So several things happened today. Namely, I finished my second-to-last exam and Gillian came home.
And, less significantly, I finally got rid of my very embarrassing 
username on youtube and got the much less self-revealing ufot0fu. Also, because I was mucking around on YouTube, I ended up subscribing to about 20 more users.
It’s quite addictive. Looking through other people’s subscriptions, looking for the goodlooking user pictures and checking out their videos.
Yes. So I am a shameless YouTube voyeur. Oh please. Who isn’t?! (don’t answer that)
In other news, I’ve been reading very little this past year. Which really kind of sucks. So I am going to attempt to read more. I’ve got a bunch of books lined up (thanks to a handy YouTube video in which this girl pimped a bunch of books she just borrowed from the library) and I shall go to the library tomorrow and borrow.. at least one.
Before you scorn me, that miserly number does have a reason behind it. That is, because I still have yet to finish that Road to Gandolfo book (the one in the column to the left) despite it being not half bad. This doesn’t really mean anything to you, so I guess I have to explain that when I read books, I generally read them in one sitting or at least within the span of a day if they are even remotely good because I absolutely cannot stand the thought of putting a book down. Like, at whih point will I put it down? At the end of this chapter? But they were going to reveal blablabla. So the fact that I have found it so easy to just abandon books is really quite uncharacteristic of me. -So back on track- I also still have an exam next Friday. Oh the horror! Hopefully it’ll be ok. Fingers crossed.
And the last but most important bit of news…
It has taken me an entire year, BUT I have finally finally figured out why I have been so damned tired all the time this entire damned year!!
Hooray for me and all that.
The reason being that the place in which I stay is ridiculously noisy. All the damned time. I’m about 20m away from the main road, on which cars constantly travel (It is currently 3AM and there are still many cars roaring by) and about 400m away from the train station. An old train station which means the tracks are alot ricketier, and hence, noisier. And there is a constant flow of crazies. For some odd albeit felicitous reason, whenever I am in bed at any given point of time in the day, I always hear random people shouting, singing or making, in some way or another, large amounts of noise but I never ever see or hear any of these crazy people whenever I’m out walking on my street – again, regardless of the time. For awhile there used to be this crazy lady that would swear her ass off every night. I could never figure out if she was simply swearing very loudly in her own home which just happened to be very near mine, or whether she was literally walking the streets swearing at the top of her voice. In any case, she has since moved/died/been readmitted and I don’t hear her anymore.
All of these are, I have realised, contributing factors to my total lack of a good night’s sleep for an entire year. This whole “lack of a year’s worth of sleep” thing makes so much sense now. Because it’s become nearly impossible for me to wake up at any time earlier than 11AM without feeling great pain. Also, it’s become nearly impossible for me to wake up at all. Even from afternoon naps and what not. It’s not that I’m still sleepy, because I really feel alright once I’m up and out of bed. It feels more as though the hormone (or whatever) in me that makes me awaken from my sleep has gone on strike. So my body’s all, “ok! Time to wake up. Go call Mr wakeup hormone and put him to work!” and the nerve minion (or whatever) goes and looks for him and gets into a frenzy because Mr wakeup hormone is seriously nowhere to be found. Or maybe it has been pumelled to the ground by my sleep hormones all of which are, quite understandably, rather pissy about being so consistently disturbed for an entire year. Whatever the anthropological reason, all this lack of sleep really does explain so so much. And I’m pleased about that. I feel like Harry Potter when he first got told he was a wizard. Yes. I think that is a truly accurate analogy now that I think about it. Good job me!
Of course I don’t say all this without evidence.
The first of which is the fact that I have the concentration level of an ADHD squirrel on speed.
The second being that I have realised that the 3 times I have slept outside of my house in the past year (holidays excluded), I have gotten a ridiculously good sleep. All 3 times I woke up thinking, ” WHAT THE HELL! THAT WAS THE BESTEST SLEEP EVER!”. Which is a bit disconcerting considering twice I was sleeping with 3 people on a bed and the third was with a noisy air con running all night. With regards to the noisy air con thing, I think it’s because of the fact that it was a constant noise meant that it was much less disruptive than the noises over at my house.
Thirdly, I’ve always kind of hated the noise at my house. So much so that I had actually taken to standing still and just listening to the silence whenever the traffic for some angelic reason temporarily abates. That is the extent to which the noise in my area annoys me. It also shows the extent of my optimism because when I did it, it never occurred to me that I hate the noise, all I thought was that I love the silences.
Ok. So, I’m really tired and it’s about time I got down to another fitful night’s sleep. Byebye!
1 Comment
December 8, 2007 at 9:52 am
the solution is so simple… just use ear plugs… that is what kungs used…waxed pliable ear plugs which you mould in your figures to form a comfortable wad and which you can get at any drug store.