The Life of an Ambivert

 I took a five hour nap five hours ago to compensate for last night, one I just woke up from. Now usually I wouldn't think of jumping on this blog to write, but today was different. I woke up laughing. Now, the dreams I've had, although seldom, are usually intense. Without going into detail I can say they are usually serious, few are thrilling and the rest are fun. Today, I laughed in my dream. It made me laugh waking up. Once again, the most ridiculous scenario to ever take place. Quite dramatic at that, and it ended not with tears of joy like it should have, but with laughter.  The joke was I was with a close friend and his mother. This friend was a boxer and known for quickly knocking his opponents out. Him and his mother were in a loud argument about marriage, when she suddenly falls silent. I walk up to her, an old woman now clad in a black hoodie and sunglasses.  I ask the guy if he knocked her out. It takes a full twenty seconds of silence for her to answer adamant...

 I have started to find staying up late at night less tedious than ever. It started out of compulsion when I went to a party a week ago, and now it has stuck its hooks in me like a parasite. Apart from lazing about and Reddit surfing (often go hand in hand), I have begun to branch out a bit like practicing a few chords on my friend's guitar, reading different novels, cleaning up after the night's events and sharpening every single knife I can get my hands on. I feel like I've done a solid job on this batch, if I'm being modest. Each edge, although not mirror-clean, is wicked sharp. I removed the teeth off of one, and and gave a new edge to another. The rest, I refined to a razor finish. Again, I am quite far away from giving them an aesthetic look, but currently I'm happy with putting functionality first.  Apparently talking about knives doesn't make for good conversation... or so I've heard. Fortunately, I have an outlet for this kind of talk. Thank you, st...

 I just spent ninety minutes watching a virtual game show, waiting for an upcoming game trailer. That was the second best thing to happen to me at three o'clock in the morning. I made some cinnamon tea to celebrate, and cleaned around the kitchen and dining room after taking a shower.  And now, two hours later, I sit here, typing away while Motley Crue plays in the background, as I wait for a shitty online mock test. I miss paper tests.