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.