1. I live for naps

It's already February of 2009, and still I'm finding out who I truly am, what I should be, what I might be, what I want, etc. 

So I thought for this entire month I'll drop something about myself everyday. That way I can look back and think hey that's what makes me, me. If I built the momentum, who knows I might even do this throughout March.

1. Naps. How do I function without them? Based on research of human sleep cycles, we are supposed to be diurnal animals. We have two long cycles of awakeness, something that you see in babies all the time. They're super awake for a while, nap for days, then back at it. Normally, people get tired right after lunch say 1-2PM because of this cycle, and usually compounded with a heavy lunch. In Japan they had this little test run of this school where all the kids were forced to take a power nap of 30 minutes after lunch, and ALL of their test scores improved about 30%. Why did we take away naptime? It helped us all grow when we were kindergarteners, whyyyy. 

The other day I slept for 13 hours. It was so unnormal for my body that I slept at 9PM only to wake up sometime late at night, then again early morning and then finally up at 10AM. I was really energetic in the morning, which was a plus. But I still had my dip at 2PM and I felt really dissapointed. Then there are the days when you sleep at 4AM, wake up around 8 or so and feel really energetic but CRASH later. Screw you Newton and your laws of physics.

How sad is it that at 21 years of age, I still don't know what my "optimal" amount of sleep is? I love sleeping in on weekends, but I still will wake up groggy. I try waking up to music, slowly, sunshine, etc which are supposed to help. Personally, I'm going to try to go outside in the morning before going to school. I don't think that could backfire right? I've sadly conceided to the fact that I'll always be tired sometime during the day, but I don't want to face that reality.

Dreams: Probably from a week ago, I dreamt that I was playing baseball with friends. Standing on second base, there was a hit towards the gap and I remember chugging towards home. But for some reason I probably weighed somewhere near 250 lbs but didn't look it. Somehow I was fast gunning it to third, but then my weight caught me by surprised as I rounded the base and I was slow beyond belief. I beat the throw at home, but wobbling around and when I dove for home head first, I did that slow motion grab the base and slightly twirl thing and there's this giant grin on my face when I was safe. And that was a run-on, fuck me.

Let's hope I don't end up that big and/or slow. I know I'm nowhere near the speed I used to have when I played Little League, but yea. I need to get back to running.

PS. I watched the Super Bowl halftime show and sadly I don't know any of Springsteen's songs. But I do know that they're trying to get acts that won't stir up controversy a la Janet Jackson. Somehow I couldn't help but notice the FIRST thing he does when he gets the stage though. Maybe it's because I'm older know and I'm not aware of the little quirks of life, but did anybody else notice that he was on his knees, the mic stand in between his legs thinking...how is this not awkward? 

PSS. Ciara, fuck you. You turned an amazing oldies song in Simply Red | If You Don't Know Me By Now and stripped it just to turn part of it's chorus of "He will never ever love you." Not only are you not even close to key, I don't know what you're doing with your voice to make it even worse. It hurts my ears, I hope your song tanks because that's what I foresee.

Amazing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uv-bFQFDwRA

Worthless: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB20-srRI2U

Song of the day: Jay Rock | All My Life f. Lil' Wayne

Vegas/China Dream

my dream last night involved me in las vegas on a pitstop with my family. we ended up in chinatown, which was underground somehow and that reminded me of when i went back to china and most of the markets were underground. it was interesting because i felt some kind of power because i knew english, and everybody was speaking chinese the entire time as if they didn't, so my brain felt as if it was in china but i didn't realize i was in vegas until i woke up.  

i really wanted the food there, so yea i dreamnt of food. i got the usual hot food thing, like panda, 2 item combos with rice and i was kinda disappointed because i was so excited about it in the first place. so much so that i walked to each food place trying to find just one that i'd enjoy. it was really crowded, so much that i remember some old white guy who had a translator accidentally shove me aside, but then we conversed afterwards. the last thing i remember is knockin over a giant box, that inside was some kinda wine. there were two white girls at the counter and just me speaking english was astonishing to them. it's as if i really had dug a hole to china...but i knew it was vegas, what the crap?  

triggers: I was at TGIF last night with Katie, talking about Vegas. 

I've been eating the 2 item combos from 99 Ranch a lot recently. 

Two nights ago at the work party there was a family that was going to go to China soon, and I remember mentioning that I haven't gone in a long time.

Sleeptime

For the first time in a long time I'll be sleeping by 12. Crazy.

You know what else is crazy? The fact that in the next 5-10 years, I will be attending my friends' weddings. Especially because I've never gone to one myself, but chances are I'll be bombarded with invitations. I'm getting old. Who knew?

6:45am for a breast cancer walk? Sign me up! Def. not a morning person.
Greek IV Conference in Long Beach next weekend. STOKED.

Holy shit i can time travel.

In my dreams. As in this morning, when I decided to take a nap. It was intense, action packed, and best of all amazing.

I was also able to teleport, my most desired superpower, right after my hybrid had run out of gas and was then smashed into by another car in an empty parking structure...boom, teleported back in time to a party of some sort and because I had teleported, EVERYTHING changed. I can't remember which party, but all the events that happened that night were shifted somehow.

So yea. I can time travel. Who wants to come along?

Padre Gold

Last way was a lot of fun.

The bus ride was one of the best parts as always, so many people. But friggin cops...providing that saran wrap-cockblock of the night. Same cop that wrote me up in Marshall back then...fuck him.

High school gym dance set up anyone? It's okay. They had an ATM...

Shake that monkey.

Eclipse was good. Rush SigEp.

Life Goals

Simple stupid shit, like idiots who fail to realize it takes 1 extra second to lift a toilet seat up, annoy me. If you have to piss, fellas, I know you love to try to aim it through that gap but I'd say a good 85% of the time, especially incorporating drunken times, you're gonna splatter. And when the time comes to actually sit down because you're:
a) taking a shit
b) tired as hell from the day and don't want to stand anymore
c) both, and want to read a newspaper or whatever other reading material is around
d) trying not to splatter on yourself or the toilet seat

I don't want to sit on your piss. Yes I know it's sterile and clean, hell even potable need be. But I'd prefer not to sit on your piss. Simple right?

And also, go green. Most regular public restrooms use a 1.6 gpf (gallon per flush) toilet, but the urinals are use 1.0 gpf. If you have to piss, make it quick. You want to stand up and piss anyways, why splatter?

And I've decided that every person should do at least one significant excursion or something that is life altering, especially for the people around them. Like volunteer work in another country, or something to that effect. And I've found my calling. Somewhere in Haiti. The poorest nation in the Western Hemisphere that also has to deal with lovely hurricanes every summer. They share the island of Hispanola with the Dominican Republic (1/3 is Haiti, the other 2/3 is DR) and it sucks because the DR is very well off in comparison. Also, being a francophone nation, I'd love to improve my francais while I'm there. I think it'd be a neat experience. Especially after graduating where I have no money, like most of their citizens, to truly experience what it's like. Recently I was listening to NPR (the shit) and they talked about how poor Haiti is so that people eat "dirt biscuits", essentially taking a handful of dirt to fill your stomach, so that they would feel less hungry. That's awful. Why can't we do anything for these people? And it's such a beautiful island too. So yea, that's somewhere I'd definitely like to go to. Haiti. Wyclef Jean, I'm lookin out for you. Party to Damascus.

Young People Fucking.

In case you haven't see it, it premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival. And it's fucking hilarious. Why? Because it's a realistic movie with an outrageous title.

http://www.ypfthemovie.com/ in case you wanted to see the trailer

Best sequence in the movie? Between Kristin and Matt, who are best friends who want to become friends with benefits.

Kristen: Sometimes a fuck is just a fuck. It's grindin your shit and emptying your balls and falling asleep right after you cum. And that's what you and I are gonna do to one another because that's what friends are for. So stop fucking up the game plan and down that shot because after that your old buddy Kris is gonna blow you.

Hot, confident women.