Until recently, I never really respected the phrase "Too much of a good thing can be a bad thing", or however the saying goes. As a young teenager and up until probably the end of last year, I needed a maximum of 6 hours sleep or less to function properly, and getting up early was never a problem. Getting up early still isn't much of a problem, mainly because when it's considered "early morning", I AM STILL AWAKE. This "good thing" I speak of is, of course, sleeping, which has led to fairly bad insomnia. As my days turn into nights, and the weather becomes increasingly colder and darker, I forget where I am in time. Falling asleep has become increasingly difficult, even though I am not particuarly stressed. I blame the 6 am club finishes, personally.
Honestly, though, I just think it is me rebelling in the madness of free, independent living. I can finally do what I want, when I want, except for when crazy lady shouts at us, but I ignore her anyway as I am not French, therefore play the JE NE PARLE PAS FRANCAIS! card, which is always confusing for people. I don't particuarly enjoy sleeping to be honest, yet when I'm bored, I'll say to myself "Have a nap, Lauren, just for an hour", then I'll wake up at 7pm and wonder where my life has went. Also, in true British style, I'm a crazy tea drinker, so drinking tea late alongside sleeping late is a recipe for disaster. My record? awake until 10 AM. Then staying awake the rest of the day so as to not waste a day. Crazy? Maybe.
I also think it has something to do with the time of year, i.e. Christmas, and this being my first time away from home so close to Christmas time. Not to sound needy or immature or anything, but it is something that has really hit me hard, as I didn't realise how much of a routine my family, friends and I had back in Scotland when it came to Christmas. Like how Rebecca (my twin sister - again, another huge reason for being a bit down) and I like to watch "The Mupper Christmas Carol" (you KNOW it is the best Christmas movie EVER!) and drink tea and eat chocolate together, then watch other versions of "A Christmas Carol" like "Scrooge" etc, and laze around in our pyjamas and watch old videos of Christmas' past etc. I know that might sound strange or childish or, well, a bit gay to you, but every person has their own special thing that they like to do at Christmas, and spending a lot of time with my friends and family is one of them. I guess I can't sleep too well because I'm thinking about what I would be doing at home if I were with everyone.
But then, I reflect on the fact that I have excellent friends here with which I could do the very same. So maybe it isn't so much the people, but the place. Poitiers has Christmas lights up, but they haven't been switched on yet, nor are there a lot of decorations, unlike what I expect Greenock or Gourock to look like back home. Thinking of it, Glasgow will be looking AMAZING right now. But I digress... I am thankful that I have friends in Poitiers, and we all are becoming a little more excited about Christmas with each passing day - who says you have to be a child to get excited? There is already talk of which advent calenders to buy/ which have already been bought (NB: I have a Top Gear one waiting for me at home!!) and we are having a random Christmas celebration at my residence on the 3rd (all are welcome!!) at which we will all bring something we would eat at Christmas time at home. I will attempt to make shortbread; fair enough, it's more of a Hogmanay treat, but it is easy and delicious. Either that or a trifle. Because I do enjoy a good trifle!! So to say that Poitiers is lacking in Christmas spirit would be a lie.
I have no idea how I got onto Christmas exactly... wait yes I do... AN INSOMNIATIC RAMBLE! It is driving me crazy as I am either a) Constantly asleep or b) Constantly tired. It is no basis for student life. And it is something I have to change; LOL jk my mum will change it for me in Scotland cause she makes me get up early :)
Still, there is the benefit of being able to try and sleep when I stay at Renaud's. Mainly because if I were to get up in the middle of the night and wake him up, he would beat me to death with my own shoes...
Some people are so touchy.
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