After watching tv till about 2, I decided in my infinite wisdom there was no longer any point going to sleep I will instead stay awake and man it out so I can finally correct my body clock. There are only 2 times I have decided to pull an all-nighter with something important the next day. The first was the night before GCSE French reading. I was confident enough of my revision and that the exam would be piss easy that I decided to get stoned instead. I was sober by the morning and I did alright but it will not be repeated. The next time was in Togo, when I snuck out of my house and went out the day before a basketball game. I was kak in the game, threw a hissy fit and accidentally hit the coach in the face with my jersey. I never played for the school again.
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It seems my plan to sort out my body clock was an abject failure. I got home after the longest day ever and after settling into the couch, promptly fell asleep. I'm now awake at 2 am, and I don't think I'm gonna sleep any time soon. It's my birthday tomorrow and as usual its that blend of bittersweet excitement and dread that almost always ends in anticlimax.
My parents in a bout of apparent guilt for having ignored my birthday for 21 years clearly feel that its never too late to learn. In previous years the highlights have included the pair of leather gloves I received for my 21st that turned out to be too small. There was also the phone call I received from my dad on my 19th, he shouted at me about something I had done or not done, I forget but he called back 2 days later to say happy birthday.
But this year, both parents seem to care. My mother even got me a present, a very cool watch that's actually a phone. I mean I got it some 3 days before my birthday, but by luck or design, its one of the few times any one has got me something that excites me. I'm not particularly hard to please I like shiny things that have a usb connection and an instruction manual that I generally don't read (why doesn't anybody get this?) So my mum's gift ticks all the boxes. I get the feeling my parents are arguing or something, and they are using me as some sort of proxy war. Tbh I don't mind, if being the Vietnam in their cold war serves my purpose then so be it. When I told my dad about the watch he not only offered to reimburse the expenses of my day with my little sister, but also promised me money for my birthday. My other favourite kind of gift: cold hard cash.
Anyway like a week ago I decided that I was gonna have people over kinda like I did in first year. Then I didn't have an empty house and the main problem was that I knew too many girls and not enough guys. Now I have a free yard the problem seems to be I don't know any females with whom I maintain cordial platonic relations. My plan for a chilled night of fun and games is running the risk of becoming a cockfest.
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