It's everybody's birthday these days.

So this is my post about how 19 is a wierd age and nothing exiting and new happens when you're 19, except for here in Chapaign you can get into bars when you're 19. That's moderately exiting, but I don't think I'll be going to any bars anytime soon.

I went home over the weekend and ate at the Chicago Diner with my mom and watched Amelie with Ethan and had birthday lunch with my grandparents and uncle and cousin. My mom is coming to visit me at school today, even though I said she didn't have to. She wants to have something to do.

I'm staying at school this weekend. Or, well, trying to. This will be the first weekend I've stayed at school even though I didn't have to. We'll see if my will breaks and I buy a train ticket at the last minute.

My mom got me freaking sweet new earphones for my iPod. They're the outside-of-the-ear kind, but they're really small, and the two ear things aren't connected by anything but a cord - which is retractable. And they sound way better than the cheap iPod earphones. I was using those for about two weeks before something went wrong with them and the left channel became significantly louder than the right. Plus, I had to listen to them so quietly that I could barely hear anything, because if I turned them up to a normal volume they would go all fuzzy. Fuck that.

My roommate tells me that last night in my sleep I gasped and said, "Oh, my God. Oh, my God." I can't remember what I was dreaming about.

I used to have all kinds of sleep issues. When I was little, I could never sleep because I never did anything so I was never tired, and I could never stop thinking. I would lie in bed for two or three hours before I finally went to sleep. When I did go to sleep, I would toss and turn all night, and sometimes I would sleepwalk. Once I woke up with no covers or pillows because I had moved them all to the bathroom in my sleep. Once I gave my mother a gift of a pillow when I was sleepwalking. Once I went to sleep on the top bunk and woke up on the bottom one. That was the last time I slept on the top bunk.

I hate Tuesdays and Thursdays because I have class during lunch, and I never have the foresight to pack something. I have tons of cooking stuff and nothing to cook.

Feh. Maybe I'll buy a train ticket home this weekend.

posted at 9:56 AM by Alison

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