Michigan! Land of "oh shit it's cold outside." Where if you are brave enough to look out your window, you will instantly become snow-claustraphobic.
One of my grandmas lives in Arizona. The hottest place I have ever lived in. The other lives in hawaii. As it is really hard to get together for christmas due to distance, my mother came up with a solution...
We have three christmasses this year. The first is with my Gran from Arizona two weeks before actual christmas. The second is with my gran from hawaii a week before christmas. The third is real christmas.
This system results in both lots of presents, and lots of stress. I, having the biggest bed other than my parents, gets moved into the basement on the futon. So for two weeks I am kicked out of my own room and ignored except for exchanging presents.
There are some days when you get homework in german class. It's not easy, it's not short, and you have to pay even more attention so you don't do the wrong assignment. This is the story of when I gave in to praise and actually did homework.
It was a great day. I was on a roll. Nothing was going to bring me down. Nothing. I simply wouldn't let it. I had my shields up and glowing. Nothing bad was going to touch me. Not rabid squirrells, not angry old men, nothing.
Then came German.
A normaly fun and sometimes crazy class where the only bed thing is homework.
In case you haven't grasped this yet, I don't do homework. Ever. People complain to me because of it, but I still pass all of my classes with a C or higher. Usually higher.
My german teacher is off his rocker. So far off, in fact, he's on the floor twenty feet away from it. He can never stick to a plan, loves to make up songs with no reasoning behind them, and is constantly changing his mind about things.
The only thing he never changes are the already written homework assignments on the board.
I was in such a good mood, I did the homework as I was waiting for class to start. I was so amazed at myself. I had done homework! BEFORE I EVEN GOT HOME!!! my ego was huge.
and then it happened...
HE CHANGED THE ASSIGNMENT HE HAD WRITTEN!!!!!!!!
I got so mad, I sat in my chair glaring at him, refusing to work anymore for the entire class peiod.
My great mood had been shattered. I would never do homework again. I would never let him mess with my greatness.
I would like to star off by pointing out that YES there are ghosts, and NO they don't chase after you. You are lucky if they talk to you.
Since I was little, I have been able to "speak" to "ghosts". At first, this greatly disturbed my mother. I would be talking to something she couldn't hear or see, and she would assume I had made an immaginary friend. Then she would ask me "who are you talking to sweetheart?" I would typically reply with "the dead man". As you can imagine, my mother had a total meltdown and sent me to shrinks as she was afraid for my mental health.
This is the part where my amazing shrink (Dr. No-name) (he never told me his name) assures my mother that I am either going through a "stage" or just a freak.
That totally reassured her.
I am now accompanied by both my grandfathers and a little girl named Rue. So, if you read posts about them, don't worry, they aren't figments of my immagination and they wont hurt you. They just happen to be dead.
Isn't sharing supposed to be willingly letting someone use something instead of keeping it all to yourself? Because that is so no how it usually goes down.
1. The "Want" stage
you decide you must have something someone else has.
2. the pretending stage.
you know, the one where you pretend to ask nicely just so that if your parets come and ask, you can say you didn't skip right to yelling.
then they refuse to share. but you were expecting this.
you had it all planned from the beginning. you will have the object in question no matter what it takes. there is no other option. the toy is YOURS.
3. the yelling stage
the trouble is, now comes
4. the intervention stage.
that one where the parents have finally realized something is going on and they are coming to intervene and get to the bottom of things.
they join in and do some yelling of their own. All you can do at this point, is plead your case and hope they let you win.
4. the selfish stage
you do everything you can to make the other person look selfish, because maybe, just maybe, you can guilt them into taking the toy from the other person and giving it to you. you already have your "asked nicely" defense.
they lecture on how sharing is good for you and how it makes you a better person. you shouldn't be aloud to have anything if you are fighting over it.
5. the no one gets it stage
"you might get this back if you can learn to share it." yeah right. we are never getting that toy back. At least, at this point, you have the satisfaction of knowing that even though you dont have the toy, THE OTHER PERSON DOESN'T EITHER!!
1. Read a book. If your world sucks enough, the book just might be better.
2. Watch tv. If you put on something so utterly boring that they actually put it on in the middle of the night, it might just be boring enough to put you back to sleep.
3. Cook something. As long as it is simple and not likely to be fucked up by a sleepdeprived zombie, it should be ok.
4. Text every single person in your contacts just to see if you get a reply. If you do, youre welcome. You just made a new insomniac friend.
5. Check the weather about 5 different times and then plan out your outfit for the day.
6. Google something completely random. There is never too much googling.
7. take out every single pair of clean socks you own, and if they are colored, replace them in the drawer in rainbow order.
8. Make sockpuppets. (You didnt think I was going to leave out the white socks did you?)
9. Design a comic strip. Chances are. It will be so weird that newspapers might actually print it just to share the oddness.
10. See how many times you can open and close the frige before your arm gets tired. Then the next time you are awake, try it again and see if you got stronger.
To answer your questions;
-yes i am an insomniac -yes i have done all of the things on this list -no i will not ever go for a walk in the pooring rain unless i have both a raincoat and an umbrella. -yes i am writting this blog while sitting around not sleeping at three am.