I’m a night owl, and I’m not just one of those teenagers who stay up late and just says they are. I really am. How do I know this? I will refer to a post my friend Michelle posted awhile ago. She talked about how she is a morning bird, and the morning just rejuvenates her. I’m the same way, just with night. To take a walk at night all alone for me is just the best. The night air, with still a hint of humidity, but cool enough to not be uncomfortable. I mean, I have been outside early in the morning, I mean who hasn’t had to bike to school before the sun rises? Okay well maybe those of you who live more than 2 miles from your school, but then at the least walked to the bus stop? Okay, got a few more of you on board with that one.
I have to interrupt this blog my telling you that today is Grissom’s birthday. He is now 2 years old. I am now sitting outside, and he crawled under my perched legs and then jumped up onto the patio furniture and is now giving himself a bath next to me. I need to capture this moment, YES, PICTURE TIME!!
Yes, we are kissing. I forgot to give him his birthday kiss earlier. I’m also sorry for the HORRIBLE lighting, but hey, I’m outside, and it’s 11 o’clock at night, what do you expect.
Okay, now back to the night owl stuff. Okay, sorry Grissom distracted me. I have nothing. Well hey, it’s a post, right? Better than nothing?
Commenter of the day:
Michelle, for her nerdyness
Question of the day:
Are you a morning owl, or a night owl?
Grissom is now sitting on the chair opposite me cleaning his toes. I can just see his eyes and his white body parts, it’s so cute! ^.^
Okay, now I’ve played “Party in the USA” By Miley Cyrus 10 times since I downloaded it a few hours ago, guilty pleasure much?
Sorry for the scatterbrain-ness!
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August 28, 2009 at 1:04 AM
junkinmahcranium
I’m neither; not a morning owl nor a night owl. I like just being a middle owl (either fast asleep or halfway about my day). I hate when I just wake up because I’m dead tired and really want to sleep. I hate the late night because I feel like I want to stay up and do shit but I’m effing dead tired.
I like the middle of the day because I’m already awake enough and mah blood’s pumping and all that jazz. It’s great. I also like sleeping because I have fantasmically stellar dreams. Gah, the dreams.
❤
August 28, 2009 at 12:52 PM
ShadowedDark
Oh yay! I get commenter of the day!
Hey that is some epic rhymage there. 🙂
Well, you know I’m a morning owl (o.o) so there’s that, but I’d like to say that I love the night too. Very calm and quiet. I guess it’s that span from midnight to about 6:30 in the morning. The morning because well, you already know why and the night because it’s not the day time. I guess I feel like I have to be doing something in the day time, but at night, where no one bothers me, I’m allowed to just sit there and think for a bit.
I enjoy thinking.
August 31, 2009 at 9:50 PM
Cocoa
I’m a night owl. I don’t normally bike at night, though… usually you’ll find me chilling somewhere on the internet, holding a hedgehog, watching The Nanny, reading, or playing piano. I think it would terrify my parents if they woke up and found me gone.
SQUEE! Happy birthday, Grissom! As for your picture… I KISSED A CAT AND I LIKED IT!
Lawl at the Miley Cyrus thing. I actually haven’t heard Party in the USA… my taste in music is epically bizarre, so I’m normally disconnected from more mainstream music. O.o It’s really rather sad.