How my February began.

Every once and awhile, I will get an inexplicable bout of insomnia, completely out of the blue. No caffeine intake, no weird foods before bed, just plain ole randomness. This happened last night. Below is a breakdown of the first day of February went (and is going) for me.

12:30 a.m. --Look at the clock, note the hour and begin to find a good stopping point.
12:35 a.m. --Turn off lamp and squish down in the covers
1:05 a.m. --Unable to sleep, not even a trace of sleepiness, which is definitely disconcerting.
1:15 a.m.--Suddenly get overwhelmed with the idea that I have no idea where I could intern this summer. Get on laptop and begin search.
1:25 a.m. --Internship search turns into Facebook/Twitter/Random blogs search.
2:15 a.m. --Still not sleepy; put away computer and re-open Ken-doll.
2:45 a.m. --Starting to get seriously concerned by lack of sleepiness; sit up in bed and stare at walls.
3:05 a.m. --Less concerned by lack of sleepiness; wander into kitchen to get some water, end up getting a bowl of Fruit-Rageous (off brand of Fruity Pebbles...it was the cheapest cereal!)
3:15 a.m. --Go back to kitchen to clean, dry and put away bowl and spoon. Stand there for about 4 minutes, lamenting my 8 a.m. wake up call.
3:29 a.m. --Re-brush my teeth. Then floss. Then use mouthwash.
3:40 a.m. --Go back to bed. Turn off light with resolve.
3:47 a.m. --People above me decide to stomp around room and listen to music loudly. I mentally curse them for not letting me sleep! Then feel bad and retract my inner insults, since I was technically awake...
4:00 a.m. --Okay. This is it! I feel sleepy! Curl up in a little ball! Time for sleep! This had better not be a foreshadowing of my February.
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8:00 a.m. --Doesn't happen. Reset alarm for 8:45.
8:45 a.m. --Wake up, surprisingly refreshed, despite my late bedtime. Then realize this will mean I will craaaash at about 11:00...
9:20 a.m. --Walk out the door, bundled up against the gross, cold weather, coffee thermos in hand. Decide it is most definitely a 'Jam to Glee soundtrack,' kind of morning. Stop myself from dancing all the way to the bus stop. Only dance part of the way.
9:45 a.m. --Sit outside of first class, attempt to read Byron; Daydream about napping while drinking my coffee and eating a Pop-Tart instead. (Oh, jeez I swear I'm not this unhealthy. They were special fiber-filled not-really-pop-tarts-Pop-Tarts!)
10:00 a.m. --I hate this geography class. He is nooo Professor Cooper. Attempt Byron again instead.
10:53 a.m. --Oh, jeez, he always let's us out late, so I have to race to my next class at the busiest time in the Quad. Run into 4 people.
11:00 a.m. --Favorite class: British Literature 1785+. Love Professor Hammett. Today, declared that Lord Byron was the Lady Gaga of the 18th century. Deee-lightful. Realize I am really, really tired. Curse you, insomnia!
11:50-12:24--Practically run through the rain to get to the Den (funky little eating spot). Pull out my turkey sandwich and my geography lab report to double check answers. Instead, play Solitaire on iTouch until I look at the clock and realize I am late to my lab. Shove all things into my backpack and rush to Evans Building.
12:27 p.m. --Marvel at the lack of foot traffic in the quad and go into lab; look at cute grad student in charge of lab and sit down.
12:32 p.m. --Remember my dislike of Physical Geography. Realize how difficult and pointless it is. Struggle over new lab report.
1:50 p.m. --Give up on lab report and decide to go to office hours later to have cute grad student explain what the heck he was talking about.
1:57 p.m. --For once, get a good seat on shuttle. Rejoice!
1:57 1/2 p.m. --Gross guy eating pizza sits too close. Rejoicing ends.
2:20 p.m. --Arrive at apartment. Look behind me to see if anyone saw my dancing on the way back. Only one person. That's a first.
2:25 p.m. --Check email. Phone rings, it's Mom! Yay! Decide L.A. won't work out for Spring Break. No yay...
2:30 p.m. --Decide it's not worth it, give into crash course set out by my lack of sleep. Aim for bed, grab Snuggie and fall blissfully asleep still dressed.
3:3o p.m. --Stupid text message wakes me up. Drowsily throw it across the room. Decide I should get up anyway, apologize to phone and return text. (Which you never responded to, Emma!)
3:34 p.m. --Decide I need a cup of hot tea and a snack (preferably healthy since I'd slacked off earlier...and at 3 a.m.)
3:45 p.m. --Roommate comes home, end up chatting in the kitchen.
4:00 p.m. --Go back to room to watch Gilmore Girls.
4:15 p.m. --Remember I hate this season. Continue watching anyway, but start to do a blog.
4:20 p.m. --Realize in horror, that I did stay up until 4 a.m. Good heavens.
4:30 p.m. --Run out of things to say.
4:45 p.m. --Make a Post-It of what I want for dinner and what I should wear to class tomorrow. Eh, and of homework I need to do.
5:00 p.m. --Decide now would be a good time to start homework...Man!

Alright, I guess I could get all metaphorical and say how, like the rest of the month, my evening is a mystery as it should be. But don't worry, I won't. If you really read all that, wow. Thanks. Time to earn my college education and read about Communications. Lucky me! So happy February all! ...And Happy preliminary Birthday, Melanie...It is her month.

P.S. I like details, as you can tell. Maybe tell me some of yours?