I shall say that trying to sleep for three minutes and then deciding that you cannot sleep any longer is useless.
There have been times when I’ve stayed up the whole night; deciding that I cannot sleep any longer after the first two hours. If I don’t sleep, trying gets me into a trance where time passes oh so slowly, but seems short the day after. And my parents would murder if I get up to watch TV. It takes me two hours to get to sleep on a summer day. Minimum. Anger does not deter sleep if I am really that tired.
School days are me fighting off sleep deprivation, on the other hand.
Just try to sleep?
hel·la adj.
- very, really
- a lot of
- Damn, you have hella shit in yo’ house! (Translation: Wow, you have a lot of possessions in your home!)
- Shit, you’re hella retarded. (Translation: Oh, you’re pretty lacking in the intelligence department.)
Note: Hecka is the lesser variant of hella. It is milder, less offensive, and used by younger children so their parents don’t beat their asses for swearing.
Sometimes, I forget that the world doesn’t live in the unfriendly neighborhood of NorCal. Or the Bay Area.
Please, Britons, no comments on America’s stupidity. We know. Or don’t.
Actually, this post has nothing to do with bongs, which is a kind of smoking device, but rather my inability to do anything when confronted with the “Write Post” page of Wordpress.
Usually, I have several ideas throughout the day. You know, “Oh man this would be a great topic for my blog!” But I can’t write anything when it comes to actually writing anything. So I’m going to recycle some old draft posts.
Read the rest of this entry »