Sleep is overrated...Sorta

My whole life seems to be focusing itself around my extremely irregular sleep schedule. My days start early, which is a bad thing when sleep is so useful. I hate staying up late, tonight being a perfect example. I just have issues actually getting to my bed. Things always seem to get in my way.

Every night is a battle between the midnight snack or last homework problem and the soft feather pillow and warm comforter. The crossfire is just brutal and not a little unpleasant, really. Just watching the clock tick past eleven is physically painful. It's always so hard to get ready for bed and just pass out. It should be easy, but my head works too poorly at night to realize that (This is also a perfect explanation as to why my late-nights blog posts never meet the standard I want them to). I think, or at least I hope, that this struggle doesn't just happen to me.

Is it just me, or is everyone in need of a good 40 winks every now and then? It's a good question to ponder, really. I don't remember going without heavy eyelids for a whole week. The only sincere answer answer to "How are you?" is "Tired." But I guess that's just how it goes. We overload ourselves and then fail to sleep.

Don't get me wrong, lack of sleep can be pretty comical, too. I mean, who's never laughed at somebody sleeping class? How about listening to a groggy person try to carry on a conversation? It's hilarious. Alright, maybe not on the order of Monty Python, but funny nonetheless. Embarrassment is always funny.

The solution? Sleeping pills. Lots and lots of sleeping pills.

I think I'll get in touch with the pharmaceutical companies right away.

Back to the grind

I'll start by saying I love my school. I'm glad I came. It's an amazing experience, and in my opinion, I am so much better off than my friends at other schools. I'm growing and I enjoy the progress.

Anyway, I hate schoolwork. At my school, we have daily homework. It's not something I really expected to get away from after high school, as I never really had a grasp on how simple grading in college was (I said simple, not easy). I'm still up late at night, finishing up my waste-of-time biology homework. I can't wait to get to the papers.

I've already got labs and projects with due dates in the next few weeks. I had a full weekend this past weekend, and got nothing done. I'll probably fall behind pretty soon here.

So I guess I've got to buckle down for another semester and deal with it like I always do: procrastinate! All the grades, but half the fun! Somehow, this method got me a 3.88 last semester, so I guess it'll have to do for another go-round.

At least I get to fly tomorrow.

I wish you could hear me knocking on wood.

The Wright Brothers are my heroes

If anyone has ever flown in anything besides an airliner, they understand a lot about the appeal behind it. To be honest, I haven't really flown that much. On top of that, most (if not all) of my flight hours are in non-powered aircraft. Really, that just means I fly gliders. But I love flying more than just about anything.

That's my point. It doesn't take much to become intoxicated with flying. To hardly be able to look past the next time you fly. To become a greedy person just to get flights before other people. And it's all because the exhilaration of flying, even at 49 knots, is amazing.

The feeling of lifting off the ground in a small plane is many times more fun when in a small aircraft. Then, the freedom of nothing but air around you is ridiculously fun. You are in full control of the craft that keeps you aloft, and there is no feeling like it that I've ever experienced.

Everybody who reads this, even though it's only something like one a day, I strongly recommend you go to some airfield or glider field and spend the money to get some stick time. If gliders or powered aircraft don't really excite you, try skydiving. I've done both, and I like both for pretty much the same reasons. It is very worth it. I have never met a person that ever regretted taking the time to try flying out.

I'm going to fly again pretty soon, and I'm psyched. You couldn't tell, could you?

Seriously, go fly.