early findings

i seem to have a problem with waking up too early. i don't have insomnia, and i'm not crazy, i just get up at ungodly hours. at first, i assumed it was from my camp experience, always having to be up at 715 takes a toll on people. then after 3 weeks of no camp, i began to realize i wake up early for other reasons. my roommate is convinced it is because the light comes into my bedroom so early, but can something from out of the sleep state really have that large of an effect on your body? she's probably right, but because my blinds smell like mold and mildew, i refuse to put them down. and the root of the problem, could it be that i'm eager to start my day subconsciously, and so my mind is continuing to only let me sleep for a mere total of 5 hours?? am in inadvertently retaliating subconsciously against my deep laziness? who knows. for now, it's going to bed late and waking up early unrested and to the sound of mice chewing on my old garbage- WAIT WHAT!!!

usually i get wake up, realize that again i've woken up before the 'normal' person time, and way way way before the 'normal' college time, trying to convince my body that it is okay to head back to bed. but this morning, i heard something chomping, chewing, gnawing away in my room. now my room is tiny, put together by two smaller rooms. sort of a makeshift kind of place, only something a poor college student would reside in. i needed to find out what was making this ever-so-slight sound, so i slowly moved my body to the other side of my single bed and peered off it, like an animal ready to catch prey. i looked around, moving my head slowly as not to miss the slightest movement. starting with my black laundry bin and around to my garbage basket, fully utilized, and realized there was no longer one tenant living in my room, but two. a little mouse had made my room it's own, even finding it's own source of food through my garbage. i stayed quiet, as at camp this summer i saw many mice in my cabin, and could not scream simply because my campers would hate me forever and ever if i woke them up 10 minutes early for MICE. none the less, i scampered into the kitchen, grabbed a bag, ran back into my room, and place it over the mouse.

once outside, i placed my full garbage in the can and rested for 10 seconds. i needed to relax, calm myself down. it had been an eventful few minutes, and some people get very worked up when things like that happen, and i didn't want any other disasters to happen. i walked slowly back up to my apartment, once again viewing my room, just to make sure no more mice were residing in it, and crawled into my bed, to fall asleep for another measly 30 minutes.

now this could be what happened. it's not. but some of it holds truth. i did wake up super early this morning to a sound that could have resembled a mouse, and after working at camp, i learn to take these accusations seriously. i don't want any snakes in my apartment. after looking around the room, i realized my poster inching it's way down my wall, making the ever-so-small sound i had been witnessing from my bed. it made me happy to know it was not a mouse, yet i grabbed my garbage, tied it up, and took it to the kitchen. i'll take it out later, but in all honestly, i'm too lazy to put on real clothes and go outside.

now back to that subject i was going to comment on yesterday but was too lazy too. today is LABOR DAY! something i never understood. why is it called labor day? doesn't that mean people should be working.... that would make sense, but instead everything is closed, making it hard for us consumers, who only want to stimulate the economy, to go out and buy all the necessities like this month's latest fashion. right? i like the idea of a day off, but maybe a name change should occur. it should be called 'non-labor' day, or 'thank you labors, we love you, take a day off' day. just something to ponder about on your day off... enjoy it all you laborers!