Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in....
I've got a theory.
I really need some people to understand this. I'm on to something. Seriously. I mostly just need a few specific people to understand. My boss, and my parents. Everyone else, meh.
Listen. The day doesn't start until you wake up.
Do you remember how horrible Christmas was as a kid? It was awful. The holiday itself was kinda nice, commercialism aside. But when you're 7, it doesn't matter anyways. That IS Christmas. The worst part? Christmas eve, right before bed. Oh man. It was horrible. My parents would get me all wound up by letting my open one single present. So I usually grabbed what I imagined would be the best present ever. The one with the biggest box. So here we are, 9:00 at night... which for a kid is more like 1 or 2 in the morning with the inflation of time correlated with age.. and I get some kind of awesome toy. And what, I'm just expected to go to bed now? Great. I'm having this anxiety attack just thinking of the loot I'm gonna get from Santa, I'm all wound up from this kickin toy I just got, and I'm supposed to go to bed and sleep it off huh? I always figured I'd just wait till Santa drops everything off, and just go downstairs right away. Cause once it's in my stocking, or my name is on the present, it's fair game. It doesn't matter if I get em before bed or after I wake up.
But Santa follows a really good rule for people my age.
See, Santa makes everyone go to sleep before he shows up. So if you stay up all night, he's not coming. Christmas day doesn't start until you wake up in the morning. That time in limbo between midnight and whenever you go to bed is technically still Christmas eve.
No, for reals. This is a great idea. The day can't start until you've gone to bed. It can't. Its still the day before. If I could just get my boss and my parents to subscribe to Santa's methodology. Think about it!!
Yesterday Nick Chivers threw a party. Just for the heck of it, you know, since his parents were gone. Although we were observing that he got his hilarious misdemeanor embezzlemnet charges dropped like I dropped sugar from my diet. But, since it was Dave's birthday, we ended up celebrating Dave that night. So I show up at 11. Technically, according to "rules" and crap, his birthday ended at midnight. So after midnight, people are like, hey he's not the birthday boy anymore. Its not 420 anymore. Its like sayin, HEY! Dave. You're not special anymore. You were special 5 minutes ago, but a hand on a clock shifted slightly, and well, frankly, you're just one of us now.
Lame.
As if life doesn't move fast enough, dudes. Slow down! What is the freakin rush to get to the next day? Its gonna come anyways! Don't rush it. It just means I have to get up and go to school, ok? Don't remind me.
I really need some people to understand this. I'm on to something. Seriously. I mostly just need a few specific people to understand. My boss, and my parents. Everyone else, meh.
Listen. The day doesn't start until you wake up.
Do you remember how horrible Christmas was as a kid? It was awful. The holiday itself was kinda nice, commercialism aside. But when you're 7, it doesn't matter anyways. That IS Christmas. The worst part? Christmas eve, right before bed. Oh man. It was horrible. My parents would get me all wound up by letting my open one single present. So I usually grabbed what I imagined would be the best present ever. The one with the biggest box. So here we are, 9:00 at night... which for a kid is more like 1 or 2 in the morning with the inflation of time correlated with age.. and I get some kind of awesome toy. And what, I'm just expected to go to bed now? Great. I'm having this anxiety attack just thinking of the loot I'm gonna get from Santa, I'm all wound up from this kickin toy I just got, and I'm supposed to go to bed and sleep it off huh? I always figured I'd just wait till Santa drops everything off, and just go downstairs right away. Cause once it's in my stocking, or my name is on the present, it's fair game. It doesn't matter if I get em before bed or after I wake up.
But Santa follows a really good rule for people my age.
See, Santa makes everyone go to sleep before he shows up. So if you stay up all night, he's not coming. Christmas day doesn't start until you wake up in the morning. That time in limbo between midnight and whenever you go to bed is technically still Christmas eve.
No, for reals. This is a great idea. The day can't start until you've gone to bed. It can't. Its still the day before. If I could just get my boss and my parents to subscribe to Santa's methodology. Think about it!!
Yesterday Nick Chivers threw a party. Just for the heck of it, you know, since his parents were gone. Although we were observing that he got his hilarious misdemeanor embezzlemnet charges dropped like I dropped sugar from my diet. But, since it was Dave's birthday, we ended up celebrating Dave that night. So I show up at 11. Technically, according to "rules" and crap, his birthday ended at midnight. So after midnight, people are like, hey he's not the birthday boy anymore. Its not 420 anymore. Its like sayin, HEY! Dave. You're not special anymore. You were special 5 minutes ago, but a hand on a clock shifted slightly, and well, frankly, you're just one of us now.
Lame.
As if life doesn't move fast enough, dudes. Slow down! What is the freakin rush to get to the next day? Its gonna come anyways! Don't rush it. It just means I have to get up and go to school, ok? Don't remind me.
