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True stories of an insomniac
There are certain things in life that are bound to add a bit of spring into a girl's step. I think that daylight saving is one of them. Sure, you lose an hour of sleep (which is very precious to an insomniac like me), but what do you gain? Sunny nights that go on and on, filled with parties and barbeques and strappy shoes! Hurrah! Another thing that makes me feel good lately is wearing a dress. There's a certain magic about the dress. My sister is also very obsessed with wearing dresses at the moment. We are both big Tree of Life fans, and we buy lots (okay, one or two, after pay week) of breezy, romantic dresses from there. As my sister observed today, "You know, people are SO much nicer to you when you are wearing a dress!" And it is true. Instead of givng your Doc Martens a disdainful stare (it does happen at times in the office), people exclaim, "Oh, don't you look all lovely and colourful and summery!" Ha!
My friend Niccola (aka Vera, Spirulena, Enid or Guru) is also very good at making me feel peachy. I drove over to her place last night. The driving part, by the way, was totally scary- I had never been so far along that particular Sydney road before, and the whole time I was driving to her place, I had this sick feeling in my stomach. Anyway, when I eventually found her house, I was treated to an evening of home-made flat-bread (which is not actually squashed normal bread- it is a completely different form of bread), zippy salads, wonderful conversation...and MORGAN. Oh my goodness! Okay, so Niccola has been talking constantly about this girl called Morgan for the past few months. Morgan is Niccola's new friend. I heard so much about Morgan- about how cool she was, and how much fun she was, and her taste in clothes, and the food that she makes. I love hearing about other people's friends- it's like hearing about people's personal celebrities. Anyway, after ages of being busting to meet this girl, I FINALLY met her last night. And she gave me a hug right away! She said: "I have been web-stalking you!" Which is, you know, actually one of my favourite things to hear. I mean, I don't know any blogger who doesn't love readership. Anyway, Morgan is very cool and very nice, just like Niccola said. AND, she and Niccola and I are ALL the same height (sort of short-ish average), which is always cool, because then you can look them right in the eye. When I left, Morgan gave me these 3 home-made truffles to take home. Wooo! Anyway, Niccola is very cool in that she made me go out. I was going to stay home and play my guitar, but Niccola called me on Thursday morning and helped me to see that I was being ridiculous. I mean, staying home, AGAIN to play the guitar? Puh-lease! Thank goodness I have friends who throw excellent barbeques, and have new friends who make chocolate truffles!
In case you were wondering, I am still panicking about everything. Though I am a tiny bit calmer. This is because I spent nearly all of today practicing my singing and my gee-tar. I now have a new cover to sing- wooo! Plus weird hard bits on the tips of my fingers, where I hold down the guitar strings! Hooray- musical toughness! Anyway, I am panicking and stressing and freaking out (you get the picture) so much that I am not really sleeping well at all. Contrary to what you might think, being an insomniac is not romantic or glamorous. It doesn't mean that I stay up all night, composing amazing music and making art or anything like that. It just means that I always leave parties or dinners or Bible study really early, and then I lie in bed for ages imagining that everyone else in the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD is asleep, except for me. And then, once I do finally get to sleep, I wake up either randomly, or when I hear a tiny sound. Then I can't get back to sleep. So then I find myself in the bathroom at work, packing on black eyeshadow, to give me that nice "I'm awake and I could probably sing a great pop song" impression. Argh! This happens on alternating nights, and it sucks.
Okay. I am going to try to go to bed now. By the way, my performance is next Saturday. Argh! I am looking forward to it, though. It meant that I could buy a new top to wear. Hurrah! |