Tired and Up Too Late

I'm tired and up way too late, but dedication to the deceptively realistic game of Skyrim can make you lose track of actual reality. I'm exhausted.

But today was incredible.

Good mood all day, just because I chose to have it that way, but there was plenty of good to look at as well. The beginning of a nice three-day weekend right before midterm week, which is pretty much just a week off, and school wasn't all that tough. No homework, just study for midterms if you want. So this should be pretty chill and I'm excited, looking forward to it all. Easy tests, good grades, come home and sleep or slack. Ain't too bad.

Youth group was awesome too. We watched a little story about a big red tractor and a small village, which we were actually able to take pretty deep and analyze the allegorical features of each moment of the film, probably much more in depth than Jackie Chan (Francis? oops) ever intended. His explanation is just his interpretation, his focus on how he designed it limited in its own way. The allegorical storyteller never owns all the rites to his text, as his work captures life in a much broader sense. If there's already truth in the matter of something that's represented, the author, director, storyteller, mountebank, can't change that. He's just a photographer, still an artist and a virtuoso, but not so much an authoritative author. He can use the moral types to get a point across, should he choose, but he can't manipulate what's already there. It's a lot like photography, actually, because the photographer chooses the angle, adjusts the lighting, balances the scene, and emphasizes what he wants all in order to maximize his self-expression, but he's only capturing a snapshot of something beyond himself, not contained in his mind as it is not his original creation.

That's about as much thought as I can muster at this time of night. So back to the easier stuff.

I found out Esteban Spadea was more than just a good dancer tonight, but a great one. His talent far surpasses that of most any other kid his age that I've seen, and he's just good at it. He seems to enjoy it along with the attention it draws, but it's also kind of his artistic expression. His talent, his ability, his niche. Impressive, to say the least.

So what else was there?

Chill day at school, check.
(Finished Scratch story and watched final product =), took Computer Apps final, and the rest was pretty smooth)

No lifting though, that wasn't great, but I don't want to overexert myself after sickness. Staying up this late was definitely a mistake, but my dedication to this journal might exceed that I grant my wellbeing.

Youth group, check.

Friend coming over for the night, cool.

Lord of the Rings, didn't really watch, but it's nice to have it on.

Sleep coming up?

Have you ever stayed up so late that you start to feel like you are and have been asleep?
I'm kinda there.
Half dream, half reality, do I really gotta slay that dragon Skyrim mixups, and just an overwhelming fogginess.

You got the gist of my day, happy?
Sleepy.

Oh yeah, I won a foosball tournament tonight. Dominated. That was fun. The simple things in life sometimes give you the purest of satisfaction.

So, I really wanna go now that I've got this up.

Nighty-night, the sun's about to wake up.