As I type these words I find myself gripped by a strange case of the nerves. I'm not entirely sure why. Is it because I will soon be sending my innermost thoughts into the world, subjecting them to criticism and mockery? Or, is it simply a side effect of my nerve racking drive home tonight?
I hate driving in the dark. During the 15 minute drive all I could do was grip the steering wheel with my sweaty hands and picture large men in ski masks jumping out from behind the trees and bushes at the sides of the road. So, I played my music very loudly and tried to keep my speed from going too far beyond 5 over the speed limit.
Once I got on to better lit streets with stoplights instead of stop signs and more life than the random passing car I relaxed a bit. I let the GPS scream at me as I took a different way home than it was suggesting. I even rolled down the windows a little bit. Of course, when I got home I proceeded to watch a trailer for a new horror movie entitled "Don't Be Afraid of the Dark." This is probably the reason I can't sleep and am writing this blog in that awkward time between night and morning.
My insomnia may also be owing to the fact that I find myself incapable of shutting off my ipod mid song. I will sometimes stay up hours past the time I meant to fall asleep simply because I had to keep listening to music. Tonight I have been listening to Awolnation. Specifically, the songs "Sail" and "Knights of Shame." These songs are not exactly interchangeable with lullabies and therefore do more to ward off sleep than to promote it.
Plus, since school got out last week the latest I have stayed up is 11pm. I felt like I owed it to myself to not go to bed that early tonight.
Now that I am running out of ways to tie my thoughts together, I am realizing that I probably should explain the name of this blog (the 5th of 6) in order to give this post a purpose.
Do you really wanna know?
I'm not convinced that you do. But I'll share it with you anyways. I'm nice like that.
Be warned, the explanation is probably a lot less awesome than you're thinking it will be. No, I did not place 5th of 6 in any Olympic game or chess tournament. No, I don't own the 5th of any set of 6 rare collectible items. I am simply the 5th child in a family of 6 girls. But that's a story for another post.
It is probably the time to lay the foundation for this blog as well. The purpose of this blog is for me to express myself through whatever words I deem necessary. I will be documenting the aggressively mediocre aspects of my existence for anyone who cares to join me on this journey they call life. Who "they" are, I'm not entirely sure. But people tend to reference them quite often, so they must be important. Right?
You'll be hearing from me again in the near future, so stay alert. The end.
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