Blog numero uno by Eric James Barger

It's 2 AM, and I'm finally getting around to posting this god damn blog. But, it ties in to what I'm talking about! Yay! So I’ve been having a really hard time sleeping lately, and I can’t really figure out why. Maybe it’s because my bed feels like some construction workers used the remaining tiles they had to throw together a mattress. Or maybe it’s because I’m having horrible nightmares of the 12 cottage cheese butts I witnessed during first rain, flopping up and down like some demon trying to tell me to run back to Porter. Yet another theory is that every morning at 7, I wake up to the banging of hammers on my wall, and construction workers singing in loud voices. Or maybe it’s because I’m stressed about my classes because I really want to do well… no, that’s definitely not it. Anyway, I don’t know why, but I’ve been having really vivid dreams, and jerking awake, not sure where I am. The worst was when I had a nightmare that I had been transferred to Merrill, and I woke up believing that my roommate was sitting at his computer, playing World of Warcraft. But I think the real reason that I have a hard time sleeping is that I’m always really excited about whatever is going on in my life. I have great friends, albeit friends who stole all my rice crispy treats in the 30 seconds I was gone to refill my cup. I play Belegarth, which is that nerdy foam sword fighting thing you see people doing on the quad. So if you ever see me, and I start talking about my battle strategies, please slap me. I don’t want to turn into that guy. I’ve been exploring the woods, which eventually led to getting lost in the woods, panicking, trying to call my roommate but realizing there is no reception in the woods, wetting my pants, climbing a tree to see where the hell I am, panicking some more, sitting in the fetal position, and then finally realizing that the road is 20 feet to my left. Anyway, every night, before I “sleep”, I always reflect on what I’ve done so far, and I get really excited about what’s to come, which makes it nearly impossible to drift off. So I lie there every night, and I think to myself, “Holy crap, my parents would be so embarrassed.”