Last night I didnt go to bed. At all. By the time I went to sleep, I had been up for 36 hours or so.
No, there wasn't any real reason for this, but every once in a while, I like to explore the side of me that sleep deprivation brings about (oooh! and drugs too!). Anyway, the point of the story is that I was feeling all well and good until I got to my psych class and they showed a film about this DJ in the 40's or 50's who stayed up for 200 hours to raise money for charity. Apparently he started having terrifying hallucinations after 3 or 4 days, and his body temperature dropped so much that he was literally supposed to be unconcious but just wasn't. It was a great movie. (Oh, and by the way, apparently staying up for 200 hours causes permanent damage to your brain and the guy was insane for the rest of his life).
In my own personal sleep deprived state, this scared the hell out of me, so I excused myself from psych class to go take a nap on one of the couches at Cramer Hall (my fellow Vikings know what I'm talking about).
But, apparently, the visions of the guy's halluctinations stayed with me and I had dreams about what he had the hallucinations about (namely, spiders in my shoes). I was kinda struggling about on the couch and then I finally fell off onto the stone floor and woke myself up.
(At this point, you might be wondering where I'm going with this. And I say to you sir or madam, "quiet the fuck down! I'm getting to it!")
So, this really pretty girl sees me fall and rushes over and asks if I'm okay and is all concerned about me hitting my head on the ground. I was and am fine, but I let her fawn over me for a bit, and then I got her number (ROCK!). We're going for coffee tomorrow.
So, the moral of the story is, sleep deprivation that leads to head injuries is a great way to get chicks.
Words to live by.
(Oh, and I'm very, very, very sorry to Thursday! Please forgive me hon!
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No, there wasn't any real reason for this, but every once in a while, I like to explore the side of me that sleep deprivation brings about (oooh! and drugs too!). Anyway, the point of the story is that I was feeling all well and good until I got to my psych class and they showed a film about this DJ in the 40's or 50's who stayed up for 200 hours to raise money for charity. Apparently he started having terrifying hallucinations after 3 or 4 days, and his body temperature dropped so much that he was literally supposed to be unconcious but just wasn't. It was a great movie. (Oh, and by the way, apparently staying up for 200 hours causes permanent damage to your brain and the guy was insane for the rest of his life).
In my own personal sleep deprived state, this scared the hell out of me, so I excused myself from psych class to go take a nap on one of the couches at Cramer Hall (my fellow Vikings know what I'm talking about).
But, apparently, the visions of the guy's halluctinations stayed with me and I had dreams about what he had the hallucinations about (namely, spiders in my shoes). I was kinda struggling about on the couch and then I finally fell off onto the stone floor and woke myself up.
(At this point, you might be wondering where I'm going with this. And I say to you sir or madam, "quiet the fuck down! I'm getting to it!")
So, this really pretty girl sees me fall and rushes over and asks if I'm okay and is all concerned about me hitting my head on the ground. I was and am fine, but I let her fawn over me for a bit, and then I got her number (ROCK!). We're going for coffee tomorrow.
So, the moral of the story is, sleep deprivation that leads to head injuries is a great way to get chicks.
Words to live by.
(Oh, and I'm very, very, very sorry to Thursday! Please forgive me hon!
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boojiboy:
Good game champ! Good game. Hit the showers.
mephausto:
now that's the nex I know.