Hey Mr. Tamborine Man.....I'm Not Sleepy!

I hate not being able to sleep. I hate being restless. I can never sleep and when I do sleep I tend to sleep in three hour intervals. I'll sleep for three hours wake up and play video games, go run some errands, move my car because of street cleaning or something then I'll fall back asleep for three more hours. That's if I sleep at all.

I can't believe how hard it is for me to fall asleep. For me to fall asleep I have to drastically change my breathing pattern. I have to consciously breathe slow and deep. Or I have to crash from being up for 48 hours or more straight. I just wish someone would put a pillow over my face and hold it there just long enough to knock me out but short enough to keep me alive. This lack of sleep is killing me. On the other hand I do get a lot done during the day. I don't waste my days away sleeping. I actually get to enjoy the day before work which probably keeps me sane in my sleepless world.

Classes start next week. I'm pretty excited about beginning a new semester but I'm not excited about my schedule. Another four months or so of full-time work and school. School in the day and work at night and into the early morning. I feel I'm ready this time. I did it last semester and got a 3.1 so this time I'm aiming for the sky. I want a 4.0 fuck all that. It's 4.0 time!

I proof read my posts and I start a lot of sentences with "I," "I'm," and "It's." I'm not the greatest writer in the world but I know I'm better than that. But fuck it. My readership of negative 5 people don't give a damn.

I've been listening to a lot of Young Jeezy, Three 6 Mafia, and Lil' Flip lately. Yeah I'm shocked too. I don't know why but sometimes I get tired of Hip-Hop. I love soul and funk and that will never ever grow old to me but "Hip-Hop for life" elitist emcee types get on my nerves sometimes. I guess sometimes I'm in the mood to feel exploited.

Yesterday, January 28th, was the one year anniversary of me moving to Los Angeles and fitting for that day I got my California ID in the mail. I'm officially a California resident. Feels pretty weird. Previously I didn't want to become a resident of California but with time comes thought and change and I realized that this is my home now. There isn't anything for me back in Seattle. I can visit my family and friends whenever I get the chance.

I don't think I'm missed at all and I must admit that kind of hurts my ego and my feelings. It's crazy to go a whole day without any phone calls or messages on Myspace or Facebook from any of your friends. They're both social networks that are supposed to keep you in contact with your friends or whoever no matter where they are on the globe. Sometimes I go whole weeks without any contact with my "friends." Not being there is an obstacle but it just sucks not to receive a phone call, text, or anything.

Especially when I make an effort to call all of the people who are my "friends." I guess we're only friends when I'm in town. That's satisfactory I guess. Now that I think about it. I never was the person who's phone rang off the hook. I always had to call everyone no one ever called or calls me. Kind of pathetic I guess if not having friends is pathetic. I got my baby Qiannie pie. She's always there. She's my bestest bud, my love, my Queen Qiannie! I don't mean to get all sensitive but in this world of advanced communication, people are more connected than ever before, I can't even get a "Hey" or a "I'm just dropping by to show some love."

I have my Xbox 360 and a couple new games to keep me occupied and schools coming up next week as well. So friends? Who needs friends? Sleep? Who needs sleep? Never even heard of that shit.

Mr. Tamborine Man please play that song again.