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Sleep Well?


I just woke up from an average night’s sleep. Not the worst night’s sleep or the best or even the longest that I’ve had in the past few days. My baby sister woke me up by climbing into the bed I’d fallen asleep in; she does a great starfish impression. She also: rolls over; punches the person closest to her (uh, me); insists said person hugs her, then refuses to be hugged; kicks said person; etc, etc. But, like I say, it wasn’t a bad night’s sleep.
I went to bed at about 10pm after falling asleep on MSN. It doesn’t matter that I fell asleep, however, because nobody seemed to want to talk to me. Thanks, guys.
I woke up at who knows what time when my sister climbed into bed with me and then didn’t get back to sleep for an hour or so. When I got back to sleep, I emerged from slumber at about 9am.
The two nights before, I got very little sleep; like, four hours each night or so. That may have been because I knew my darling Shaan-kun was sleeping below me and I didn’t really want to sleep through even a second of his visit; but I’ll talk about that in another post.

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This morning I woke up at 2:30am exactly and then again at 4:30am two hours later. All I could think to myself was “WTF?!” I haven’t a clue why I’ve been waking up at stupid times. I just know that I don’t need it today. Today, I actually want to sleep. I want to get up at about 8am so mum can cut my hair before I leave the house. I’d like to tell my sleeping pattern that I have a fucking life. But it seems intent on ruining that.
I want to visit my sister today in her new house that she’s been living in for a month or two only I haven’t seen it. It’s still new to me?
I’m also debating whether or not to go to the shop and pick up some things. The dilemma here is that I want to save what little money I have but I also need energy drink. If anyone can think of a solution, kindly let me know.
So… I’m gonna try and get back to sleep. If I haven’t slept by 8am, fuck it. I’ll get some fucking energy drink and hope I don’t fall asleep during the day.

P.S. I have an urge to stand outside in the freezing coldness of the morning and scream at something for an answer as to why my sleeping pattern fucking sucks. The telephone pole thinks something is waking me up. The lamp post hasn’t stopped laughing. Fml. Visiting hours start at 3pm. Don’t be late or they might not let you in.

Pancakes Don’t Eat Themselves


I keep waking up at roughly this time. And when I say “waking up” I mean being awake enough to blog. Not the pathetic half waking that normally happens to me that I barely even remember. Knowing me, I’ll go back to sleep and wake up at noon again…

I See A Pattern…


I find myself waking up quite early lately… I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because my alarm clock is set for a stupid time. But I always seem to wake up before it goes off.

I also find myself not so much needing as wanting to earn money. It frustrates me when I have none. If anybody knows what kind of shops offer Saturday jobs, feel free to let me know… I really haven’t a clue. And I know the boat yard isn’t hiring until after Winter. So sometime after Winter, I’ll probably go there with my sister and get a job there because they apparently pay quite well.

I think, for now, the solution to my problem is probably a paper round. I had one before that was in the mornings and after school but… I quit that one. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t. But yeah… I’ll probably go and see if the newsagents needs anyone to do paper round… Wish me luck? Ahah…

Major Update


I haven’t posted in a while… Quite a bit has happened since then. My Oppa visited a lot; I met his best friend; went to a festival; got drunk for the first time; and had strange sleeping patterns. The Summer holidays have been considerably good to me so far.

The festival I went to with a group of friends was Stoke Pride. It was a festival to celebrate the large collection of homosexual, bisexual and transexual people we have in our city. It was held in a park near the city centre and the line was absolutely huge! We had our bags searched (deciding that it was to prevent homophobe terrorism) and got paper wristbands that ended up crumpled. There were a lot of interesting people at Pride. Quite a number of them dressed up. There was a guy there who we named Dracula because he wore a cape and all black clothes and had pale complexion. He was quite cool, we taught him the caramel dansen. There was also a guy dressed in white short shorts and angel wings. He pulled it off quite well, actually… There was someone on stilts too and many of the guys were cross dressing. All good fun. Sadly, the on stage entertainment was a bunch of lip syncers singing popluar songs. No songs I like were played. I bought candy floss for my mother, she was happy about that, and we got quite a number of “freebies” from the stalls that were put up. My Oppa insisted on buying me a lighter and a Polari Lounge teddy bear keyring ’cause I wanted them but didn’t want to spend any money… It was nice of him, made me smile. Though I’d rather he didn’t spend his money on me.

After Pride was finished and the entertainment was finished and the stalls were all pulled down, my Oppa’s friend turned up and I finally got to meet him. He seemed nice, a little perverted, mind, and decided he wanted to get drunk with me and Oppa and his girl some time. He also wanted to go camping with us. Oppa said no because of how his friend asked him… I don’t blame him.

After all that, we went to a friend’s house and slept over after getting drunk. It was a lot of fun. Turns out I’m a horny drunk (totally expected of me…). I think the drink may have just amplified my mood. I did a lot of dancing. I like dancing but I suck at it so I don’t do it very often. Everybody had a good time. I’d like to do it again.

Yesterday morning, I woke up at 4am after having a nightmare. Yeah, I know, it sounds childish. Luckily, my Oppa was sleeping over and he came and held me like he did before. It was nice. I like it when he does that… This morning I woke up at about 11am. Go figure.

Last night, my beloved older sister began to go into labour. She’s finally going to give birth after so many days past her due date. She was due on the second of August. Apparently, she’s gone into slow labour and may be sent home later in the day. Poor girl. But it’ll be okay because she’ll give birth to my beautiful baby niece. I’m actually quite excited. Hopefully the birth goes well. More updates on that later.