Thursday, November 26, 2009

Late night thinking.

The Tylenol i took about 2 hours ago still hasnt kicked in. The box labeled as night cold medicine seems to have deceived me yet again. I need something to pass the time as thoughts of sleep creep into my mind (unfortunately not yet). Once again, I turn to the god sent machine we humans like to call a macbook. As i surf the endless waves, links, pages of google, i find myself turning back to one search topic; Alexa Chung. I've realized i have a bit of an obsession with her, not in the creepy stalker way. She really is the coolest person alive, her effortless style, her lovely job and not to mention the great fish she has caught (or should i say monkey? arctic.) Yes, its true, she is the epitome of cool, and she is who i want to be when i grow up. My teacher and mentor tells me you should never want to be someone, but i disregard his advice. I want to be Alexa Chung. However, i scorn myself for admitting this. It's quite pathetic really, drooling over someone who i will most likely never meet. Oh well.

I tried to pull myself away from the countless pictures of Alexa all over the web by closing my laptop and turning off the lights, but the attraction was much too strong and i caved like weak knees. At this point in the night, my mind is not just filled with thoughts of the lovely ms. Alexa, but of other things. Writing this is one for example. Sleep has yet to knock on my door, so i will keep writing.

I have a friend. Her name is Dawn. She is pretty rad. The average indie, music loving, band tshirt wearing girl with unatural red hair that she seems to pull off effortlessly. At first glance, the 4'9'' seems a bit cold, but things change once you put her in defrost mode. Especially when it comes to her breast cancer beating mother. She has a love for her, the kind of love you have when you almost lose something you never appreciated until you actually lost it. She is one of the coolest people i know and i love her dearly.

Shitsticks. i have the hiccups. Who gets hiccups at 4 in the morning? Apparently people who stay up that late and write blogs. They always say, if you want something, go out and get it rather than laying around (in my case in bed). I will do just that. Im going to find sleep myself rather than letting it come to me. Maybe i will try counting sheep? Curse you Tylenol. x


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