning he admits that yes, that's what he wanted. The question on my mind is, Is it better to be socially awkward and try to be social or should we accept our awkward fate?

The latter is usually how I deal. Whenever I try to start conversations they usually end up very short, with a lot of nodding and then a quick exit. But somehow this kid, who always has a packed lunch (in university, really?) and sits at the front and always seems to have something to say about the readings, still manages to walk away from class having had a few conversations and what seems to be a friend. Whereas I sit at the back, usually avoiding eye contact and almost always has nothing to say, but still show up every week.

I could probably make friends if I smiled politely and started a conversation, but that's a lot of effort on my part. Is it worth the effort? Or will I just have more awkward conversations and more people who avoid the seat next to me?

So what do you guys think? Should I try? Or accept my fate?

Moustache Monday

This was on the bag of chips a friend of mine brought over to my house.

Yes, this is all you get. Now I have to go study for a test and get working on reading the 9 books I need to catch up on in the next month.