I have dreams of orca whales and owls

I've been organizing at all hours of the night again. *sigh* I really should stop doing that and get some sleep. The product, however, is always nice. I always feel good after I finish and my room looks good again. I vacuumed. That's a rare occurrence, so my room looks super nice and clean. Plus, I even ventured into my closet where I removed piles of stuffed animals and my old toy box that I haven't opened in years. I put the stuffed animals inside and now it's waiting to be delivered to the salvation army whenever we can get around to it. I still have some things lurking in the corners of my closet that need evacuating but I just can't bring myself to do it, because that would just make a bigger mess and I don't know where else to put these things. But my desk is cleared off, there are no loose papers flying around, and I got rid of the hideous curtains that I've despised for the last 7 years of my life. I'm in the middle of painting a wicker shelf that has been a revolting shade of pink for as long as I can remember, but I ran out of paint. It's going to be black when I'm done. Right now, it's worse than when I started. Hopefully, I'll also paint my room soon. Purple. I'm excited. But that may not be for a while and I'm not holding out for it. I hung things on my walls, so obviously not.

The reason I started organizing is because I've become partially nocturnal. I literally don't get tired until 1 a.m. and if I try to go to sleep before I'm tired, I just get even more restless and stay up later. So I've been up all night long the past five nights, finally resting in my warm bed at about two every morning and waking up either at 8 or noon. Plus, it doesn't help that I text Kristen late because she's been an hour behind or that Zac texts me after he gets off work. I could just turn off my phone, but I'm not sleeping anyway, so what would be the point in ignoring them?

Also, I miss my mp3 player desperately. It finally keeled over last week. It will live on in my memory forever. I've had to resort to cds which become repetitive, and it's very hard to pick which artist I want to listen to next, and I'm sick of my mixes. Plus, my cd player doesn't do shuffle. So I always know what's coming next. Dull. I need to actually get a job (Mother??? Are you going to pay attention to me soon and take me to look? Do you want me to keep asking for money??????) soon--now--so that I can buy a zune or an iPod. It has to be at least 8 gigs though, so it can hold all of my music, though I'd prefer it to be more, just incase I want to get more music. Which I do. There are so many new cds out that I want plus old ones that I've just started falling in love with (Taking Back Sunday and Daughtry and The Fray and Company of Theives and the Kooks and Regina Spektor).

Fun starts in a few days. This week has been long, but it's almost over and summer can start again. I'm ready to feel like my summer is epic again. I'm ready for the nocturnal state to be fun and not productive. I'm ready to take underwater pictures and eat pie at 4 in the morning and laugh at Davenport and talk to Austin and be killed off first by Daniel and swim to the end of the pier and be tired like Sam and make movies and use the epic blanket and eat mac and cheese that doesn't take an hour to make and watch the duck song on youtube and fall asleep on the floor of the steelers room and have a personal space heater because it is freezing when Maur turns on the fan and just be really happy again. I'm already feeling nostalgic. =)

So how are you emilea? I miss you and you haven't posted in forever.

Heather

but I wake up in fear