Night-Time Reflections

[Lucid]

This will hopefully be the first of many, though of what exactly, I do not know. I'm writing now for several reasons. The most important one being that I honestly think I have the worst memory in the world. So, in essence by keeping this journal I'm creating a reliable account of things that happen to me and the thoughts that I have about them. The other reasons for which I am writing I am too lazy to say right here, but I am confident they will be alluded to (if not described in utter detail), later on.

The First Confession : I am an insomniac
I've always had a compulsion to stay up late. I don't know what it is. I don't really think its a bad thing. Even when I stay up late writing a journal on the internet at 1 in the morning, when I know very well that tomorrow will be a 9am to 10pm day. Like I said, its a compulsion. I also seem to be very constructive in an almost superhuman way. Turn on the lights or call it morning, and I'm a procrastinating fool yet again.

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So, seeing as how I was just given a random burst of sleepyness, I should take advantage of it and try to get at least 6 solid hours of sleep. I also really hope I remember to find the time tomorrow to call my mom. She sent me an email earlier today and from the way she talks about how quiet it is at home, it appears she is very lonely.

 

[Lucid]

<Sigh>

Ok, so there's more to say, and the darkness and hour of the night compel me to continue. I figured I would at least introduce myself. I decided to do this moments ago after I realized that these forums actually get read by numerous people (this is the first time I've ever even been to this site).

My real name is Chris. My user name is Lucid because it is the DJ name I just recently decided upon (spinning records is my hobby of sorts). I am a sophmore at a state university and my major is still undeclared, though I am leaning towards computer science. I'm a quirky person to say the least. Or maybe that's just something everyone thinks about themself. The latter is probably the truth.

Ok, in all honestly the remainder of this introduction is goin to be lame and brief, but I am beginning to halucinate from the mix of pot and sleep deprivation. Must sleep.

I'm 19 years old but feeling like I'm middle-aged. Not physically, but mentally; I am constantly struck with the fear of how incredibly short a lifetime is. Maybe thats why I stay up late all the time. Normal people spend a good part of their lives sleeping it away. To me, that seems a bit of a waste. And that's all I can say tonight, my eyes are refusing to stay open.