No, I have not blogged in a while. Truth be told, I've been a little preoccupied with school. There's just so much to do all of the time. I've pulled two all nighters this semester... I've never had to do anything like it before in my entire life. There is nothing quite as dreadful as staying up all night against your will.
Remember when you were a little kid and it was always a contest to see how late you could stay up. One time I went to a friend, Stacee's, sleepover birthday party where we fought the clock and tried to stay up as late as possible. Also, we tried to give Blair a "make-over" by doing her lipstick like "Queen Amidala" from Star Wars: Episode 1. Being a little kid was awesome.
We would sing loudly, draw on the people's faces who fell snoozed earlier than the rest of us, and pretend to all be asleep when Stacee's Dad came down to chide us for 1. Being awake and 2. Being loud while we were awake.
Why can't "All Nighters" in college be as fun as the one's when we were younger?
Some of my favorite "Up All Night" memories were in high school. Lucky enough for me, I went to Franklin Central High School where we have a student run radio station. I was a member for 3 years and at the end of each spring semester in May, they would have the "Insomniac Takeover." This is where all of the radio staff members would be "on live" all night long until 6am. We would bring in junk food and play music... but we'd also roam the halls of school trying to play capture the flag or hide and go seek. One time we caught a couple getting "steamy" (literally, the windows were steamed up) in the parking lot. However, one of my favorite activities we started doing were trash can races.
For some reason our school had these huge-gray-wheeled trashcans So, we started a WRFT tradition by tossing a person in each of two trash cans and having a race around the school. One person would ride in the can while other people pushed them. It got pretty serious because we had some cross country runners on staff.
As the night would wear on, we would fight to stay awake and make it until 6am, when we would go home and crash into pillows and blankets.
This was so fun! Why is it now, the thought of staying up all night makes me want to barf up hydrochloric acid? Or lick a sandpaper popsicle for desert? Perhaps its because the last time I stayed up all night involved me sewing together books for HOURS while watching season 3 of Gossip Girl. It wasn't a particularly significant event in my life. Nothing spectacular happened... and I was alone. Just me, my thread, my needle, Chuck Bass, Blair Waldorf, and the night. How miserable.
Not that watching Chuck and Blair is miserable. The plot can be quite compelling and Ed Westwick isn't bad to look at... but still...
Now it's Thanksgiving break... I am trying to make up for lost sleep. But I am dreading going back to school and back to all of the late nights.
I am worn out with being a Residents Assistant. I am sick of working on things constantly and still feeling like my work isn't good enough. I just want Christmas Break to come knockin' on my door, bringing good cheer, Bing Crosby, and egg nog.
Yes I like egg nog. It's flipping delicious... what of it?