Lacking. Sleep that is.

So a while back I actively decided to post more pictures, wrote just that, and then twice in the last week I was given grief for not having enough. How much can one person do people? Honestly. I decided that the answer to that question was to post a picture with every edition. I can't think of a word better than "edition" right now to take the place of post, which I already used in that sentence. I may be deliriously tired right now. Anyway, this is a picture of Seal and Heidi Klum, because who doesn't think of them every once in a while? Some time ago a friend at work called my extension specifically to ask me if I ever found myself thinking about them, and I realized that every once in a while, I totally do. Of course, not by choice. But I do love trashy magazines every once in a while. I generally don't know half of the people in them since I rarely listen to music on the radio and I don't watch that much tv lately, but I love looking at people that other people have deemed important enough to devote their lives to watching--very fascinating. My little sis calls them my Rags. I also think about Abraham Lincoln.

I haven't so much slept in the last few nights. I was studying the night before last, and then working late Monday because it was my last work day on. Last night I went home, fell asleep reading, and woke up late because my phone (which doubles as my alarm) decided that it lacked the battery power it found to be sufficient. I got to school late, making that 2 of 3 guest speakers I've been late to. My talent at showing up late and having legitimate reasons for doing so grows with every passing day. I found that our guest speaker today was actually a girl I used to play frisbee with. She is a few years older than I, but it was still strange to realize that my peers are now mostly all grown up with real jobs, and here I still am at school. She, like myself, has not been to play Ultimate in quite some time, though her excuse stemmed from having a legitimate life whereas I currently only have a pseudo one. I chatted with her a little after class, mainly because we were waiting for Steven and Steven seems to be drawn towards the front of the class like a bug to the light. He has all of these questions, and motivation that Devin and I will never have. For instance, we have a parasite packet, a research paper, and 2 tests right after Thanksgiving; did we work on any of these endeavors today? Of course not. Did Steven? I'm not sure, but the way he openly worried about them at school today implies a yes to me.

One day this summer--after Devin and I ditched out on our Stats class--we ate dinner at his sister Hoover's house. We then watched AFI's(?) 100 greatest movies of all times. It's amazing how many we hadn't seen, but felt we should. To enhance our knowledge of pop culture. So we made a list, a list which has only grown as time has elapsed, and now we have this ever growing never shrinking list of movies to watch. Today we decided to sacrifice our time towards accomplishing this noble goal we've set, by watching some of these movies in leu of our homework. Actually as it happens, our Micro lab, which was our last class of the day, was canceled. I was so happy. My plan upon ariving home (before my class was canceled) was to take a nap, because I was tired enough today that I actually fell asleep during Micro lecture, and was in an awkward enough position to be snoring ever so slightly. This is usually Devin's role. This probably looked especially bad because Devin and I had been drinking Henry Weinhard's rootbeer and my teacher actually stopped midsentence during our lecture when she noticed the bottles to ask "is that beer?" Just taking the edge off really, is that a crime? Of course I did not go home and sleep after the glorious revelation that I would not have to listen to a guest lecturer for 2 hours and take notes that I would then be required to turn in. As a child I remember waking up one morning and having the most intense desire I've ever had to not want to go to school. I was exhausted, and so I found myself trudging into my parents' room and passing out on the bottom portion of their bed--my older sister was sitting on their bed already in her pajamas, and they with her were watching the news. That was the first snow day I remember having, I was in the third grade I believe, and the moment the news anouncer voiced that I wouldn't have to go to school that day, I was wide awake with joy and excitement. I spent the day with the rest of the neighborhood kids being pulled around in tubes tied with ropes to the back of a neighbor's 4 wheel drive vehicle. That was followed by sledding in my across the street neighbor's yard, for their dad had plowed all of the neighborhood's snow into massive piles on their lawn. We had forts and snow caves everywhere in those mountains of snow. Today was much like that day, only really not at all like that day, minus the no school part. I went home and read by the large window in my living room, enjoying the day light and my very comfortable couch. Then much later Devin and I watched Citizen Kane with crazy bread and soda, whilst my roommates and the like made copius amounts of noise in the background.

If I had as much money as Heidi Klum and Seal, I would definitely have more time to sleep.