First of all, there’s a new art contest up for this week, go ahead and check it out. I think I’m going to win this week, I really think I have the upper hand this time and I’m anticipating the glee of my first win ever.
Anyway, last night I stayed up until 6:30 in the morning. I don’t know why, either. I should have kicked all the people out of my room earlier but I just didn’t. Well, I guess I do know why. Around four I thought of it, but then it dawned on me that sleep just isn’t that important. We get so set in our ways and we continually think that I have to get so much sleep, and I have to be awake and ready for class, and I have to be able to pay attention so that I can get a good grade so that I can get a degree and then work my ass off for a white picket fence, forty years down the road. What is important is relationships (well, without losing sight of the end goal). So I decided to screw it and stay up with the people I was hanging out with (who promptly passed out all over my living room shortly thereafter). The end result is that I had about three hours of sleep before my first class, and then an hour between that and my next class. Strangely, I’m not that tired (right now) but I’m skipping Applied Linear Algebra anyway because I just don’t want to go. But this is certainly what college is about – having the capacity for self-governance and reliance. You get to deal with the consequences of your decisions. In my case, I was dealing with it by suffering a sleepy death during my first class.
I didn’t accomplish any of the homework I had meant to do last night either. But that’s alright, I’m skipping my last class of the day and Fridays are, of course, no-class days for me, so I’m in my weekend right now.
Hm. When I started writing this it really felt like I was going to write something of great import or insight, or just something entertaining. I read back over it now and realize I’ve written something mildly boring. Suggestions? Somebody has to have one.