Dave’s Life: Video Journal 55: Saw Day

Dave’s Life: Video Journal 53/54: Making of Day

Dave’s Life: Video Journal 52: Return Day

Dave’s Life: Video Journal 51: Tragic Day

Dave’s Life: Video Journal 50: SIX FLAGS DAY

Dave’s Life: Video Journal 48/49: Split Day

Wakeful

There is something that is a good and bad thing with me.  The fact is, I am wakeful at night, because my mind really races with basically what you read on this site.  It doesn’t matter how tired I am, I simply cannot sleep, because my mind races with stories and junk.  The bad thing about this particular moment, is that last night, me and my brother stayed up, all night, last night, not a peep of sleep.  In the afternoon, we may have gotten two hours of sleep.  And by 7 o’clock, I was like dead tired, but at there is just something about me that keeps me up at night.  The good thing about it is my mind can really think up some interesting things, and that is something I don’t mind.  My mind can be quite innovative at night.

I am worried, however, about how I will be tomorrow.  I am sure I will get a good night sleep tonight…probably.  If I don’t though, I hope I am not found dead tomorrow just cause of my lack of sleep.  See without my mind racing like this at night, I don’t think I’d really be that creative, and I don’t think I’d come up with quite as many ideas.  These blogs you read, I probably wouldn’t write them.  I’ve written two full books, and plenty of unfinished projects, probably got the ideas for them while sleeping.  Thats the good thing about it, the bad is it could possibly turn out to be an unhealthy habit.  A habit I have no control over.

In my views, its not that bad, I like writing down thoughts as they come to mind, then reading them later.

Memories of High School

Having ADD, my mind races around different things. With no reason whatsoever. That can either be dubbed as a good thing, or a bad thing. Depends on how you think of it. My creative mind races all day, although I can’t really listen to it until night comes around when I am doing nothing. Tonight my mind concentrated on high school, and what I miss about it.

There may not be a huge amount of things I miss about it, but there are a select few. I guess I would have to say the first few days of each semester. Those were the glory days. Coming back to the school, seeing all your friends that you haven’t spoken to all break. Its quite an experience.

The first thing they do, I remember, is gather everyone of the same grade into one big room. This is their idea of telling you what homeroom to go to. This is my idea of a meet & greet session. Meet old friends say hello, then they send you on your way to your homeroom first. You can basically sit wherever you want in homeroom, even if you have assigned seating. Homeroom is a place to study, or do your homework, or read. Mostly, though it was a place to hang out, and chill with your old friends, and new friends that you have met.

I remember after homeroom, the excitement of going from classroom to classroom for the first time. Thinking about who would be in the class. Would it be entirely made up of new people that you don’t know? Or would it have some of your friends in it? That was usually the case, I had a few friends in each of my classes. Meeting new people, also was a fun part of the whole experience.

The first few days were the best simply because all you were taught in the classes were what they do there, which you basically already knew. They don’t give you homework, you basically have a good time for the most part.

Then the second day. At least my high school, I don’t know about the rest of you out there, but we had two seperate days, a Red day and a White day. They were completely opposite. Anyways, you basically do the whole routine over again, meeting new people etc. Even the lunches were different. Maybe on the Red Day I would have lunch A, which was the earliest, maybe the White Day had lunch C, the latest lunch. Which I have to admit, was pretty bad, since you had to wait that long.

Looking back now at the lunch I kinda think its pretty silly getting starved for food at 12:30 (Lunch C) when nowadays I wake up later than that, and eat lunch around 1:00 or 2:00 daily. Sometimes none at all! It must all have to do with what time you wake up, I know we had to wake up mighty early for those school days, then work hard at school, anyone would be ready for lunch.

Lunch had to be my favorite part of high school. Screw the term “Mystery Meat” I think their school food was amazing. I mean they had all these separate entryways to which kind of foods you want. Lets see should I pick the Pizza line, Sub line, Taco Line, Salad Line, or Normal line? There were more I think, but you get the idea. Pizza was one of my favorites, lol.

Another one of my favorite courses was Piano class. Let me tell you something. That class required basically, no skill at all to get in. There were almost no tests given in there, and the final was play a song on the piano. Somebody played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and passed the class easily. Me and Joe always went to the one room, the one with the drums in it, we would just basically talk all day. The teacher didn’t even check on us. Other days, we just slept on through the class, it didn’t matter. Other days, we found lemonaid, little cups, and sugar all in the same box, we went out into the hall, filled the cup up with water int the drinking fountain, poured the lemonaid stuff in, then mixed it with sugar, Thoose were the good days. Don’t forget Movie Fridays!

Then we go to second semester, the whole thing starts over, with new classes, new times, new lunch periods. Which you needed time to adjust, since most likely your lunch buddies from last semester were in different schedules now, and you needed to find new lunch buddies.

So do I miss high school? Yeah, I guess some of the beginning stuff. The rest? You mean like learning crap, and stressing? Not so much.

Dave’s Life: Video Journal 47: Big News Day

I’m going to be an Uncle! Again

Thats right, just heard the news today.  Marcy is 7 weeks and is in pain.  So I will once again be, Uncle Bob.  It’ll be great.  Stay tuned