Night life.

I much prefer the world when it's dark. It's mysterious, it's quiet. Quieter. I get so much more done at nighttime; in the day I can never muster the strength to do anything particularly productive, but at night it's a whole other story. Tonight I've tidied my room, picked up all the clothes from the floor and found 81p. But it's still a mess. I like it messy, it matches my brain. It's an organised mess, I know where everything is; bar the 81 pence, I didn't know that was there at all. I've also found two badges, the rest of my bracelets, hundreds of things I got from Fresher's Fayre, about ten lighters, plasters galore and an endless stream of rubbish. And now I'm watching Men Behaving Badly, wishing I'd had the money to go out with Jen, Laura and Yaz tonight. 'If women could only have breasts or buttocks, which would you get rid of?' An interesting question, personally I'd get rid of buttocks, but it's a hard choice. I'm not tired at all. I'm wide awake. I wonder if the term 'wide awake' has reference to the eyes being wide open, because aside from that it doesn't really make any sense.. does it? I'm quite excited, because during my tidying session, I found the notebook I bought last week, but haven't written in yet. I love new notebooks.. they're a beautifully blank canvas. And I love filling them up with ideas and scribbles. It's meant to be used as a journal for Uni, but instead I'll use here as a journal, and the notebook as a portable noticeboard for my ideas. Plan. I'm about to venture out into the night for a little walk, see if I can burn off some of my energy. I should never have had that lucozade, I'll be up for hours. Ooops.