Goodnight World, Hello Insomnia!

While the rest of the world is fast asleep in their beds (and by the rest of the world I mean those living here in Indiana, I do realize that there are different time zones) I usually lie here awake wonder what it is like to be asleep. For the past number of years I have not been able to fall asleep at a reasonable time. Call it a gift or a curse, but it is rather inconvenient at times. I get lots of work done. I am thoroughly accomplished at arts and crafts. However, when it comes to waking up at a reasonable hour, it can be a challenge. As a college student with 8am classes (not too shabby compared to high school, I know) it is difficult. So, as the clock continues to tick by, I figured I should do something more productive with my time. I watch Sherlock and Doctor Who, and millions of other shows. I read and I would sing if it wouldn't annoy my neighbors. This seemed like the next creative step for me to take. After all, I always have a lot on my mind, and this might be the perfect place to just let loose.

So, for my first interesting talk of somethingness, the interesting things you see and hear late night on campus.  (especially Thursday night). I go for late night drives a lot when I can't sleep, sometimes it helps clear my head. Driving through the downtown, all of the bars and clubs are lit up, as drunken college students stumble about and security guards stand attempting to look menacing on the corners. (I'm sure there are things they would rather be doing than watching college students drink). So as I drive about town, hoping one of the many intoxicated 20 something year olds don't stumble out in front of my car, I watch carefully, being the best driver I can be. I pull into Taco Bell, down the street from two bars, and there are anywhere between 20 and 30 people just loitering around the parking lot and in the middle of the drive-thru lane. I mean, Taco Bell is great and all, but no one was buying any food. Some of them appeared to be trying to break dance, but honestly, most of them were just stumbling about, the girls in high heels that looked overly uncomfortable for any night of the week. Why were they all there? I do not know. But when I tried to drive out of the parking lot, it was like they had no intention of moving. They were slower than molasses. Terribly slow. But eventually they got out of the way.

As I returned to my dorm, I walked across the main quad, and a random guy who I did not know, nor had I ever seen told me to "Have a good night and sleep well." (Mind you there was no one else around me, or I would have assumed he was talking to someone else.) Dressed in sweat pants and an oversized T-shirt, I was not, nor would I ever be an attractive target at anytime of day, let alone at 1 in the morning. So I am forced to assume that he was being very polite and cordial. Still, it was kind of strange. When I walk down the street or around my dorm, if I do not really recognize someone I am not likely to talk to them. But I guess, kudos to you, random guy I've never met before. Thank you for being polite, even though it was a bit odd. :D

So, this brings me to the close of my first blog. I'm sure there will be many other things for me to say eventually, but for now, I will just stick with this. Don't want to overload the world with my many awesomely random stories. Until next time, have a good day, and count your blessings!