night owls and the neon light disease.

i'm currently sitting in the dark at the table of ciera the great's house because i forgot to do this whole blogging thing earlier today. it's 3 AM and i'm not even close to being tired. wanna know why? when i got home from work at 2 (which was SO nice. i don't think i've ever gotten off work that early) i laid down on my sleeping bag to plan what adventures i wanted to have the rest of the day. in an attempt to think at my fullest potential i shut my eyes. worst idea ever. next thing i knew i was waking up from the strangest dreams i've had in a looong time full of people i hardly ever see (does anyone else dream about people that you're not really that good of friends with. it makes telling people about my dreams semi awkward) with swollen hands and a million text messages. yes. a million. this is becoming a problem.

i am the only person i know who can lay down and fall asleep all within one minute and who takes naps that last three hours each time. but then again, i'm also one of the few people i know who have seen the sunrise due to staying up too late and waking up early all within a three day period.

remember when i tried to fix my sleeping schedule last semester and i ended up staying up for 38 hours with only one hour of sleep in the mix? and how all that did was just make me unmanageably loopy and tired for the next two days? it seems so weird to me that sleep is such an essential part of living (i mean it takes up like 1/3 of our lives, right? or did i just make that up?) and i still can't seem to grasp the concept of going to bed at ten and waking up at seven. heck, i don't even know the last time i went to bed before midnight. you'd think being an adult would come with a built in sleep schedule. i guess not.

i read an article within the past year about some guy (ten points for being specific and taking the time to look up the article for you. saaarcasm) who held an experiment on the human circadian rhythm. he took a few volunteers and stuck them alone in a room underground, completely undisturbed and then monitored their sleep patterns. after a few months almost all of the people adapted to a 27 hour day instead of our normal 24 hour day. now that i've taken the time to write that out i totally forgot what my point was in explaining that. you're welcome.
i guess i'm just curious why it is that i can't seem to get myself to sleep like the rest of you. i'm not an insomniac, that's for sure. i get tired, i fall asleep easy, and i never wake up during the night. it's just a matter of the time that i get tired.

so right here i had totally planned to show you this gem i'd found on tumblr the other day that had made me laugh. i was some comic about night owls and the nightly struggle they face. but, saddest face, i just spent five minutes looking for it and i can't find it anywhere. bummer.
because i couldn't find what i originally wanted to show you, here is a picture of something else that almost applies to my current situation

i love this. thank you shel silverstein

and there's our answer, ladies and gentleman. i'm a baby bat.