head over heels

So Thursday night I went to my friend’s place to just keep each other company before heading back to my room to sleep. Little did I know that wouldn’t be until 9AM on Friday morning. It wasn’t that bad though, even if I did end up sleeping (although not uninteruptted) until 6:30PM.

I haven’t stayed up like that in forever. We just laid around talking about random stuff. Of course some things come up more often than others, but overall it was pretty nice. We didn’t talk about anything really serious, I guess that’s open to interpretation though. It was up close-in your face-personal. But it amused me for some reason. I guess I just don’t take things very seriously nowadays. I don’t consider everything to be a joke either, but… I’m just more nonchalant about everything in general.

Anyway, I miss doing that. Staying up late, talking about whatever pops up in our minds. It’s just something that I find really enjoyable. But in my opinion it only works one-on-one. I think it’s because it’s more personal that way. Big groups are fun too, don’t get me wrong. I just like to have both in doses, not just one or the other. Heh, I bet I don’t make much sense right now. I have a tendency to do that.

Staying up until 9AM… The sun came up at 6:48AM that time. I wish I could say it was a really nice image, but unfortunately it wasn’t. It was raining very hard. The curtains weren’t closed so I could see outside. The wind was blowing the trees around, the rain was hitting the air conditioner and windows really loudly. I’m not very good at describing it right now, I’m just not inspired to write anything especially… good right now. I’ve never thought very highly of my own writing though, I guess I am my own worst critic.

Talking, talking, talking. Wow, it’s 6AM. 8AM. 9AM. I felt so bad about it. I didn’t care too much about what time it was because I didn’t have any classes on Friday. Unfortunately my friend did, 3 actually. He didn’t go to the first one, because it was already in session by the time I left, but I hope he went to the other two. After a while I didn’t feel THAT bad about it though, ’cause he was only staying up to talk to me ’cause he was nosy about my personal affairs.

OH WELL. I don’t even know what the point of this post was. But it was a weird feeling sneaking back to my room. Like the title of this post.