Do you have any idea how long eight hours actually is? I have got myself into a ridiculous sleeping pattern over these holidays where I have been going to bed at like three in the morning up until like eight in the morning and I have been getting up late in the afternoon or sometimes just in time for dinner. Saturday night I had Chrisman’s eighteenth, then I ended up getting up at like one on Sunday which was a fair effort and yeah, I just thought that I would be able to get to sleep early and get up for school and it would all be good. I went to bed at eleven on Sunday night, which I thought was decent. I wasn’t really tired at all, but I thought that I would fall asleep soon enough. Hours passed and I wandered when I would fall asleep, when it reached twelve I was sure that I would fall asleep soon enough, when it reached one I was flabbergasted that I hadn’t fallen asleep yet but it was when the time clicked over to two in the morning that I realised that I might never fall asleep.
Throughout the night my dog was always walking in and out of my room, jumping on my bed, finding a good spot to sleep then jumping off and leaving. Then he would come back and decide that he would rather be under the covers and I would let him and then he would come back out and yeah, it was a cycle that annoyed me and also didn’t assist in me falling asleep. The next thing that didn’t assist in me falling asleep was when thunder and lightning happened, I wanted to use a better verb instead of happened but I didn’t really know what to use, I am too tired to think of a verb so happened will have to do. Anyway, so then I thought of reading, and I had that new Hyper magazine just sitting there that I haven’t even looked at yet, so I had a quick look over it. I read up on a few games, and then I heard mum walking out of her room. I don’t know why but I thought that she would get angry if she saw me awake that late at night and she would probably think I was on the laptop or something and she might take it away or something but anyway, I freaked out like someone who was I don’t know... high? And I turned the lights off and put my magazine back on my desk.
I know that reading is one of those things that is meant to make you more tired or get you to sleep or something but then I remembered that counting sheep is another thing that normal people do to sleep, and by normal people I mean people in movies and TV. I imagined a sheep jumping over a fence or something because I remembered it from The Simpsons I think it was, but then I realised that what I was imagining wasn’t a sheep, it was a dog. I spent the next hour trying to remember what a sheep looks like and this really didn’t help me get to sleep. My head was thinking at hyper speed, thinking of all these different animals and one by one ticking them off as not being a sheep. The closest thing to a sheep that I could think of was a fat furry black dog for some reason so I imagined it jumping over a fence, and I counted how many times it did so.
My head was still boggling over what a sheep looks like, and it didn’t help that I couldn’t remember what number came after seventeen, so I stopped counting and grabbed my phone. I started reading all the messages in my inbox just for something to do but none of them were really worth reading; I mean they are just messages. Some of them made me smile or whatever but yeah, I guess that I wasn’t sleeping. It then reached five in the morning, I was hoping that I would fall asleep so I could get at least a few hours sleep before school, but as I sat there for another two hours I realised that it wasn’t going to happen. I heard all the members of my family get in and out of the shower one after the other, then my brother walked up to my door, knocked and told me that I had to get into the shower and get ready for school and the like. It was then when I realised that I had been lying in my bed for eight hours, and I got no sleep at all. It was the longest stretch of time that I could imagine; I just wish that I had got some sleep before school.
I got to school to my first and only lesson for the day, which was my beloved English. I made my way to the spot where I always sit and sit next to Punda. He tells me, and I quote, ‘Your blogs are getting worse, they aren’t as good as they used to be. They aren’t appealing as much to the public, and I speak for the entirety of the public.’ It took me quite a while to understand what he was really on about but I found it really funny, mainly because of the part when he said that he speaks for the whole of the public but also probably because I was running on the sleep that I got on Saturday night which was really bad, ringing in ears and developing hangover sleep. I don’t know how I can describe how long eight hours actually is, but can you just imagine watching all three of the Lord of the Rings movies but without the picture or sound, so you are doing nothing for eight hours? I don’t know why I brought Lord of the Rings into this, I mean I haven’t even seen them, so I’ll use The Matrix instead, but it doesn’t really matter which movies I use, because you aren’t watching them, you are doing nothing, for eight hours, and I am very, very tired. I just hope this appeals to the public, and by public I mean Punda.
Throughout the night my dog was always walking in and out of my room, jumping on my bed, finding a good spot to sleep then jumping off and leaving. Then he would come back and decide that he would rather be under the covers and I would let him and then he would come back out and yeah, it was a cycle that annoyed me and also didn’t assist in me falling asleep. The next thing that didn’t assist in me falling asleep was when thunder and lightning happened, I wanted to use a better verb instead of happened but I didn’t really know what to use, I am too tired to think of a verb so happened will have to do. Anyway, so then I thought of reading, and I had that new Hyper magazine just sitting there that I haven’t even looked at yet, so I had a quick look over it. I read up on a few games, and then I heard mum walking out of her room. I don’t know why but I thought that she would get angry if she saw me awake that late at night and she would probably think I was on the laptop or something and she might take it away or something but anyway, I freaked out like someone who was I don’t know... high? And I turned the lights off and put my magazine back on my desk.
I know that reading is one of those things that is meant to make you more tired or get you to sleep or something but then I remembered that counting sheep is another thing that normal people do to sleep, and by normal people I mean people in movies and TV. I imagined a sheep jumping over a fence or something because I remembered it from The Simpsons I think it was, but then I realised that what I was imagining wasn’t a sheep, it was a dog. I spent the next hour trying to remember what a sheep looks like and this really didn’t help me get to sleep. My head was thinking at hyper speed, thinking of all these different animals and one by one ticking them off as not being a sheep. The closest thing to a sheep that I could think of was a fat furry black dog for some reason so I imagined it jumping over a fence, and I counted how many times it did so.
My head was still boggling over what a sheep looks like, and it didn’t help that I couldn’t remember what number came after seventeen, so I stopped counting and grabbed my phone. I started reading all the messages in my inbox just for something to do but none of them were really worth reading; I mean they are just messages. Some of them made me smile or whatever but yeah, I guess that I wasn’t sleeping. It then reached five in the morning, I was hoping that I would fall asleep so I could get at least a few hours sleep before school, but as I sat there for another two hours I realised that it wasn’t going to happen. I heard all the members of my family get in and out of the shower one after the other, then my brother walked up to my door, knocked and told me that I had to get into the shower and get ready for school and the like. It was then when I realised that I had been lying in my bed for eight hours, and I got no sleep at all. It was the longest stretch of time that I could imagine; I just wish that I had got some sleep before school.
I got to school to my first and only lesson for the day, which was my beloved English. I made my way to the spot where I always sit and sit next to Punda. He tells me, and I quote, ‘Your blogs are getting worse, they aren’t as good as they used to be. They aren’t appealing as much to the public, and I speak for the entirety of the public.’ It took me quite a while to understand what he was really on about but I found it really funny, mainly because of the part when he said that he speaks for the whole of the public but also probably because I was running on the sleep that I got on Saturday night which was really bad, ringing in ears and developing hangover sleep. I don’t know how I can describe how long eight hours actually is, but can you just imagine watching all three of the Lord of the Rings movies but without the picture or sound, so you are doing nothing for eight hours? I don’t know why I brought Lord of the Rings into this, I mean I haven’t even seen them, so I’ll use The Matrix instead, but it doesn’t really matter which movies I use, because you aren’t watching them, you are doing nothing, for eight hours, and I am very, very tired. I just hope this appeals to the public, and by public I mean Punda.
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