I do actually feel really really American right now. I always thought it was a really American thing to get up in the middle of the night and get a 'snack'. Or a 'glass of milk, mom, I can't sleep.' Preferably in plaid pyjama pants and thick white socks. WHY they wear socks to bed all the time and why they are always so god damn white I will never know. I don't actually know one person that would have midnight gorges in the UK. Probably because if they are eating at 5am its because they are still drunk off their faces, or maybe just because it makes NO sense to do. You have just brushed your teeth for god's sake. And the house will wake up. And its weird. What most normal people do it watch Family Guy on their laptop, stalk facebook or decide to ipod it out until their muscles weaken and they lapse into sweet sweet dreamy time. Some - and here is where I found my niche - Some go on twitter. Now, I like to think of myself as a pretty modern layydayy but I am still so shit at twitter. I just don't get it. Wtf is the need to hashtag a sentence, or rather a sentence merged into one word - yeah because society doesn't rush what they say as it is. BUT, I am getting better, I dabble a bit I just still feel a bit of a fool doing it because it seems to me twitter is for celebrities of people in general that have interesting comments to broadcast. Twitter is the perfect choice for insomnia though because no matter how early or late it is, someone somewhere will be awake and tweeting shit for us to read. So for this reason, I applaud you twitter.
It is strange and difficult to explain but when I am in restless states like this my mind buzzes with thoughts which are often quite frustrating. I suppose it is not a new cliche that we become at our most creative and imaginative late at night when it is most inconvenient, and this is definitely true of me. Perhaps it is because our brain is ready to rest and let the dreams in our mind take over, but we are not ready for sleep yet so it happens a little prematurely. I think this is fun though - the mind always seems fun, brain is the boring one, blatantly the teachers pet. Mind is so the giggly reckless one that rides on motorbikes with boys and smokes long cigarettes whilst Brain is all prude and sensible. Stupid Brain. Anyway. This is true of me and I get a narrator in my head vocalising what I'm doing and making witty retorts to stupid comments people have made to me during the day. It rather feels sometimes like im in a movie of my own head, and the thoughts dont go away unless I write them down. I attempted to scribble them in a notepad in a romanticised quill-and-parchment way but then I thought it easier to type it here. It is a little sad really, but oh well, shut up, its 7am, i'm tired. I remember what my uni tutor said to me the other week actually when I tried to explain something vocally, messily, to no avail:"Elle, no. We write better with a keyboard and screen in front of us." AH, yes, of course. So thats where Shakespeare, Dickens, Keats, even JK sodding Rowling went wrong with their success, I get ittttt.
I was thinking today though about the rate in which technology is advancing so that I don't even know if blogs are relevant anymore. I remember in 2007 when blogs were sooooo trendy and niche. Now everyone has one, (I am a prime example), and I've even been hesitant to carry it on anymore because I thought having a blog would heighten my chances of making me internet famous so that I'd be oh so cool and have a personal photographer follow me round and take "spontaneous" pictures of my sexy cool outfit.... and to cut to the chase, it hasn't. I have noticed the development in social networking and blogging though and basically it seems to me that really we have become so amazingly lazy as a society that the only blogs that people are interested in anymore are picture tumblrs (yes i have one and i love it), and video diaries, also known as vlogs, both of which we don't have to read. (Of course, this is an ironic statement to read because if you have read this much of my post, you are not lazy at all but very patience, and lovely, so cheers.) The money is in the visuals, which doesn't necessarily bode well for a wannabe writer like me, so I am thinking of changing my format to just rely on picturesss and thingssssss. I am going to turn into a mad collector old woman with shit loads of random knick-knacks that just 'looked' nice, and I think it will be amazing. I am starting to write mush now rather than rambles of a creative breakthrough which tells me that im finally ready to sleep yayyyyyy... just as the rest of my house has got up to have a shower. Napping is productive isn't it? So maybe my day will be alright after all...
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