and let there be: sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.....

I have no freaking idea why I can't fall asleep lately. It's really starting to suck too. Last night, I couldn't fall asleep until 3. Then, I woke up at 5:45, and was awake watching the Daily Show with Jon Stewart till 8. Then I fell asleep, and woke up again at 10:30. Okay. That's like 5 1/2 hours of sleep.
Crap. I was going to start my "bragging" on how amazing it was that I only got like 3 hours of sleep or something. (You know you do it too) But 5 1/2 hours seems a lot more reasonable. One of the main reasons I couldn't fall asleep last night was the fact that I was getting freaking creeped out. I kept on hearing weird noises, and "I swear that closet door was shut before."
Ever since I was younger I had this terrifying thing, of me being afraid of the dark, I remember when I was younger and I was sleeping on the top of the bunk bed, and the ceiling fan was on, and it was going really fast. The whole night, I dreamt that demons were chasing me on horses (the fan sounded like galloping) and I kept on crying out to Sarah to save me (she was on the bottom bunk) She didn't.

I think I really did/do have a wild imagination. Maybe the fear of the dark has been stuck with me through my life. My Mom told me that when I was about 3 years old, in our house, there was a mirror,and every time someone would walk by it, it would swing, every time I would wander by it, I would scream bloody murder, frozen, staring at my image, swinging. Maybe my thought process is just weird, but you know, I could of gotten that from my Mom.
The last time my Dad was out of town, my Mom was sleeping in her room, but then about 3 in the morning, she ran into my room, and crawled into my bed (no joke, I really felt like the mother, haha) she said she felt like demons were pulling on her toes. So, of course, while I'm creeped out in my bedroom last night, all I could think about was demons pulling on my toes. Now, usually, when "creepy" things happen to me like that, I put on some sort of christian music, but of course, my ipod won't turn on (it broke about 3 days ago) I was screwed at that point. So, I put on the TV, just for that little dim of light, and nice sound, and do you know what was on? Nuns singing, all at once, creepy words, lighting candles, with their eyes closed. "How could this be CHRISTIAN!?!" Was all I could think.
That's when I turned on Jon Stewart, I don't know why they have to put the same freakin' rerun 3 times in a row, I watched that till I started falling asleep. Okay. So you now know about my paranoid self. Enjoy yourself now.