We have a rather insane sleep schedule on my wing of my floor. Jeremy the other day slept from 4 am to 6 pm. The poor guy stays up all night doing homework for classes he never attends. He wants to get caught up this weekend and get back on a regular sleep schedule. I hope he does.
Last night I stayed up until 4 in the morning just talking with several guys on my floor. I think I’ve thoroughly screwed up my sleep schedule. I’m not even tired at 2 any more. This is not a good thing, eventually it will bite me back. Luckily my roommate and I have pretty much the same sleep habits. However, he gets to sleep in more often than I do because he doesn’t have the work schedule that I have. I only have Saturdays to sleep in. This is not a good thing.
A word of warning: Pez is addictive.
My advice for the day: Girls are nothing but trouble. Guys, write that down.
Earlier yesterday (the days blend together for me now), I was researching for a paper I have to have written by tomorrow. While I was studying it struck me that I was listening to a whole cacophony of sounds. I had hardcore blaring (Zao). Down the hall to my right was another song playing and Alan was blazing away at Unreal Tournament as usual. Down the hall to my left was yet more music (country I think). All together I was listening to three songs and the sounds of a raging online battle. And, yes, I was studying. Actually, I got quite a bit done. At the time, it just seemed rather odd, almost silly, the amount of noise that was flowing through my dorm. In the halls, it was just a broth of tones with few discernable ingredients. How conducive was this to the pursuit of knowledge? Am I not at a place of learning? Ah, yes, it was a Saturday. Saturdays are for sleeping in and living loud.