No more exams. No more reports. I have to give a presentation on tea tomorrow, and a short presentation in Calligraphy next week, but that’s barely anything. After that I’m finally free. Thank goodness.
The exam in Civilizations this morning was… boring. That’s all I could remember about it. I finished it quickly as possible and left so I could get on with my Religion report, which I finished, only to realize it wasn’t due in until next week. Oh well. At least I don’t have to worry about it anymore.
Before Calligraphy I started watching Fargo, because I remembered my sister telling me about it a while back. Quite a long while back, maybe one and a half, two years ago? No idea. Basically, I’m watching it for Martin Freeman. But I’m three episodes in and so far I enjoy the show for what it is, not just Martin, even though he is adorable as always. I was apprehensive about the Minnesota accent (hearing British actors speak with an American accent always makes me die a little inside), but he pulls it off pretty well. I guess he’s adorable no matter what accent he uses, though obviously I prefer his dry British accent, which comes through whenever he sighs in Fargo, and reminding me of John Watson. Is it appropriate for me to call a 43-year-old man adorable? Probably not. I’ve been too exposed to the YouTube comments.
Calligraphy was a frustrating waste of time. I sat there for an hour and a half while the teacher talked to each person individually about their work, going from the front to the back of the classroom, and I was at the back. I was left until the very last, and I didn’t leave the classroom until 50 minutes after the lesson had ended – so at 18:40. No-one should stay in school for that long.
I went round to Rachel’s so I could take her bag of snacks off her – she binged a lot recently just because they were THERE, so she’s given them to me to ward off the temptation until after Lent.
I’m not religious (as I say far too often on this blog), but I still “celebrate” Lent. Follow it, whatever. I also eat pancakes on Shrove Tuesday, and I shall be doing that this year as well. And I will probably eat chocolate at Easter. Feel free to call me a hypocrite. Please, do tell me more about how you have to be religious to be allowed to eat pancakes and chocolate.
But anyway, Lent, to me, is a good way of lessening my addictions to stuff. My mum takes Sundays off every week during Lent, but not me. I go all out. I resist for the full 40 days. That’s how I managed to curb my addiction to Subway sandwiches three years ago. I was eating four footlongs a week up until that point, meaning I spent £22 a week on SANDWICHES. Delicious, but not cost-efficient. And it worked. I’ve only been to Subway twice this year. Twice in 21 weeks. And both of them were six-inch ones, because Japanese Subway sandwiches are nowhere near as magnificent as English ones. I’m sure the American ones are phenomenal.
Maybe I should give up the internet for Lent this year. Or YouTube videos, seeing as it wouldn’t be practical for me to give up the Internet entirely. Imagine all the things I could get done. Unfortunately, I think that would drive me insane. Watching videos is my way of unwinding. I guess I wouldn’t mind if it was ONLY YouTube videos, but if I meant ALL videos… I mean, I’m watching Fargo right now, of course. I feel like I’m always watching something. Yeah, maybe I should give that up. Instead of watching videos, I’ll read books. I still have a feeling it’ll drive me insane. Watching videos has become like biting my nails – I’m halfway through a video of a cat falling off a shelf before I even realize what I’m doing.
I wouldn’t mind giving up Facebook for Lent. It’s a huge waste of my time. Unfortunately it’s how I keep in contact with most people. So I’d have to check it once a day anyway, which kind of defeats the purpose.
I’ve been going to bed and waking up on time for six days in a row now. Between seven and nine hours each night. Pretty healthy. And I’ve been dancing whilst flexing with a bottle of tomato juice after I wake up. And I have substantial breakfasts at 8am every day, with rice, miso soup, tofu, occasionally natto, and a mikan (tangerine). I underestimated how good it actually feels. I feel great. I have energy throughout the day, and I’m tired at bedtime. I think the only thing I need to do now is exercise a few minutes more each day (so far my goal is dance to x number of songs rather than keep track of how long I do it for), and drink more fluids, though I’m doing that too.
I have Pat to thank for this. Last Tuesday he caught up with me whilst I was looking a wreck – I’d just pulled an all-nighter from doing work, and I was a zombie. He said that wasn’t healthy at all (he’s right), and that he used to do that, but then he started prioritizing sleep over everything else. Even if you’ve got things that are unfinished, go to sleep, he said. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, but there was something in what he said, maybe I’ve remembered it wrong which is why it sounds less dramatic on here. Or maybe it really was just as simple as that.
I suppose it hit me hard because it was coupled with the fact that it was my nth number of all-nighters in the last two weeks alone. I think I’d had five or six sleepless nights in the two weeks before having that conversation, and that day, my body had had it. I felt like I could have had an aneurysm any second. I felt really, really sick. So tired but so tense and twitchy that I couldn’t have slept even if I’d gone to bed right then, because my body had been forcing itself to stay awake for so long it had forgotten how to relax.
So now I find myself eating and sleeping regularly, and now I’ve started, I never want to give it up. I didn’t think I could get addicted to routine, but now I am, and I don’t want to give it up for anything. I feel so, so much better. Amazing what a regular dose of sufficient sleep can do for you.
Is this adulthood? Or is this just me getting my act together? Both?
Anyway, I’m gonna go. Night night.
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