It's not that I'm going to sleep too late at night. That's not the problem at all. My issue is with how long I'm sleeping for. I can overwork myself, do cardio all day until my heart is on the verge of explosion, but when I pass out on this bed, I wake up within an hour. And then I can't go back to sleep, until the next night.

I can't think of any reason why. Anxiety? I'm in high school, and I'm doing well in all of my courses this semester... My midterm average is well over 90. I just recently quit my job, in search of a new one... But it's not really an issue because I'm on the government handout train for being underage. When I'm not looking for a job, I'm sitting in my room, staring at a computer screen, waiting for something to happen.

I used to play a lot of video games, but I can barely even bother anymore. I burned through The World Ends With You/It's a Wonderful World on the day it came out, but now I can barely get to the next day in Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days. I own Left 4 Dead, Team Fortress 2, Counter-Strike: Source, and Audiosurf (among many other Steam games), but I just don't want to play anymore. I ordered a fight stick (arcade panel) for my computer, but I'm starting to think that that was a mistake.

Between looking for a job, making tea, and reading through online feeds while listening to music, I don't do much, at all. I go out on weekends with my friends, but tonight, none of us planned anything. Hopefully, tomorrow is more eventful. But today, I barely even noticed it was Friday.

I am so bored... I sure hope I'm not depressed, because that would suck.

Sounds a little bit like what I went through my senior year of high school.. I felt like I was living in a haze most of the time.. I was lucky if I went to bed before 3am, only to wake up again around 6:30 for school. I had a complete lack of motivation to do anything at all.. I didn't even hang out with my friends. I determined (not through a doctor, but through various online sources) that I probably was depressed..

Hope that's not the case for you man, because depression seriously does suck.

If it's not something serious like clinical depression, you should try reading (I recommend Terry Pratchett).

I find weight training leads me into a better / deeper sleep rather than cardio work. Cardio you can recover from to quickly.I found that while it didn't fix the problem of depression I had from around the ages of 16-20, exercising (both cardio and weights) really helped reduce its severity.

Now I'm doing martial arts as well I really haven't been down at all, and I sleep really well.

Here's an article that may help you. Page 2 dictates some good ways of relaxing before going to bed, much are obvious such as no major physical activity a few hours before bed, no caffeine during that time, etc. You may need to see a doctor about it, if none of the other ways help you, since it may be caused by depression.

Shy of that, there are some good decaf teas that are designed to help you sleep so you're not having to worry about using tylenol pm or other types of sleeping pills.

All in all, good luck ^_^

This is just fucking horrible.

I ate lunch today, and drank out of this big blue cup that I've been using for months. Not because I like the cup, but because it's conventional; it's big, and therefore holds the most liquid, which means after I fill it up, I don't have to refill it anywhere near as often as I would with that other, tiny glass in the kitchen.

I take a sip of water from this cup, and taste something metallic. I'm not entirely sure what it is. I keep drinking. The taste doesn't leave. I look at the cup, and see a huge, dark, black sticky oozing piece of I-don't-know-what-the-hell-it-is, so I pick up the cup, dump out the water in the sink, wash out my mouth, and proceed to wash the cup. I then used it again.

I come upstairs, back into my room, and play some video games. After a few hours, I decided to take a nap. Knowing myself, I woke up about an hour later. I go back downstairs, looking for the cup.

"Hey John (landlord), where's that big, baby blue cup?"
"What?"
"You know, the huge plastic cup I always use..."
"What big blue cup?"

I couldn't fucking believe it. The cup doesn't exist. What the fuck is going on?! The cup HAS to be real. I couldn't fucking fabricate something like that. But then again, I'm the only person that I've seen use the cup... And whenever I ask someone to get me a big cup of water, they never get me that cup... I'm so freaked out right now...

Haha, oh, this is so rich.

Last night, I invited a few friends over. Rebecca, Ashley, and Andrew. For most of the night, we just watched movies (Dogma, the American dub of the first the Digimon Movies) and played some video games. After walking to a nearby convenience store to get some candy, we were invited by my landlords to have dinner with them.

My landlady is a little bit eccentric. She switched religions to Nativism a few years ago. So, she does Native things once in a while, burning sage in the house, smoking locally grown tobacco in her corncob pipe, etc. Last night, she was having an "Ancestor Feast". She had some Native friends over, and they were all just praying for the wellness of their dead relatives. Or whatever it is that Natives do.

My friends and I were all sitting at one end of the table, so we were joking around and stuff... But then the room got really heavy. One woman started talking about her biological mother's fight with cancer, how she never met her mother until she was about to die. Andrew was still laughing, and I told him to shut up. Luckily for us, no one noticed (or at least no one pointed out) that Andrew was being such a douche.

After dinner, we went back downstairs, watched some TV, and one by one, my friends went home. I went to bed.

What do I find out the morning after? My friends and I were the only ones in the house. We had bread and cheese. There was no "Ancestor Feast". What the fuck is happening to me...?

Please don't take offense to this, but it seems like you have some form of schizophrenia.

I just hope I never do anything like Mr. Durden.

That or he's got a tumor happening upstairs. Dude, get yourself checked out, speak to a doc, get referred to a specialist, whatever, before dementia fully sets in and you're up in a clock tower cuz God told you or something.

The above is with all due respect and full of concern for your sanity.

On the optimistic side, maybe you're just confusing dreams with reality.