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Oct. 21st, 2003 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehDad just commented how I should go to bed soon, as there's no point in being in a sleep deficit... What he fails to realize is that my life is a sleep deficit. Any less than about nine hours puts me in the minus column, and I get less than that on any given night that isn't Friday, so unless I sleep straight through the next week, I'm still down quite a bit.
I'm really tired right now. Which begs the question, of course, of why I'm writing. I dunno, really. I've heard that it takes forty repetitions to form a habit, and I certainly have more than forty going here.
Anywho, I do have a good reason to be tired. Today was lovely PSAT day. "Lovely," of course, used in the most sarcastic way possible. I was bored stiff almost the entire time, since I finished every section at least ten minutes early. And wasn't allowed to read. Grrr... Not that I had anything to read anyway.
That was just the morning, fortunately. The afternoon was the Fair. I got my sausage, with peppers and onions for the first time, and some ice cream from State. I didn't get funnel cake, but I was pretty full from the sausage, so it was all right. The karaoke tent had signs for the country station on it, so I didn't do that, and was slightly disappointed. Maybe next year. I did Fair rides for the first time in forever, none of which I had to pay for (yes!), three of them. Did three backwards flips on the Zipper. Fun stuff. I'm quite proud of my cast-iron stomach.
I think my favorite part, though, was hanging with Elena and Chris in the parking lot after. We sat on a little platform overlooking a storm drain and talked about injuries. And the ice cream. That definitely was up there.
I think my blog has finally gotten comfortable with itself. I do not post insightful content here; if you find it, it exists purely by accident. I'm finally getting the hang of writing for me. Some stuff, like most of this entry, is here for "posterity"--in other words, me, in another month, or three months, or a year, if this thing sticks around that long. Which I think it will, because I want to say that I kept a blog for a year if for no other reason. I haven't completely stopped feeling guilty about not having anything interesting to say, but it's really all right, because I'm saying the non-interesting stuff anyway. This means, of course, that I should make a new template. I'll get around to it... eventually...
I'm really tired right now. Which begs the question, of course, of why I'm writing. I dunno, really. I've heard that it takes forty repetitions to form a habit, and I certainly have more than forty going here.
Anywho, I do have a good reason to be tired. Today was lovely PSAT day. "Lovely," of course, used in the most sarcastic way possible. I was bored stiff almost the entire time, since I finished every section at least ten minutes early. And wasn't allowed to read. Grrr... Not that I had anything to read anyway.
That was just the morning, fortunately. The afternoon was the Fair. I got my sausage, with peppers and onions for the first time, and some ice cream from State. I didn't get funnel cake, but I was pretty full from the sausage, so it was all right. The karaoke tent had signs for the country station on it, so I didn't do that, and was slightly disappointed. Maybe next year. I did Fair rides for the first time in forever, none of which I had to pay for (yes!), three of them. Did three backwards flips on the Zipper. Fun stuff. I'm quite proud of my cast-iron stomach.
I think my favorite part, though, was hanging with Elena and Chris in the parking lot after. We sat on a little platform overlooking a storm drain and talked about injuries. And the ice cream. That definitely was up there.
I think my blog has finally gotten comfortable with itself. I do not post insightful content here; if you find it, it exists purely by accident. I'm finally getting the hang of writing for me. Some stuff, like most of this entry, is here for "posterity"--in other words, me, in another month, or three months, or a year, if this thing sticks around that long. Which I think it will, because I want to say that I kept a blog for a year if for no other reason. I haven't completely stopped feeling guilty about not having anything interesting to say, but it's really all right, because I'm saying the non-interesting stuff anyway. This means, of course, that I should make a new template. I'll get around to it... eventually...
