Deep thoughts from a sleep-deprived zombie.

Disclaimer: I have no idea what this blog is going to be about. All I know is that it feels like it's time for a new blog, so here it is. Because I'm pretty sure there's no better time to blog than at 5:23am after you meant to pull an all-nighter devoted to completing the homework that's due in three hours, but instead...didn't. I mean, I definitely did the all-nighter part, but go figure the night I had set aside to accomplish tasks is the night that everyone's world falls apart and I'm obviously the only one awake to whom they can talk. Sorry, homework, for benching you because I'm a good friend/sister.
..Like how I justify my lack of motivation with good deeds? Some call it excuses, I call it caring. And when I put it that way, how can you argue, right?

So anyway, today (..well, yesterday? Does it still count as two separate days when you don't sleep in between? I'm always fuzzy on that rule.) I got home from Colorado. It sucks. It's like, okay, pretend you die (in a super non-painful way), and you get to go to Heaven for like ten minutes and everything is super amazing and...heavenly. And you're just boppin' around on the streets of gold and you're really diggin' this whole "perfect world" thing, but then all of a sudden that blasted paramedic does the thing with those electric circle thingamajigs when they go, "CLEAR!" and shock you back to life. Then you wake up back on Earth where everything is dark and suckish again, and boy do you wanna murder that paramedic (but then revive him a couple minutes later so he can see how HE likes getting pulled back out of Heaven).
Yeah, that's a pretty close comparison to what it feels like to go from Colorado to Michigan (having nothing to do with the people in Michigan, of course, you are all great). Don't ask me who the paramedic represents though, because at the end there I slipped out of my analogy and was just thinking about what it would be like if that really did happen. I've heard of that type of thing happening though. I wonder what God does in that situation. I mean, the person is dead but they're about to not be again, and it would sort of ruin the surprise if they got to get a sneak peek before the real deal, ya know. In my head I get the mental image of God shuffling people into a waiting room or something (and in case you're wondering, the image is drawn by whoever draws the Farside comics). Anyway, I don't want to talk about this anymore, or I'm going to start not making any sense at all.
What I'm saying is, I don't like leaving Colorado. Again, no offense to everyone who lives in Michigan, it really has nothing to do with you. You wouldn't wanna leave those mountains for two feet of snow either.

Garden of the Gods = Epic.

Sidenote: Adolf Hitler's mother wanted to abort him, but her doctor talked her out of it. 

That fact just came up (for the second time, which is sort of a rip off) on my "cool facts" Itouch application. There are 10,513 random facts to scroll through.That fact came up as fact number 666. I thought it was sort of funny.

Anyway.
I'm pretty sure extreme sleep-deprivation produces symptoms equivalent to being on acid. Seriously, if you go long enough without it, the walls start to look like they're bubbling and you lose feeling in parts of your hand. Although I'm not sure if it's the lack of sleep, the excessive amount of caffeine consumption, or the combination of both. Because I remember last year at Winter Camp (with my youth group), I stayed up most of both nights of the weekend but at the start of the second night I downed four different energy drinks and two mountain dews, and this same thing happened. Only that was actually really scary, because the walls legitimately looked like they were melting. That same night I passed out and two of my friends took videos of them jumping on me on the couch while pouring water on me to try and wake me up. One of them claims I sat up and literally punched her in the face, but I have no recollection of the incident.
..Now that I think about that story, I'm pretty sure it's the combination of both, but the energy drinks are probably what really sealed the deal. Man, I forgot about that story until I typed it just now...someone really should have cut me off that night. That's probably why average amounts of caffeine don't affect me anymore. Jeesh, my body should hate me.

I gotta say that the best part of staying up all night is making it all the way through my 143 song playlist without skipping a single song.
No, the best part is chatting with the Romanian's on facebook chat because they're the only ones awake seeing how it's the middle of the afternoon in their country right now.


Okay, how 'bout this New Years Resolution thing? Does anyone keep those? Personally, I think they are a great example of human nature in general. We get really excited and motivated for like a week, but then our spoiled, American attention spans get bored and give up.
Maybe that's not an example of human nature and it's just an example of me...
That's why I don't do them, because I know I'll get bored and give up, so I might as well save myself the disappoint and not even try.

Another thing I found out about myself while in Colorado was that I'm part dog.
While reading "Dogs don't understand basic concepts like moving" on HyperboleAndAHalf, there was a part that read:
"This particular dog is not anywhere near the gifted spectrum when it comes to solving problems.  In fact, she has only one discernible method of problem solving and it isn't even really a method. 
1) Become aware that there is a problem. 2) Wait 19 seconds. 3) If problem persists, begin making high-pitched sounds. 4) Continue making high-pitched sounds until problem is fixed. 
But making high-pitched noises won't solve your problem if your problem is a complete inability to cope with change."
That's when Shawn interjected with, "Hey, that's like you." (Except for the waiting 19 seconds part because that's a horrid number.) And suddenly the world was a clearer place.
It makes sense, really. Most of the time I don't know how to use words, so I just make sounds to supplement for my lack of communication. However, I find that this does the opposite of communicate, since everyone just looks at me all confused and wondering about my sanity a lot more than they would have been if I'd just stayed silent. Or, like the above quote describes, when something bad happens, I just start squealing or groaning or growling or making some sort of noise to express my distress. My mom says that when I was little, I wasn't the child who said "no" when the parent requested something displeasing, I was the child who would turn around and rawr to express my unwillingness. I mean literally, I would rawr like a lion in her face, full of aggression and completely serious. I imagine this being pretty terrifying, since when I was little I had a crazy, uncontrolled mass of curly hair that turned to pure puff and frizz when brushed, so I'm sure it closely resembled a mane.
In fact, I know it did:

Anyway, it's time to go get ready for class now...which is really going to be a bummer because now I can't even say I stayed up all night finishing my project. My teacher will be like "Why haven't you slept?" and I'll say "For no good reason at all." Granted, I did work on homework until around 2ish before I started talking to people, and then it was like 4:30 or something and at that point it's easier to just stay up...otherwise you doze off and it's impossible to wake up without feeling like you're about to die a horrible death, because your body is mad that you tricked it into thinking you were gonna let it sleep but then you were like "ha ha! still no real sleep for you!"  so it punishes you by making you feel like you're gonna puke out your innards the rest of the day. But see this way, I was honest and up front with my body from the beginning about how I wasn't giving it any sleep at all, so I've been able to munch on pringles and candy and poptarts and drink redbull all night and I feel completely fine, other than a wee bit spacey in the head. It's just like the shower thing. I don't need to shower every day because my body has learned that I will withhold showers from it, so it knows it better not produce an overabundance of filth faster than every three days, because it's not getting a more frequent shower schedule either way. All about training the body, you see.
I'm not even going to go back and proof read this because I have a feeling I'll hate it.

Fin.