It actually isn't surprising, seeing that it is 2:20am. Tuttut to me. However something is nagging me at the back of my brain (which is currently hurting) that my day just isn't complete. It's very irritating and I want to sleep yet I just feel as though... maybe I shouldn't. However, today has been jam-packed full of things. I am tired beyond... beyond normalness. I always say I'm tired but maybe not AS tired as I feel now which can't be that tired seeing that I'm still awake and capable of typing a passage about how tired I am, but tired enough to think I'm tired enough and to nearly fall asleep on the desk earlier.

Today I had a two hour long piano lesson. It was my second piano lesson from this growingly famous 17-year-old. He focuses immensely on technique and it's... a unique experience to learn from him. He doesn't just skip through something as though... it's just a technique you might want to consider learning. No - he spends a full half an hour teaching you a certain technique through a variety of different ways. Let's see. I played a passage in a Mozart piece consisting of semiquavers moving in thirds perhaps twelve times? Or more. It was only four bars long and wow. He hammered it as though it was something entirely serious.

Then - oh look - Amarashia's had a haircut. She did, oh yes she did. IT FEELS SHORT and very... short. But stylish, oh yes, stylish indeed. It's only a few layers and the front cut a bit but oh oh oh, Amarashia LIKES it. It feels so much more free. Maybe her hair won't drop into soup like it so annoyingly DID yesterday. Or the day before.

*headdesks* This time, this hour, it enforces a craziness on me.

Point is, I like my haircut. End.

And then I did my service activity for DoE (that's Duke of Edinburgh). It was serving pasta, and yellow mashed potato, and pasta with chopped up sausages, baked beans and sausages to homeless people. It was fun hearing a large amount of them coming in a shouting, "Oi! Bangers and mash. I've love 'em." Eheheheh. It was most popular. However approximately half the time I was serving I was on stand-by mode, zoning out and wasting energy trying to keep myself conscious.

Right now I feel pretty tired. Hence the ramble and the idea to suddenly post a journal entry without warning, without much construction and without much other subject than the fact that I am tired and enjoy to ramble. I realised now why my diary is such a pain to sustain - I ramble so much that I never get to the point I want to express and end up saying something else as vaguely as the point before. Or it becomes a chaotic mass of strangeness just like this journal entry.

Okay. I will cease to type right now. Good night world. Have a nice sleep when you do sleep and... oh. To quote a random German guy I once talked to over the Internet, "Don't forget to turn your pillow over when you go to sleep - it might still be full of dreams from the previous night."