Hopeless Romantic10:30 AM
Cliche? Yes. But the cause of my lack-of-sleep is that I can not not stop doing things. It is always: "One more chapter of this novel", "We can totally stay up an extra half-hour for this movie", "I'll come to bed as soon as these cookies are done!". It is never: "Oh, let me fold one last pile of laundry!", pffft!
I honestly about cried when my car broke down again because I had just asked Kyle about taking a trip, on account of us not having an actual honeymoon yet. Of course once you ponder an idea like that aloud, your car breaks down, your house catches on fire, your wallet gets stolen, etc. I didn't mind not really going somewhere new when I was in school, because when I finally chose a major, it was one that was actually very interesting to me, and I loved it. It is the most depressing concept to me that I will never read all of the books, see all of the movies, or visit all of the places in the world.
So how do I fill that void? By cramming in as much as I can. I am constantly cooking and baking things I have never tried to before, I am trying my hardest to cram in a book and a movie a week. I want to learn how to use a sander without breaking it so that I can make something pretty and useful out of something ugly and broken. I like seeing my friends because of the interesting and ridiculous conversations we have, I like staying in so that I can process all of these things, rest and recharge for the next round. I keep piling things I want to do and learn to my list, because life is short, and I want to do everything.
Of course when I wake up on the couch after passing out for 12 hours straight, remind me of this blog post-that I bring this on myself.