A very late night little update about my CSC experience. That’s right … it’s not about the actual EVENT … it’s how I lived it. Today’s word is:
Insomnia.

I’ve never been one to like partying all night and going to bed at 6 am. In fact, I’m pretty much a zombie if I don’t get my beauty sleep (which is 8 hours and up). But you know, sometimes you just got to say (”hey, i’m gonna fuck you, gently…” … Oups!) “Well screw that i’m staying up and partying tonight, baby!!!”.

So that’s what I did after my Jive competition on friday night. It was obviously a good 1 hour late (so we ended the competition at something like midnight?)but we were all thriving on the adrenaline rush of the competition. So we all started partying. Booze and Guru in the famous party room. (If I can get some proof of the horrors we’ve seen in this room i’ll post ‘em up. I’m sure Steve and Luc will be MORE then happy to know about that).

Anyways, back to the little sleep-story. So I drank a couple of drinks (nothing to hammer me up actually) and half a Guru. 4 hours of partying later, we decide to head back to our college frathouse (Again, I’ll explain later). So we just sat around joking and talking. I tried going to sleep for a few minute but I was oddly unable to sleep, so I went back to the discussions on the first floor. At around 4h30-5h, we all went to bed.

We were sleeping on an inflated matress. So, I couldn’t really move unless I wanted to wake up the person next to me. That annoyed me so much since I usually roll in bed like a mother fucking salsa dancer. But I stayed put, searching for sleep …

… silence… more silence… rays of early sunshine comming through the drapes…

So I layed there, completely awake for a good 45 minutes. Being bored out of my mind and finding absolutely no sleep (I didn’t even feel THAT tired), I decided to just go outside and walk it off. So I walked, went around the hotel. I went to the party room (who still had 5-6 drunks people dancing to some horrible music). I even paid 4 $ for cereals out of sheer boredom. I watched every possible trainning sessions from 5 to 8… God, I wished there would have been a tv there…

Long story short; I didn’t sleep at all that day. For the first time in my life, I spent fucking 24 hours without as much as 10 minutes of rest. The only time I DID get some rest was actually at around the 30th hours, where I mysteriously fell asleep on a couch, almost in midst of a conversation. I woke up an hour later drooling like a slug and my friend sitting in front of me going “… are you ok?”. I had no idea that I could actually live for 3 days on something like 5 hours of sleep and be fully functionnal!

Now, it’s 1h41 am on sunday. I’m back home and guess what i’m doing? That’s right… not sleeping. I took two sleeping pills 30 minutes ago and those fuckers haven’t done SHIT. I’m not yawning and my eyes are completely open. What… the … hell.

Trust me, next year, i’m bringing ear plugs, sleep aids and a f-ing sleeping mask…

Now i’ll try to back to bed and trying to stop my endless thought about next year and how cool it would be to do that move or how we could kick the shit out of Quebec and make people realise how nicer our jive is and how much they are nothing more then Jock douchebags (well at least two of them).

*UPDATE*
It’s Monday morning, I finally got some sleep (after 2 hours of rolling around in my bed thinking about “what move would be cool and such”). I’m feeling a bit better (though it’s rainy and lame outside…) but my head still feels like it’s in overload mode: I can hear loud music and I can’t stop thinking about choregraphy and such. I’m a bit hurt by the weekend, but i’m so looking forward to next year. It’s not the last that they’ve seen of me!