First of all, am I even spelling “omelette” right?! Because I’ve seen it spelled both “omelet” and “omelette” and my autocorrect thing on the computer doesn’t mark it as wrong so I am very conflicted right now. I’m just going to go with the spelling of “omelette” for this particular post. But we’ll get to that later.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately (wow, what a big surprise here), and I’ve realized that late nights are the reason my sleep schedule is so messed up.
My mom always says, “well, if you get up early for enough times in a row, you’ll eventually get used to that pattern, and you’ll also fall asleep easier because you’ll be tired by the evening.” I’ve tried that. But the trouble is that a lot of the times, I’ll wake up at 6:00, look and see that I have the opportunity to sleep for a little longer (meaning, I COULD wake up, but if I slept for longer I still wouldn’t be late to school), and then I’ll just flop right back on the bed and sleep again. I also sometimes wake up early, go to school as a zombie, come back as a zombie, and pass out on the ridiculously comfortable couch in our living room for an hour or two before eating dinner and doing homework. The trouble with that system is that by the time I have to actually get to bed, I’m not tired due to the nap earlier on.
Whatever happens, I always seem to be stuck in this ridiculous cycle of wanting to sleep all day then not being able to sleep when I actually get the chance to, leading me to being something like this:
I’ve also found that lack of proper sleep for a growing teenager can lead to my human-navigating skills being worse than normal (and that means REALLY bad). When I’m tired, I get very spacey and easily distracted, so talking to other humans can be about ten times more awkward than normal because sometimes I’ll forget what the conversation was about in the first place.
Often, a conversation with one of my friends will go something like this:
Friend: Hey, did you happen to hear what the homework for English class was? I forgot to write it down…
Me: *snaps head up and blinks rapidly* HUH WHAT I’M AWAKE WHAT
Friend: … Arya, are you okay?
Me: Yes, of course, I’m okay as rainbows and bunnies on a sunshiny day in unicornland.
Friend: So, did you get the homework or not?
Me: Oh, yeah, I… wait, what were we talking about again?
Friend: *sighs* The homework. English homework. You were going to tell me what it is.
Me: Right, sorry, I… *starts laughing hysterically*
Friend: What now?!
Me: Oh, man, I just started thinking about that one time in second grade where chocolate milk shot out of my nose and it was just so funny, y’know?
I’m tellin’ ya, sleep deprivation leads to weird happenings of the brain.
On a completely unrelated but equally random note (that’s why this is Wacky Wednesday, not Ordinary-And-Completely-Sensible Wednesday), my cousin told me a tale the other day that I feel is worthy of sharing due to its absolute amazingness.
It all started when we were talking about desserts. My family and I were at this Mexican restaurant, and we were looking at the dessert menu- the two thing that caught my eye was, of course, a chocolate cake.
My cousin proceeded to tell me how he liked chocolate, but enjoyed trying other desserts to get some variety. I can respect that, but I’ll always be a chocolate person at heart. He then said that the one dessert he really hated was flan. I asked why, and he replied (I quote directly):
“I dunno, I just don’t get it, it’s basically just a glorified omelette.”
While I was practically rolling on the floor with laughter at this comment, he launched into a tale about he and my other cousin (his older brother) had failed to make a pear pie, and while it was terrible as a dessert, it wasn’t half bad if you looked at it as an omelette.
So, what’s the moral of this story?
Get enough rest, kids, because it’ll save you from being that weirdo who remembers something from seven years ago and starts cracking up about it in the middle of a conversation about English homework.
Also, try to avoid making your gourmet desserts into omelettes.
Do not fear, nerdlings, for the next adventure will contain a slightly less-odd tale (maybe). Omletting you go do something productive now, use the time well fellow internet critters.
Until the next egg-citing post,