So apparently not only do I fail at naps, I fail at regular sleeping.
I COULD NOT FUCKING SLEEP LAST NIGHT, man. At around two in the morning I was so desperate I tried that "stare at one spot on the wall" thing just to see if I'd get bored enough to fall asleep- I didn't, but the room did this kind of cool living-mosaic thing for a while. Then I tried reciting prayers to see if the repetition would lull me to sleep. (All I could remember was Our Father and Hail Mary, and the first line of the Apostle's Creed. Evidently I should have paid more attention in Religion.) It didn't. Reciting Bright Eyes songs did not help either.
And then I got really breathless and paranoid and insane for a while, and when I eventually fell asleep I woke up with nausea and a headache. So, no school for me, and no work later. Hurrah.
Naturally, the lack of school means that I got to watch TV, which I normally never do. I watched a few episodes of Clerks, which was all well and good, and then I saw the MuchMusic News Update thingie.
- Interpol just played a big indie festival in Montreal. Fucking Montreal. They have everything there.
- The Strokes were on there being interviewed. Julian was really quiet, and quite possibly drunk. (Well, yeah, it's Jules, natch.) Nick really, really needs his fucking hair cut- "sexily disheveled" is fine, but "I secretly wanna be a member of Nickelback" is not. And the morons who edited the show captioned Albert as Fabrizio. What the hell, man? Just because they both have BIG HAIR doesn't mean they're secretly the same person, ya dumb fuckers- their faces don't even LOOK the same. Argh.
But yeah, that made my day. Mostly 'cause I haven't been able to do my "a band I like is on TV!" dance in a while.
- Thumbsucker is apparently really really good. Hell yes.
I'm not as nauseous now and my headache's nearly gone, but I still feel sort of woozy. Haven't eaten anything, that might have something to do with it.
I'm not eating much in general, lately, which means that I've become bonier than ever before. I can feel my ribs, and my hipbones jut at this weird angle. It's sort of cool in a weird way.
(Note: before anyone freaks out and decides I have an eating disorder, I'm not starving myself and I don't care about my weight, and haven't for years. Chill.)
Oh, and happy Coming Out Day, my American friends. I hope no one gets their asses kicked if they do anything.
Now I'm going to go read Jennifer Government. Or maybe watch Blackpool Lights, that always cheers me up.Mmm. Sweaty White Stripes.
ETA: Have just learned that, apparently, My Chemical Romance is Not A Good Band. So sayeth the hipsters.
Well dammit. I guess I can't pretend to be indie anymore.
I COULD NOT FUCKING SLEEP LAST NIGHT, man. At around two in the morning I was so desperate I tried that "stare at one spot on the wall" thing just to see if I'd get bored enough to fall asleep- I didn't, but the room did this kind of cool living-mosaic thing for a while. Then I tried reciting prayers to see if the repetition would lull me to sleep. (All I could remember was Our Father and Hail Mary, and the first line of the Apostle's Creed. Evidently I should have paid more attention in Religion.) It didn't. Reciting Bright Eyes songs did not help either.
And then I got really breathless and paranoid and insane for a while, and when I eventually fell asleep I woke up with nausea and a headache. So, no school for me, and no work later. Hurrah.
Naturally, the lack of school means that I got to watch TV, which I normally never do. I watched a few episodes of Clerks, which was all well and good, and then I saw the MuchMusic News Update thingie.
- Interpol just played a big indie festival in Montreal. Fucking Montreal. They have everything there.
- The Strokes were on there being interviewed. Julian was really quiet, and quite possibly drunk. (Well, yeah, it's Jules, natch.) Nick really, really needs his fucking hair cut- "sexily disheveled" is fine, but "I secretly wanna be a member of Nickelback" is not. And the morons who edited the show captioned Albert as Fabrizio. What the hell, man? Just because they both have BIG HAIR doesn't mean they're secretly the same person, ya dumb fuckers- their faces don't even LOOK the same. Argh.
But yeah, that made my day. Mostly 'cause I haven't been able to do my "a band I like is on TV!" dance in a while.
- Thumbsucker is apparently really really good. Hell yes.
I'm not as nauseous now and my headache's nearly gone, but I still feel sort of woozy. Haven't eaten anything, that might have something to do with it.
I'm not eating much in general, lately, which means that I've become bonier than ever before. I can feel my ribs, and my hipbones jut at this weird angle. It's sort of cool in a weird way.
(Note: before anyone freaks out and decides I have an eating disorder, I'm not starving myself and I don't care about my weight, and haven't for years. Chill.)
Oh, and happy Coming Out Day, my American friends. I hope no one gets their asses kicked if they do anything.
Now I'm going to go read Jennifer Government. Or maybe watch Blackpool Lights, that always cheers me up.
ETA: Have just learned that, apparently, My Chemical Romance is Not A Good Band. So sayeth the hipsters.
Well dammit. I guess I can't pretend to be indie anymore.