So for this entire week, I’ve been going to sleep late and getting up early for class. “Late” operationally defined as 4-5 am and “early” defined as 7-8 am.
If you’ve done the math, you’d see that on average, I sleep 3 hours. And no, it’s not because I’m playing GTA 5… it’s actually because I’ve been studying/finishing research papers/preparing for group reports/encoding surveys.
So, here’s what I find interesting, (keep in mind that I is the operative word) usually when I wake up I almost NEVER remember what I had dreamed of. But lately, with my intense brain-usage, I go to bed “brain dead.” Then, I wake up remembering my entire dream. I wonder if there’s a relationship between brain synapses and dream recall.
Or maybe, I’ve been studying Psych too much.
— Neil Gaiman, (Sandman Vol. 9)
Like there’s a button in front of you that says “press this for free cookies,” but every time you press it, a bird shits on your head, but you keep pressing it, and once in every 100 times, you get a cookie.
And it’s the best fucking cookie you’ve ever had.
And while you’re eating it, you realize you’ll willingly get shit on 99 more times in hopes of getting another cookie.
Then one day, the cookies stop coming.
- Juno MacGuff: I'm going to really start looking like a dork soon. Will you still think I'm cute if I'm huge?
- Paulie Bleeker: I always think you're cute. I think you're beautiful.
— Come What May, Moulin Rouge