Just uploaded a slew of work to my DeviantART page (http://clkolbe.deviantart.com/) in case anyone's interested.
-Cameron
Monday, March 23, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
In Summation...
I'm almost positive no one is reading this (or likely ever will), but in case that first post is a bit daunting, here's a condensed version:
My name is Cameron. I am a 21 year old art student living in Minneapolis, MN. I have insomnia. I like old video games and a select few TV shows (Battlestar Galactica, Heroes, LOST), I'm straight, I'm terrible at talking to women, I'm single, and I live in an apartment with three other guys, who are the source of many wacky adventures.
That's about it. Be warned, this is the only time I'll spoil you guys with Cliffnotes like this.
-Cameron
P.S. "You guys"? Yeah, like anyone is actually reading this!
My name is Cameron. I am a 21 year old art student living in Minneapolis, MN. I have insomnia. I like old video games and a select few TV shows (Battlestar Galactica, Heroes, LOST), I'm straight, I'm terrible at talking to women, I'm single, and I live in an apartment with three other guys, who are the source of many wacky adventures.
That's about it. Be warned, this is the only time I'll spoil you guys with Cliffnotes like this.
-Cameron
P.S. "You guys"? Yeah, like anyone is actually reading this!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
8:37am
8:37am. Productive people are wiping the sleep from their eyes in the shower, boiling a fresh cup of coffee, or hopping in the car to head off to work. They're making sure their tie is straight, wondering if they're ready for the big presentation, and getting ready for some wonderful Dancing With the Stars-centric water cooler chat (in their defense, last night's episode was wonderful).
But not me. I'm sitting here, still awake from last night and for no apparent reason. I didn't have a lot of homework to do, I wasn't making any grand scientific breakthroughs--I was watching Battlestar Galactica reruns and playing with a laser pointer, wishing I had a cat to mess with because, as we all know, cat plus laser pointer equals the most fun you can have without doing something illegal.
Sadly, this is, by no means, an isolated incident. I get to bed at 2am every night at the very earliest, and thanks to my anxiety-borne insomnia, I'm lucky any night that I can get to sleep before 3:30. I've tried going to sleep earlier, but then I just end up laying there until around 3:30 anyway. I've tried getting medication for it but it always made me feel like shit the next day. I've even almost tried to hit myself in the forehead with a brick to remedy this problem, but thankfully every time (so far) I've had the clarity to stop myself at the last second.
So, I usually while away my nights with whatever timewasters I can find--don't get me wrong, I love watching old TV and playing Super Nintendo games at all hours of the night, but it never escapes me just how sad that could seem to the untrained eye. In fact, I'm certain that if my life were made into a movie (which it will, if Universal ever gets their shit together) there would be a really sad R.E.M. song playing in the background of these moments of my life. I've gotten used to this cycle, especially since coming to college: waking up between 10 and noon, going to classes, napping, drawing, sacrificing time to the glorious modern gods of Internet, and staying up until 2 or 3 (or 8:37).
Throughout most of high school, I didn't have a sleep schedule like this, even though I'm pretty sure I still had some form of insomnia back then. In my more youthful days (which, as a 21-year old, is actually starting to mean something) I would be in bed by 10 and waking up at the crack of fuckin' 6am. Granted, at this point in my life, it was a sleep cycle of necessity--I didn't have a car (I have a phobia about driving, which never gets in the way of modern American life ever) and lived in the country, several miles from my school, so I had to ride the bus, which arrived at 7:05am, every day. As my school years went on, I started staying up later, waking up more and more tired, developing a rock star-level addiction to caffeine. The weirdest part is, if I could go back in time, I probably wouldn't try to stop myself from developing these habits--though, I'm pretty sure I would tell myself to buy a shitload of gas and be prepared to sell it at exhorbitant prices in a few years.
Three years ago, high school ended (holy shit, it feels more like a generation or two) I came to Minneapolis to become a college student. Knowing that my awful sleeping patterns were not conducive to, say, a Business degree or a Biomedical Engineering degree, I decided to settle on a pair of less-reputable degrees (I'm no math expert, but I'm pretty sure mediocre plus mediocre equals adequate), becoming an Art/English double major.
And here I am, March of 2009, awake for much too many consecutive hours, starting a blog. I've considered doing so for quite some time, and I knew that if I ever did it would be sometime when I was deprived of sleep. I have a tendency to do things I normally wouldn't when very tired--I own a quartet of dried butterflies under glass for this very reason--and I may very well consider this to have been a stupid idea upon getting some sleep.
That or this blog is gonna be huge and I'm gonna be a friggin' celebrity.
Trust me, it's gonna be one of those two.
- Cameron
But not me. I'm sitting here, still awake from last night and for no apparent reason. I didn't have a lot of homework to do, I wasn't making any grand scientific breakthroughs--I was watching Battlestar Galactica reruns and playing with a laser pointer, wishing I had a cat to mess with because, as we all know, cat plus laser pointer equals the most fun you can have without doing something illegal.
Sadly, this is, by no means, an isolated incident. I get to bed at 2am every night at the very earliest, and thanks to my anxiety-borne insomnia, I'm lucky any night that I can get to sleep before 3:30. I've tried going to sleep earlier, but then I just end up laying there until around 3:30 anyway. I've tried getting medication for it but it always made me feel like shit the next day. I've even almost tried to hit myself in the forehead with a brick to remedy this problem, but thankfully every time (so far) I've had the clarity to stop myself at the last second.
So, I usually while away my nights with whatever timewasters I can find--don't get me wrong, I love watching old TV and playing Super Nintendo games at all hours of the night, but it never escapes me just how sad that could seem to the untrained eye. In fact, I'm certain that if my life were made into a movie (which it will, if Universal ever gets their shit together) there would be a really sad R.E.M. song playing in the background of these moments of my life. I've gotten used to this cycle, especially since coming to college: waking up between 10 and noon, going to classes, napping, drawing, sacrificing time to the glorious modern gods of Internet, and staying up until 2 or 3 (or 8:37).
Throughout most of high school, I didn't have a sleep schedule like this, even though I'm pretty sure I still had some form of insomnia back then. In my more youthful days (which, as a 21-year old, is actually starting to mean something) I would be in bed by 10 and waking up at the crack of fuckin' 6am. Granted, at this point in my life, it was a sleep cycle of necessity--I didn't have a car (I have a phobia about driving, which never gets in the way of modern American life ever) and lived in the country, several miles from my school, so I had to ride the bus, which arrived at 7:05am, every day. As my school years went on, I started staying up later, waking up more and more tired, developing a rock star-level addiction to caffeine. The weirdest part is, if I could go back in time, I probably wouldn't try to stop myself from developing these habits--though, I'm pretty sure I would tell myself to buy a shitload of gas and be prepared to sell it at exhorbitant prices in a few years.
Three years ago, high school ended (holy shit, it feels more like a generation or two) I came to Minneapolis to become a college student. Knowing that my awful sleeping patterns were not conducive to, say, a Business degree or a Biomedical Engineering degree, I decided to settle on a pair of less-reputable degrees (I'm no math expert, but I'm pretty sure mediocre plus mediocre equals adequate), becoming an Art/English double major.
And here I am, March of 2009, awake for much too many consecutive hours, starting a blog. I've considered doing so for quite some time, and I knew that if I ever did it would be sometime when I was deprived of sleep. I have a tendency to do things I normally wouldn't when very tired--I own a quartet of dried butterflies under glass for this very reason--and I may very well consider this to have been a stupid idea upon getting some sleep.
That or this blog is gonna be huge and I'm gonna be a friggin' celebrity.
Trust me, it's gonna be one of those two.
- Cameron
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