Wi-Fi down: my life is over

Okay, so our internet has been down for about a week now, and I've been living off a totally unreliable portable broadband stick. I know, I should have taken this internet-less time to do things other than what I have been on my computer, but the truth of it is... I don't really want to.

We've all heard the jokes about the "loser" gamer geek who spends most of his days in front of a computer, living his life online and stowing away his social skills under a moldy pile of pizza boxes. Essentially, that is my life right now. I wake up, check my emails, post a tweet or two (or eight), then go down to join my family for lunch. After I've eaten my fill, I go back up to my bed to repeat aforementioned process, with 9Gag and DListed thrown in for good measure, until it’s time to eat supper again. Then it’s back to the computer where I'll do the same things over and over again, til my dad wakes up for work, and I have to sleep so I can avoid a scolding.

Yes, that is my life.

I haven't even left the house in two weeks. I might have forgotten how to talk to other people too. It's not exactly the high octane life I'd imagined for myself, but I can't say I'm complaining either. I'm in a good place right now, believe it or not, and I'm surrounded by good people. So before you click your tongue and feel sorry for me, let me just say, don't. It's not so bad here.

It's not so bad.

P.S. If you were wondering, I managed to accomplish my sleep plan last night. I slept at 11 pm, and woke up at 8 this morning. I've never felt more rested.

Diurnally challenged

It is nine in the morning, and I have a massive headache. Once again, I stayed up all night doing trivial things on the internet and now I am suffering for it. Tremendously.

My father even gave me a small lecture this morning because he caught me in my room, still wide awake with no intentions of going to sleep, while he was already up and about and getting ready to go to work. I don't know why, but I really have trouble going to sleep at night. I don't think it's insomnia per se because I have no trouble sleeping once the sun is up. Was I just not meant to be diurnal?

I suppose it's the night itself. Living in a house full of seven people can get pretty loud sometimes, so the calmness of the time when everyone else is asleep gives me an opportunity to actually hear my own thoughts. And boy, do I have thoughts.

But this is really starting to mess with my body. I've been feeling fatigued all week, and my face is turning pallid. So tonight, I shall do my best to turn in before midnight strikes. I really think I could use the sleep, and hey, maybe my body clock will go back to normal. For now, I shall force myself not to take a nap because that'll just screw with my plans for later. I think I'll just take a long cold shower to get my blood pumping.

Til later. Ciao.

P.S. Remind me to turn the internet off tonight. Can't have it sabotaging my sleeping plan.

By hook or by crook, justice will prevail!

About three months ago, I was watching television with my older sister when we happened upon a screening of what she said was one of her favorite movies of all time. The first scene I watched was of an elderly gentleman named Brooks, carving his name on the archway of his bedroom, then tying a noose around his neck and hanging himself from the beam. It turns out the man was a convicted felon who'd just been let out on parole after serving fifty years of a life sentence in prison. He had gotten so used to life behind bars that the fast-paced freedom he had on the outside drove him mad.

I didn't get to watch the entire movie then, but I did see a snippet of it a few weeks later when I was riding the bus. Frankly, I got a bit frustrated because I was itching to find out about the rest of the movie, but couldn't manage to watch the film in its entirety. Luckily, I was able to find myself a copy of it a few days ago, and I finally got around to watching it today.

The film is called The Shawshank Redemption, and is based off Stephen King's novella entitled Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption. The story revolves around Andy Dufresne, a banker who was wrongfully convicted for murdering his wife and her lover, and his experiences while serving two consecutive life sentences inside Shawshank State Penitentiary in Maine. He befriends Red, a fellow inmate, who, incidentally, is the narrator of the story. Now I won't go into the entire synopsis here because you can easily read that on IMDB or Wikipedia. What I will say though is that I understand why this is one of my sister's favorite movies.

The Shawshank Redemption has the kind of story that will leave you thinking. Thinking about the justice system. Thinking about men who have power, and who reign with an iron fist. Heck, it even made me think about homosexuality, and the lengths some people will go to to get laid. But mostly it made me think about hope. The kind of hope that you get when you hear a particularly uplifting song, or when your parents forgive you even after you've been insufferably insolent. Watching the way Andy and Red overcame their tough situations through perseverance was inspiring, yet also a little sad because I know fairytale endings don't always happen. Still, I guess I've got to take things in stride and follow Andy Dufresne's advice saying,"There is always hope."

Knock, Turn, Al

I don't know what it is about me and my family, but we seem to be a group of nocturnal beings who function best when the sun is down. Doesn't matter if it's a school night or if we have work the following day, we are going to stay up ALL the night, dammit! And it's not even as if there's something interesting going on. Most of the time we just stay up watching reruns of television shows on our computers (like I'm doing right now), or just trolling random people on the internet (guilty, again).

Then again, is it really about us being nocturnal or just us being unable to turn away from our computer screens? Because when I really think about it, I start to realize that I'm not actually  more productive at night because I'm just doing the same stuff I do when it's daytime. The only difference is the lack of natural light. Dear god. I guess I really am a computer addict... or just a wannabe vampire. I dunno.

I'm not really thinking straight right now (as you can probably tell) because I'm eating chips, playing computer chess, and watching the Chappelle Show as I'm attempting to write this entry. So instead of saving this as a draft and going back to it tomorrow morning, I'm going to go ahead and publish it because well... Because I can.