My computer tells me it's 2:37 in the A.M.
I'm hardly tired at all
Mine tells me it's 2:00, but I posted *after* you did! Paradox!!
My psych teacher says that the time that the body usually feels the most tired is 3:00 A.M. If you're trying to stay up all night, once you get past that, apparently it'll be a lot easier.
I'm not gonna try, though.
My psych teacher blew off his pinkie on the fourth of July. Yay, Kansas.
I just played Rock Band for the first time today. I like Guitar Hero better. But whatever.
I like the drums. I do, I do.
No, there isn't a point to this post. I'm just saying whatever comes to mind knowing that someone else must deprive themselves of sleep in order to respond to it!
All I know is I don't have to be at work for another 14 hours and I just did some food shopping.
Life is complicated.
Death is not.
I don't know what it'd be like to be a parent. Overprotective parents seem so annoying to me now but I know that when I'm older I'll be super-paranoid about my kids. What goes around, comes around, I guess. Or what came around will go around again. Or something.
My parents were always very lenient on what us kids chose to do with our time/money/lives (I've dropped out of college twice now and my parents were understanding of my reasons/logic). As youngsters, we each decided what hobbies interested us the most - be it soccer, baseball, playing trumpet, writing, acting, whatever - and our parents did their best to keep us going.
But on the other side, they did *not* tolerate a "gimmy gimmy" attitude and laid down the Law whenever required. My mother carried inside her purse a large wooden spoon, which she would unsheathe when one of us boys got out of line - in a restaurant, in the mall, at school functions (extremely embarrassing) and whoop our little bottoms until we understood their point: don't be stupid, least of all around other people.
Case in point: I am going to physically punish whatever children I have, because it teaches them manners, respect, and common sense. I agree that overprotective parents that coddle their bratty child's every whim are infuriating; even more so when I realize that those snot-nosed, spoiled heathens will eventually "grow up" and think that they have some kind of say in the matters of the world. It will be the job of my children to beat those people down at every possible moment.
Goodnight!
I mean, Good Morning!
Both to you.