“Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.” -HC

Im often the first one to ditch a party, i dont know why, but i feel like parties have a time limit sometimes. Not to the restriction on fun but the capacity of its potential to become outrageous. At like 130am if things are not changing and i can predict that i will be in the same place at 3am then i dont see why going home would be so bad. I mean sleep is justttttt GREAT these days! Maybe i only feel this way lately because i seem to always be busy. So lately i'd sacrifice an hour between 2-3am to sleep if it meant when i woke up at 7 the next morning i didnt want to kill myself.
The reason i bring this up is the peer pressure to stay if you leave before the "end". Regardless of why or when you are leaving people are still going to pressure you to stay and say all kinds to make it happen. The pressure not to leave will always exist, its a right of passage you need to experience with every group outing if you want to leave before the only ones left are the incoherant, mess' that probably should have not had those tequilla shots.
Im thinking that this condition is seasonal though, it depends on whether its summer and you can stay out late and sleep in most the time, or whether you have work and/or school the next day and have to be up in less than 5 hours. I like my sleep and i like to stay out late too. At 145-2 unless i forsee the next hour to be a "this is going to be instesting, i dont want to miss this" then a good time can be concluded at any point its not always at 3am, even with the peer pressure.

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

It's not a silly little moment,
It's not the storm before the calm.
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love that we've been working on.

Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody's gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.

We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.

I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw.
How dare you say it's nothing to me?
Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.

I'll make the most of all the sadness,
You'll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Because you can't understand.

We're going down,
And you can see it too.
We're going down,
And you know that we're doomed.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.

Go cry about it - why don't you?
Go cry about it - why don't you?
Go cry about it - why don't you?

My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room,
Burning room,
Burning room,
Burning room,
Burning room.

Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?

“Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions,”

Cyberspace is sick (real sick, not the cool kind), What inappropriate actions were once only seemingly occurring on the dark streets of the foreign world are now happening in our hands, literally. Dramatic, however we've all come to know this long before i brought it up here. The fact that 'sex'ting has become an actual word is weird. Just before on my MSN news it asked me if i wanted to know if i had a 'sexting' problem?!
Now not only are psychologists going to have to weed through peoples issues they are going to have to include the fact that most of this interaction takes place through a screen. Websites like facebook, twitter, chat roulette etc... and the fact that all our information, cv, photos, papers, are digital makes reality kind of lacking of tangible proof of ourselves.
This constant appropriation of ourselves onto a digital world is scary. What happens when facebook no longer works like floppy disks? Who are we then and who are our friends because right now i have about 300.
MSN and ICQ became super popular because it allowed you to say things to people you wouldn't say in person and have long awkward conversations from the safety of your own screen.
Someone i recently started talking to asked me if we were 'MSN dating',and it was true in a sense that we were getting to know eachother through the PC but in reality i probalby hadn't had a longer than 5 min convo with him. What if tomorrow all communication lines were cut, what are we left with? Who are we left with? Who are you?
It just got me to thinking about all the things that computers and phones have allowed us to do based on this illusion of a safety net. In reality by communicating in the past we'd open doors, but rather than opening doors for ourselves to walk through we are just opening windows all over to get a look at whats out there.

From age to age, nothing changes, and yet everything ..... is completely different

Ageing gracefully is one thing but when do we start to worry about this? Usually its when we start seeing the signs of ageing and its already getting late. They say that our bodies continue to peak until we are 25 and then after that its pretty much a downhill course. Surely there are those who can be obese at 25 and then by 30 be fit but its still only the best you can be at 30 rather then the best you could have been at 25.
Anyhow i find age creeps up on us quickly, as we start to near 25+ i have friends who claim they cant work as well hungover as they used to. Or is it that our jobs have actually become real jobs and now we have to actually do stuff rather than just fake it. There are small wrinkles, frekles, and for guys gray hair. Its scary really jsut when you thought you were coming out of being young youre already showing signs that you are old! Sometimes I wonder if the fact that there is sunscreen in my moisturizer that ill age better than my parents did? Although now the sun is stronger than back then.
Point is i think one day... well jsut wake up and well be old and we'll have no clue how we got there.

“For every minute spent in organizing, an hour is earned.”

It does not make me feel very good that i just saw a redcross commercial that said we should all have first aid kits ready. Not a car first aid kit, not a bathroom first aid kit with bandaids but a house kit. Water, blankets, flashlights, food, gloves, toilet paper...etc etc its a big one. Im not sure where they expect people to put this because if there is a disaster and im in my house anyway theres a good chance ill have access to my fridge and not need the water bottles in that kit, or the kit will be in a room i dont have access to. I dont know. It seems like a good idea. Ive thought about perhaps always carrying around extra snack and water incase i get trapped somwhere when the world falls on my head. Its not even funny... or unrealistic. I heard a story about a guy in Haiti who got trapped right next to a twelve pack of pepsi...and he drank that for a week! Or the guy who's Iphone saved him by givin him medical info. I need to get myself that phone i think!