i used to be a morning person.

i love mornings. the sunshine, the fresh morning air, the morning routines, and all the time in the world. they just give you the feeling that time extends indefinitely, like you can do so much more. i fondly remember the days when my brother and i would wake up at 6 am just to watch transformers. yes, those were the days.

well, not anymore. i still try to wake up as early as possible, which more often turns out to be around 9 am. i still love mornings, but more like a long-distance relationship. over the course of age and necessity, the night has started to become a closer friend than the morning can be.

now, maybe i don't have wild nightlives like others out there, but it's become a pretty significant time nonetheless. prime internet surfing time, a time to catch up on reading or tv reruns, time to study and cram for tomorrow's exam, time to watch late night movies or go on trips to baywalk, time to kick back and listen to music, time to needlessly spend with friends. a time for all the things school and other stuff deprive me of.

and so right now, i'm hunched up in front of the pc, reading the "digital fortress" e-book i received long ago, drinking the last of the tea i prepared (i think i found a new addiction), and surfing and reading blogs. but the caffeine is nearly spent, and the fatigue is catching up.

have to meet the morning bright and early. good night.