Acheivement Unlocked: Sleepy

Dear Intrawebz.

I don't like not sleeping. It's sincerely not fun.
Dear work. Please stop giving me shifts that will insure that I am aware until all hours.
Dear body. Seriously. Get your sh*t together and man up. Grow a pair, and while you're at it a Y chromosone.
Dear computer. Get fixed. You're broken. Please work.
Dear laptop. Stop being dumb. Hold a freaking charge, and maybe sometimes it's nice to recharge your battery.
Dear weather. Get warm. It's nice to be above freezing! ( On that note, it's supposed to be warm today. Not that I'll be outside to enjoy it...)
Dear food. Stay delicious.
Dear Subway. Alternate the cheese direction. Maximum cheese in my sammich is greatly appreciated. Same with the other veggies. Yes, I asked for lettuce. No, I did not ask for a lettuce salad with more lettuce and lettuce on the side.
Dear Subway employees. I know you don't care. But please do not put ALL of the sweet onion sauce in one corner of my sammich. I asked for dressing because I enjoy the flavour, not because I want a sweet onion flavoured lettuce soup with occasional bits of bread. And would it kill you to not attempt to injure yourself with a bread knife whilst cutting my food? I prefer my sandwiches human-and-blood-free.
Seriously nose, get your sh*t together. Not cool.
It's hard to sleep when you're not tired. It's even harder to sleep when you're not tired, and your nose is plugged.
I need a vacation. Anyone want to donate to the "Craig needs to fly to Vancouver for a weekend" fund?
It would be greatly appreciated! There will even be hugs!
Maybe I should go make those muffins that I've been planning on baking for, like, a bajillion years.
We'll see.
(That means no muffins, I'm lazy)
Pictures? I could...no. Lazy.
I'll figure something out, entertainment is not hard to come by when the Intranet is involved!
(For those of you not currently aware, there is actually a difference between Intranet and Internet. Crazy, eh? I should probably start making sure I use the right term).

Oh, and watch the HBO miniseries The Pacific. I've only seen the first part (episode/log/whatever you want to call it) but I am intrigued, hooked, and loving every second of it. After this I'll check out Band of Brothers and let you know what I think of that one.
Seriously, The Pacific is really well done. Amazing shots, gritty realism, characters you actually care about and only know that two, three parts down the series there's only going to be about half of them and you really don't want to see any of them go. It's hard when you're watching either a show or a series about The Second World War. Because they always bring in the most charismatic characters, with great chemistry. And it's bittersweet, because you know that at least one of them isn't going to make it to the end. Which reflects a lot upon the time period. You never really would be able to know if, say, the next year, month, week, day, hour even sometimes, that the person to whom you were just kicking tires with, killing time, enjoying yourselves, would be around. Or that you would be. I almost envy that.
The rush,of living. It seems that I have become slightly complacent. It feels like I've lost my spark, so to speak. It's been sucked, or beaten out of me from my daily grind.
Maybe this change will be the greatest thing to happen to me. (Aside, of course, from my lovely counterpart, most likely out cold in a wonderful dream. How I envy you sleepers).
I'll be able to regain my sense of adventure. I'll get actively involved in things again. I won't use this blahg as my only means to vent and release stress. Stress that builds incessantly.
I need a vacation. I need to explore. Backpack. Camera. Girlfriend. Ticket. If only.
Three months, backpacking, going wherever I wanted. Take my camera with me, if not to show of my adventures, than to expand both my skills as a photographer and a portfolio for future reference.
Europe, Africa, Asia, Oceania, South America. Somewhere.
Maybe I'll finish my grandfathers book, and travel to the Sudan when the referendum is finished. When there's less of a danger. Or maybe I'll go sooner.
I'm feeling slightly caged, and narrow sighted. I need more perspective. I need more...life.
Die Gee-Eff, because I know you'll be reading this later, I want you to come with me when I go.
It might not be the "adventure" or the "traveling" that you wanted to do, but hopefully we can reach a compromise and make it work for the both of us.
The old world is calling me, and I feel it's pull.
Cairo. Alexandria.Jerusalem. Tel Aviv.
We can jump from there to Asia, in Hong Kong, Beijing, Singapore, Tokyo, Osaka.
South to Fiji, where my brothers have said they've always enjoyed.
New Zealand, and we'll stop by to see family and friends.
Europe can be done when we're a little older, a little more...set in our ways.
Alaska, where my parents are going later this year, is one trip I've always wanted to take.
Even with all my griping about being "contained" and "caged" I will always, always think of the Western Coast of British Columbia as home.
Tall, majestic trees, looming overhead as if to proclaim dominance of both land and sky. The fresh, crisp sound of the rivers running into the ocean, bubbling and foaming to demonstrate the nature of it's force. The endless wildlife all somehow managing to co-exist beneath our ever present gaze.
I have decided, after much thought on the matter during the day (when I should have been working, bad Craig!) that I am going to attempt to build my way to attain a career in what I have coveted for years, of being a Photographer and Journalist for the National Geographic Magazine.
To be able to see the world for in all of it's glory, I will need planning, patience, skill, training, luck and above all perseverence.
The ability to report on the goings on of the planet, both through nature and the human aspect, will be one of the greatest joys. This will mark the beginning of my path towards this goal.

...Wow that actually is going to be a bit of a read. Kind of a few different tones to it, I could almost make it into a few different posts. But, as I mentioned earlier...Lazy.
Sleep deprivation/second wind must be hitting me, as I am now super super hyper active, and needing something to calm me down and knock me out.

Until next time,
Aspiring published journalist Sprung
(I will be able to join my cousin in the ranks of journalists!)
Also, there's a billion topics in here so I'm just tagging it as everything.

Enjoy!