I was going to post some new stuff going on around me and my life, but then I had a bloody nose. And I forgot a lot of what I was going to type about. Lets try at least...
Tomorrow and wendedsay - Fresman Experience classes are going to have SAVE & MVP present our information to them in a series of skits and such. October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month and we're also trying to bring attention to that by being in the oval - Oct 8th, 22nd, and 29th. Find us. It won't be too hard. lol.
Color Guard - we're doing the same show at Arrowhead that we did last game and Webbstock. Preview?
ya... we're freaking fantastic. =) Trust me with this one.
Ok, so I've learned how to crochet and have made 1 1/3 scarves. lol. the first one is mine because i don't think i could pay anyone to take it, and this next one is a LOT better! Sigma Alpha Iota is going to be selling them in November... through, like, january or something. I'm not quite sure on the details. All I know is that we'll have the premade ones and then we'll take orders for others where you can specify color, stitch, and width and whatnot.
hmm... ahh yes. sleep. I was going to talk on and on about sleep. A college kids best friend usually. Naps are adored by most and sleep is only for the late night/early morning hours becaus eyou stay up late and go to class early (or so it seems...). I was going to talk about it because i use to never be able to sleep. It was an ongoing thing that seemed impossible to break myself of. I wouldn't get tired until about 2 or 3 am, causing me to get approx 4-5 hours a night, 6 or 7 if i'm lucky and get to sleep in. It was during this time when I found out that I was able to survive pretty well on 4 hours. I'd do 4 hours during the week and then sleep till 12 or 1 on the weekend where the cycle would start all over again. I'd try a ton of different things - laying in an all dark room, no noise (to which I found out that I could count sheep, stars, and thoughts till the cows came home, but i was exercising my math skills for 2 hours more than sleeping), running myself ragged and to exaustion to which it got to the point where when i actually fell asleep, it would be such a deep sleep that a fire alarm barely roused me from my slumber, or finally trying tylenol pm (which surprise surprise, didn't work). I thought I'd just have to live with it and be a nocturnal type of wanderer and take only night jobs because thats when I worked best. Theres a light at the end of this, I swear - and here it is: Starting this summer when I was in classes and Mel was in Mexico, I got to going to bed earlier and earlier because there was nothing else to do with my life. Lame, yes. True, also yes. However, it's been a wonderful thing sometimes because I feel myself getting tired around 12 or even 11. To some, this means nothing and it's still too late. To others, it's rediculously early. My past experiences tell me that it's a great thing because this means that I'm not tired all the time. I'm not dragging through my first classes. I'm not cranky or wanting coffee all the time to keep myself awake. I'm happy with it. Really.
And with that, my speech on slumber and how we should all get enough for our bodies, I'm tired.
I think I'll go to bed.
Later Loves!
Stacey
PS... check out the time - 12:30ish!! earlier than 2 or 3 from the past! Go me!

