Deprived

Yes, I the spoiled youngest daughter of eight kids, most of whom have left the house, am feeling deprived. Not from food, money or possesions, but from quite possibly the most vital thing our busy world has to offer. Sleep. I slept for 17 hours straight a few days ago, and even that wasn't enough to settle my undying need. Then why am I still sleepy?!! I could pin it on the communist like I usally do, but since this is supposed to be an analitcal blog I will enlighten you further.

School. Five out of the seven days of the week, millions of other students and I, are forced to stagger off to a disguised jail house and stay imprisoned there for 6 or more hours. We then sit through what seems like decades of monotnous lecutres and busy work. And if this torment isn't enough, after those six or more hours are finally over, we are un-lawfully given more busy work to take home with us. Isn't 6 hours enough? I'm already taking 6 whole hours out of my already sleep deprived day to only be given even less time to sleep? What is this world coming to?!

Work. I definetly shouldn't be the one talking when it comes to complaining about work,but I am anyway. My job at the library is great, especially compared to most other teenagers', but nevertheless I do work, and I still condsider it a crucial factor to my sleep loss. Every Saturday instead of trying to catch up on sleep, I have to force myself out of bed and go to my repetitve book job early in the morning. I wouldn't mind this so much if I weren't already feeling dead from my non-sleeping school week, but I have no control over that. Saturday is pretty much the only day that I could sleep, but instead it has gone down the drain to that wicked sleep stealing work monster.

Parents. My parents have absolutely no mercy when in comes to sleep deprived children. No matter how hard I try, there's just no use fighting against my parents' nagging in the mornings. Every day my mom comes into my room at unreal hours and tries to make me feel like a terrible person for sleeping. Pretty much now I've learned to ignore her because it's always the same: I haven't gotten out of bed yet, and I could have done so much, and I could have vacuumed the basement, and I made her take the dog out and the whole day is gone, and I could have finished putting up the Christmas decorations(wait! Seriously, who puts up Christmas decorations at 6 AM in the morning?) . Anyways she just goes on forever with these totally irrational things I "missed out" on for sleeping 15 minutes longer. It's ridiculus! But if I don't get up somewhat promptly she's in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Yet it's not fair because when my sleep deprived self gets up that early, I'm in a bad mood for the rest of the day. It's hopeless. Next week my parents are going to be gone for four days which could be sad for some people, but as for me, man! Am I looking foward to the sleep( which, however, by now I don't think is possible to cath up to ) .

Yes, we are all sleep deprived from time to time. It would be nice if the need for sleep would just go away, but then again maybe not because sleep is great. All I can say is, with this holiday season coming up, I know exactly what I want for Christmas. SLEEP!