Morning person?

I woke up at 8:00 today. Yesterday it was 9:00. It's getting earlier. I used to be a total night owl - I'd stay up till one or later. I've stayed up till three before. And of course I would sleep in till like two or three. But now I go to bed at around 9:30 or 10:00. I don't know why. Well, I do know that a few weeks ago I decided to stop taking an afternoon pill that would knock me out at around six or seven. So that helped me stay up later again. It was when I started taking that pill that I was waking up early, but I'm still waking up early. Oh, well. Even so, I don't think I'll ever consider myself a morning person.

Well, I haven't told my psychiatrist that I've stopped taking my afternoon pill. I don't know what she'll say when I do tell her at my next appointment, and I have hard enough time as it is telling her how I feel, etc. So I don't know if I'll tell her at all. Pretty stupid thing to do, though. She's really nice but sometimes I just can't articulate my thoughts to her. It's not that I don't want her to know how I feel - I do. It's just always been a problem of mine. It kinda ticks off my mom.
Man, my neighbors are annoying. . . In the seventh and eighth grade I had a friend named A'amna. She was really impossible sometimes, always making me feel like crap. She was just too honest, you know what I mean? She always pointed out my flaws to me, as if I wasn't aware of them already. She wasn't trying to be cruel or anything, it's just the she was. Well, she comes from a Muslim family that moved here from Pakistan I think before she was born, but I'm not sure. Anyway, the only time I saw her cry was when she told me how much she resents her parents. But her parents always seemed nice when I saw them. Her mom especially. A'amna has two older brothers and they annoy her to no end, apparently. But she loves cats - she always loved to pet mine forever when she came over.

Anyway, she's my neighbor now. Last summer she and her mom moved next door. Yeah. I thought I was done with A'amna, but she came back. She leaves me alone now. I see her occasionally, though, and her mom always says hello to me. But her brother, who just graduated from UC Davis, is staying with them at the moment. Boy, he loves to talk. Just like A'amna. Whenever I see him, like when I'm getting the mail or something, I walk as quickly as I can as to avoid him. And I don't feel bad at all.

Well, A'amna still loves cats. My mom saw her playing with my cat Posey a while back. When I hear things like that I almost want to knock on her door and chat a while. Almost.

So You Think You Can Dance wasn't on last night! Fox aired the movie Anger Management instead. Stupid. I can't believe I have to wait another week. I really love that show. Except for the host, Cat. I can't stand her and her crooked nose and crooked smile. And those dresses. Yuck. Last week her dress looked like a trash bag. But the dancers are terrific. I also love Mary Murphy and her maniacal screams. It's great.