sleepless in syracuse, yet again
This a serious problem. Regardless of the time I intend to sleep, whether it be 11pm or 2am, I can't seem to fall asleep until 4am. Every time I rest my head on these damn pillows, my brain suddenly gets cluttered with thoughts: what I should do when I get home,if I should switch schools if I don't get into the program I want, the perfect outfit for the upcoming weekend or two (or five), where I should go for break now that the bahamas plan is dead and buried, the start of the perfect short story, should I try and write for one of this school's many lovely publications? How can I get involved? What'll this summer be like? Who will I marry? If I were to open a shoe store, what would it be called? What's the name of that amazing vintage store in the LES that had great sales and that cute Hermes nautical print wrap skirt? I need more hats in my wardrobe. And fur. And silver jewelry that I will make myself, given that god gives me the skillz as a hannukkah gift. I also need more socks: high, low, patterned, wool, all shapes and sizes, socks cocks socks socks socks roxboxloxandbagel.why don't I live in nyc? Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus. I'm going to fail my final tomorrow...splendid, splendid, splendid. Oh, and I still have 2 papers to write...fantastic. I wonder what happened on geeg on monday night. I cannot wait to download entourage season cinq when I get home. Oh and why do 99% of boys, the ones who are supposed to have penises,end up being p-u-s-s-i-e-s? Serious question and I'm open to all possible theories you may or may not have. Oh, it's 4:06! Pretty sure that means bedtime. Hope you enjoyed that display of introspection, xo.