And the insomnia continues...

it is way past my bedtime.in an alternate universe, at least. why am i such a night owl? i just don't get it. maybe, secretly, I'm a vampire who isn't completely allergic to the sun, so therefore I'm still able to go out in it and only have mild to moderate irritation. I dunno. What I do know is that it's nearing 4 am and I'm not all that tired. This is not an uncommon occurance. It's not unusual for me to be up this late (though lately, I've been trying to make an effort to get to sleep by 2ish.)

all i need are fangs and a coffin and i'm good to go, baby!

one thing is for certain. no matter what, I have to be up with Liam at 7am and try to stay awake with him until at least 9. i should really be up with him all day, but the way this night is going, i doubt that it'll happen, especially since i have to work tomorrow night. I think i may just stay up until he goes for his nap and pray that he takes a 3 or 4 hour long nap in the afternoon. Let's keep our fingers crossed, shall we?

what has kept me up on this particular evening is, for once, not the computer, or Rob's snoring, the temptation to read, or to watch Suspiria for the 20th time. Instead, I wound up hanging out with Larry and Dave, and subsequently having a really great time just talking and hanging out. This was my first time hanging out with Larry, and while I enjoy his company and think he's a great guy, I think that he is probably more into one on one hanging out. I think this only because he was very quiet while Dave and I blabbed at each other all night. He probably just couldn't get a word in edgewise, but maybe he was just tired, who knows? :)

Dave is very cool. He is of like mind and it is rare for me to meet people who are. I know a lot of people I get along with, but there are few that I connect with and feel comfortable with. I shouldn't say "feel comfortable" because I feel comfortable around just about anyone, I guess it's just a quicker way of saying "this person has a lot of the same ideas and values as I do." I really like being around people who make me feel as though nothing I say is going to shock them or make them think less of me. I hate feeling like I have to censor myself with anyone I'm talking to. I usually don't, but I just don't like that passing thought of, "Oops, maybe I shouldn't have said that" after I tell someone something and they get this look on their face that looks like they just drank some sewer water. As anyone who knows me or who reads this journal knows, I'm really blunt and honest, so it's not easy for me to not say exactly what's on my mind. And some of the things that I think about are probably not things that should be shared with just anyone. I'm positive that I've probably turned a lot of folks off with my exclamations of joy at seeing someone's head ripped off in a movie, or my overt flirtaciousness. (I like extremes too, see? ;))

I told Dave that he reminds me a lot of Bill. He really does, in a lot of ways. He even kinda looks like him in weird, stereotypical ways (long hair, excruciatingly thin, glasses, handsome in a nerdy kind of way. You know what I'm sayin.) They are by no means the exact same kind of person, they have different senses of humor for starters, but they are both very caring, intellectual, and full to the brim with common sense. So basically, I am glad to have met another person who I feel I've clicked with really well, and despite only knowing him for not even a week, I feel fairly confident that I can call him a friend. Yay! :)

Oh jeeze. I almost forgot. Today was Mother's Day. No, I didn't contact my mother or send her a card. Before you freak out and email me some sort of Haitian voodoo curse, read this so you know exactly why she doesn't deserve it. I had a good mother's day, though. Rob let me sleep till noon, did the dishes and the laundry, took me to Chili's for lunch, and bought the Phenomena DVD for me that I can't watch until Josephine and I have a day off together. (By the way, I think I'm over all the shit I wrote about before. What I said about trusting her completely still holds true, but it's an undeniable fact that I like the girl because she's really nice and I get along with her fairly well when we're not out in public and I'm seething about her getting more attention than me. :)) Thank god for this journal, or I would have some serious pent up stress going on. Speaking of which, I could use a good backrub, so if you're nearby and feel like offering, by all means, BE MY GUEST. I still think it was a travesty that I had to work on Mom's day, but I'm glad I did. I had a good time tonight, and there's nothing I like more than getting to know new people and having good, long, intelligent conversations.

blah, blah, blah... does she *ever* shut up? get me out of here, dammit!