I could walk all the way to China!

Sometimes I just have too much energy. It's never at a convenient time, like, say, 8am when I have to get the fuck up and walk to class. Or at 11am when I'm only halfway through the day and I still have to run from one end of the earth to the other in less than ten minutes. Energy would be nice when I have three classes in a row in which most of my grade is based off of participation. (For any of you who were wondering, sleeping does not get you participation points. At least not at UNC.) Energy would even be nice at, like, supper time when I could go out and be social. But just like during my 8am walk and 11am run and all the classes in between, all I want to do is sleep.
But do I ever or have I EVER had all the energy I need at those times?

NO.
If I did, I probably wouldn't be writing this.
No, instead of having a normal amount of energy throughout the day like I would suspect a normal person would, mine comes in bursts. Like fucking supernova bursts. Usually around 11pm.
I sit around and do nothing all day because, well, I don't have the energy, but then when I SHOULD be winding down and doing nothing, my body wants me to do cartwheels and jump out the window.
In fact, if you care enough to check, you'll notice that several of the posts to this blog were done after midnight. Every single one of those, including the existence of the blog itself can be attributed to what I'm experiencing RIGHT NOW. Tonight it came a little early, probably because I've been up since the crack of dawn and my internal clock is thrown off. I guess that happens when you go from sleeping into the late afternoon to waking up to get the worm.
I just can't handle myself. I don't know what to do. Over the summer I would usually walk around my room (anyone who has been in my room can tell you that's not an easy task because it's ridiculously small and even more ridiculously cluttered) and then walk down the hall. Several times. I can't do that here because I live with other people who I don't think know how much of a freak I am and I'd like to keep it that way as long as possible.
So for now I'm going to roll back and forth in my desk chair, check my phone every five seconds, watch Jenna Marbles videos, clean my room, make my bed, eat something, stumble, draw a picture, write myself notes and tap my fingers. AT THE SAME TIME.
To my roommate: I'm sorry.

Birthday Sex

So it's my birthday. It's also Halle Berry's birthday, Jay Manuel's birthday and apparently the day that Timothy McVeigh was sentenced to death. So hooray for us.
Thanks to modern technology and that kid from the Social Network, everyone on facebook can see that it's my birthday. And anyone who's anyone is wishing me a happy birthday, even people I don't know i.e. this one girl I've been facebook friends with forever and have never seen her nor heard anyone speak her name. Lord knows I love all this attention, but as I get older, the multiple well-wishers seem to blend together and I'm faced with a dilemma. In years prior, there would be a new notification for each wall post, so I would get notifications into the seventies if I went without checking it for more than a minute. Now all the notifications are crammed into one, so as I just logged on, I only had seven notifications. It was kind of upsetting.
But that's not the dilemma.
The dilemma that I face every year is what to do about these wall posts. I personally like when people thank me for wishing them a happy birthday, but if I commented on every wall post and said "thank you!" it would eventually get old and seem insincere. And kind of pathetic, like I didn't have anything better to do on my birthday. Obviously I don't, but that's beside the point. I mean of course I'm grateful for all the well-wishing. Who wouldn't be?
I could just post a status at the end of the day saying "Thanks everyone!" or some shit like that, but that seems even less sincere. The easiest option would be to "like" every wall post, but I've always seen that as a dick move.
I'm thinking about only commenting on/liking the ones that I feel deserve it.



Who am I kidding anyway? I don't really care about how people feel.