But what good is that when you're just going to wake up at one am anyway?
It was just past four and I was going down. I wasn't supposed to, but it was just supposed to be a nap. A simple little nap.
That really didn't work. So, I'm all ready for the day, too bad I don't live in France.
This is all rooted in my attempt to get back into a schedule what with school starting up again tomorrow (today?) since Study Break (a week) is ending. I have been attempting to pull all-nighters for the past three mornings but to no avail. I tend to get to somewhere between ten and eleven at best. But not this (Sunday) morning! I had been voluntold(?) to come to choir for church this morning and so I made every effort to be there. Including that when I couldn't get to sleep last night, just staying up the few extra hours. (Most nights, what with my staying up, I would slowly chalk-up some sleep deprivation -but Friday night threw that off by me actually getting eight hours. Too bad I slept until 6pm)
When I arrived at the church and saw I projector I went "oh. oh yeah. He told us today was the Annual Meeting..." which they have now put
into the service (ever since last year) to try to improve attendance. (They put one hymn and the Benediction on the other side, so some people leave anyway. -Including most of the choir XD but to be fair, most of them are University students who are there just for the choir -Taking music and university. I am there for the choir as well, but it is also one of my churches) So, when they set up the tables for the meeting I snuck out and put my gown and music away, put my blaizer back on and picked up the rest of my stuff.
In anycase, the main point was that we got home at (or around...) one. Mom was like "what?"
Anywho...
So, I wound up waking up in my dream just after my friend started playing her clarinet (which I'm pretty sure she doesn't have one) so that it sounded like a train.
A very loud train. The weird part is that I didn't wake up immediately after that, but that we continued to walk down those rusty stairs for a little bit (or were about to) and suddenly I've woken up to the epilougal "And we continued playing our instruments to the bottom of those stairs, so that by the time we got there, we'd gone from sounding like a buck fifty, to two bucks."
Seriously. What the heck?
So... yeah. Now I'm just sitting here in my room, with it being very windy outside. There keeps being a "thunk, thunk....thunk..." just outside my window, the high-pitched wistle blows from time to time and then the rustle and whoosh of the wind surrounds.
Interesting stuff? I don't even remember which journal this link directs to anymore.- - -
I'm tempted to right down more of my dream. It was vaguely interesting. Unlike my dream midweek *shivers* I think I managed to forget that one now. All I remember now was that I was almost strangely compelled to write that one down.
Ah man... now I'm hungry.. I think I've eaten nothing so far today. Aside from some Sociable crackers and tea after the church service. Because I didn't bother with breakfast, the service went until lunch and then I worked in the house until crashing at four. I was hungry in the church service, but I guess that the tea helped me to forget about it.
Maybe that's what I need now... a good cup of tea.
After that dream, I am also compelled to practise my flute. ["Oh, you're going to play for us too?" "Nah, I just brought it to give Melissa support" -Ah dreams... the only story which can sufficiently do rewrites. -I had no
idea that she was going to bring an instrument
, but then it was "all part of the plan". Which it wasn't! D: ]
Whoa. Dude..?
to do list 
Sadness
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I Have To Pee
Artistic
Irritated
