Bad BAD Sleep! No Dessert!

Are there good reasons for being up this late? Perhaps today is a forewarning that Mondays will suck extra hard. I have 5 hours of classes today, but my main concern is that I'm not asleep. I am a dumbass. I've been being pathetic for the last few hours by reading blogs of people I don't know. Apparently there are a lot of people out there that don't blog in English, so I feel victorious when I come upon a blog that is in the language I prefer. I've come across lots of interesting/entertaining blogs before, but tonight nothing was amusing me. Bits and snatches interested me, like: "I hate being a bitch. But he has go to learn," but in general, it was worthless. All I want to do is go, "fuckity fuck shit!" very loudly, over and over again, very loudly, then punch myself until I go to sleep. Okay, that might be a bit harsh, but I am aggravated with myself for not being tired. My problem is that I don't get tired. I don't think I'm normal in that respect. I guess the only thing I might have reached a greater understanding of today was that everyone has their own thoughts. I know that sounds really pathetic. I was reading posts of people in singapore and the UK and australia and all over the world, and despite my immediate labeling of them as losers based on their boring "blahg," I read a paragraph or two, just based on the fact that it was in English and I could, and came to understand a bunch of people a bit more. My new years resolution is to understand the human race. That might be a bit tight, but there are a lot of different people out there. Anyways, I promised myself that I would blog and go to sleep, so the sooner I end this blog, the sooner I'll get a couple hours of sleep, as worthless as they may be. At this point, I'm convinced that light has a highly significant part in triggering the sleep reflex. Granted, last semester I didn't sleep much when there was no light besides my computer screen, but lately I've had lights on and also not been sleeping. Regardless, I just turned off the lights and now I'm planning to keep them off when it starts getting past my bedtime. Isn't this interesting? Gosh golly I'm a significant human. Every day my problem is based on sleep. Wtf! Why is my crazy crap sleep pattern fucked up so bad? It's really annoying, like a small child some neighbor of yours owns and brings over, that bugs you when noone else is looking, yet the parents are friends of your parents, and nobody supports your case that this small child is annoying, because he is an angel in their eyes. Eventually, the urges to kick this child grow until you actually do kick him, and then he runs away screaming tear-streaked to his mommy, who talks to your mom and you get a scolding. Sorry for getting a bit off track there, but I think comparing my misbehaving sleep pattern to a boy who should get kicked in the face fits very well. I talked to blair and brian and fricano since 2am, so I'm not completely alone, but still, this is total crap and it needs to get punched in the face. Okay, I'm concluding this criticism of my self-destructive hating of my sub-concious desire to eat away at my success by keeping me concious during hours that should be spent dreaming. In other words, enough angry ranting for one night.