Random Thoughts at 9am

When else am I awake at 810am when I haven't not pulled an all-nighter? The sleepiness has not yet entered my eyes or brain. It's Snowing! Anyways, I been up doing random crap. Brian just signed off not too long ago, maybe 6 or 7 or 8. I've totally lost track of time in that sense. But I'm always reading some article or blog or something. And I have a grand announcement to make: we've gone national! That's right: the visitors to this site are no longer strictly from the US. I got two hits from Spain! What now. Oh-I'm still not getting the random anonymous responses I crave and thus I can't write to suit my audience because I just have to guess what they want. Once again I will state my opinion that I believe this to be total crap. My insecurities that I am not delivering to the proper audience are enhancing themselves and I'm powerless to prevent it! Anyways, I checked out Fruity Loops and version five came out but apparently it's 100$ to the best of my knowledge, whereas last years version is $50, or maybe I could even gank the program for free if I wanted. So I have the dilemma of whether I want to spend 100, 50 or 0 dollars. I want to write music because for the last few months I've had on and off desires to put my musical creations to program and feel accomplished. The program seems simple enough with a few hours practice, and the only reason I stopped writing techno was that I no longer have the software since my computer crashed over the summer. That along with the fact that I have little patience and will often opt for much less brain draining activities, aka watching tv that's already been turned on(since I rarely turn on the TV myself), or doing the various other activities that accompany my life. Oh and apparently even I can sometimes have deep thoughts and an "interesting theory" every once and a while. This was made in reference to my comment that people don't really change, they just make choices they've never made before. It's still them making those choices. College, for example, doesn't change people, it merely opens up a different lifestyle and if you presented them with that same scenario, their behavior is bound to happen due to their character. That was more or less the point I made earlier tonight and at least one person thought it meant something other than that I'm on LSD, crack, heroine, marijuana, opium, ecstasy and a slew of other drugs mixed together to create a super-ultra drug of stupendous mayhem that I'm not taking. I suddenly became hungry. Seems logical enough since I don't recall any substantial food I had yesterday since 4pm. I ate a lot of cookies, sugar cookies yesterday: maybe 3 cookies and then 3 more in dough form. And I had a couple yogurts, but manufacturing companies like Yoplait, despite their good product, package them in little, dinky 4 ounce containers that are almost a waste of your time if you're after something to quell the hunger pains. Then again, if they sold containers of their yogurt in 36 ounce tubs, I would eat one and never want to have yogurt again. These crafty dairy mages have clearly found the middle path and despite my complaints, as a consumer I have proven that their methods are effective against even those who want to protest. Now Ben is on and complaining about my grand design for sleep. Strange--how people can have such ridiculously perpendicular patterns of RMS, yet function together as a society and as a group of friends, no less. I didn't intend to fix my sleep cycle tonight, but the desire for sleep never arose, thus tonight's the night. Crap, my dad just woke up and is now making a clatter below me. I will no doubt get stupidly tired sometime between now and 9pm but I must not give in to temptation. Nay--I will stand strong, holding firm in my resolve to tear down then rebuild my cycle of sleep. I think the fact that my room was heated the whole night through had a large role to play in my staying awake, because when it gets cold in here, I'll start shivering and freezing my legs off and the only place of escape from the element that is the climate in my upstairs room is between a mattress and some covers. Tonight the heat was left on for some reason, and that, combined with the powers of my flannel-style pajama pants (with penguins!), did the trick. I was contemplating different ways to approach my blog, to get more creative in my masterful sewer for the rain that is my desire to type, such as write poetic crap or reviews or short stories. So far, I've thought this over a couple times and come to a conclusion that I need to be more decisive in shorter increments of chronology (if I can state "amount of time" in as verbose of words correctly). I think I should occasionally do strange things, if they should strike my fancy, for the good of the webpage. Once again I will be taking suggestions. I would continue this conversation but for the fact that my dad walked up the stairs and declared at the top of his voice that he needs the phone. Were you as remotely located as me, you would understand that this is derived from the fact that out here in the country, we don't receive the services known as cable that so many of you urban-dwellers do. I should do right with his request.