The Morning

To mainly myself,

Day one of the spring break, and I woke up just thirty minutes ago. I had some weird dream that I was watching my life played out on some movie theater, and I found the movie to be very interesting where everyone else found the movie to suck and be horrible. The movie didn't contain me, it was played by other actors that looked nothing like me, or the people in my life for the matter. Nothing out of the ordinary really happened in my dream, it wasn't some sort of nightmare, just another night where all my thoughts in my mind get balled up into one weird dream.

Now I am here, on my laptop going through each website on my toolbar, starting with Facebook, then Myspace, the MVCC website, and now I am here. I wanted to make sure this was on my tool bar and fairly high because like I said last night, I want to write in this everyday, maybe even twice a day. I need some consistency in my life, and I want to keep some sort of journal for myself, that doesn't involve writing with a pen or pencil, I do that enough in school. Plus this helps with my typing skills, which could be better since I always have learned to type with my two index fingers, but the surprise to that is I type really fast for only using those two fingers.

In technology class, during elementary school, I never really cared to learn the other way. I was a very stubborn child and still now am subborn, and I thought that if using my wo index fingers work better, well then, I might as well use them. And ever since then they have worked, for the most part. I am writing this right now, and it seems to get that job done.

It seems like every morning I'm getting woken up by some text message from a different person every morning, because usually people wake up earlier than me, and in that case I hope they do, I usually sleep in until my body feels it's time for me to wake up, none of that loud alarm bullshit. My sleep pattern couldn't be more off than it already is and I could change it this week but this is my week off and even a week wouldn't adjust my sleeping pattern.

I don't think I am deveolping some sort of insomnia, it's just that I really am not tired at night. Mainly because I can steal wireless internet downstairs and I hate being downstairs when my Father and his new wife are down here. It's not that I hate my Father by any means, I just hate his Wife. She has been in my life for, I want to say, five years now, and every day that goes by that she is still in it my life at home seems better, and better.

Well, I think I am done for now, I might post tonight if I am feeling up to it. Right now I need to eat something before my stomach digests itself.