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★ Under the Weather ★

Thursday, December 29, 2011 ( 11:22 AM )

New Years weather is destined to be shitty. Which completely ruins my plans for outdoors exercise. Despite my fat size, the wind outside is probably enough to blow me to a place far, far away. It's screaming at the windows and prying under the shutters and shaking the entire 3rd floor, so I think it's safer not to venture outside today.
It's supposed to rain too.
I'm scared the stormy conditions will blow the windows off from our bedroom, which are already shaking and pleading their fragile state.

Last night, was one of the worse nights ever. I didn't get to sleep until 3.00am, which then I woke up at 6.45am, then just lay in bed until 9.12am. I think it's because I watch too much X Factor, and my brain is overstimulated, and my body is under stimulated, a terrible, terrible combination for someone who has borderline ADHD like myself. My mom also decided she wanted us to call her at 11.00pm last night, so we were all worked up but midnight by her tangled requests and questions.

It's so stupid, once I get into bed, I immediately feel energised.
=.=

Sleep has failed me.

On another note, the short periods of sleep in which I am granted with have presented me with the most queer and eccentric dreams...everynight...without fail. And I can remember all of them. Last night, I dreamed that my maternal grandmother moved into a house with a long driveway (looked like an NZ house on the outside, but once you went inside you got a splitting view of the Singapore city line and an upper view of a swimming pool, from a condo? I don't remember climbing any stairs though) and invited us for babysitting sessions every Friday. In my dream, she was always cooking, and I was always babysitting, random kids I didn't even know (they were all Asian babies!) Then one day, I asked if I could take leave to go to a school concert, and she said yes, but then this concert was at one of my old school's halls (Westburn to be exact, that hall doesn't even exist anymore) and I brought my ukulele there, but forgot to bring it home. 5 hours after the concert (it was 15.00 on my watch, the concert finished at 10.00) my dad brought me back to the hall in our old red Honda Odyssey and when we stepped out onto the back of the hall we were suddenly on the back veranda of 9our house in Christchurch and there were 2 red ukuleles there...one was broken, and the other was intact, but not my own (it didn't have a dolphin on it!) My broken ukulele appeared to be made of cardboard, because it ripped?! My dad didn't notice, and picked up my ukulele and proceeded to give me a lecture about taking care of my belongings...and then I woke up.

Phew. That was long and boring. And meaningless.
The other night I dreamed I killed someone-when I asked my mum what it meant, she said it was because I was watching too much CSI (this ca't be true! I don't even watch CSI! I watch NCIS!)

Another weird thing, is that I can remember more than one of the dreams I had.
I think this is just because my brain has nothing else to focus on.
Goodness, my brain is even more stuffed up than thought previously possible.