Mean ole' night owl

I am a night person.
What this means is that, no matter how much I've slept the night before or how little caffiene I've taken in, I will never feel quite as awake as I do at, say... 2am.
I can't help it.
My days and nights are all mixed up.
To all those who get smarmy little grins and say things like "When you get a REAL job, you'll learn...", No. No I won't. It's not a lack of learning, it just seems to be this biological thing. I've been like this for as long as I can remember. Nighttime feels like daytime to me.
Oh, the moon's out? Let's party. Please quit snoring.

A few new blogs I've discovered

The Frenemy
The girl's got a mouth on her, but hey, she's real, she's honest, she's not beating around any bushes. She's sassy, she's independent, she sounds like a heck of a lot of fun. While I might not share all of her views (as I happen to be a sort-of-conservative Christian), I enjoy the way in which she states them. Maybe what I'm saying is... I'd be friends with her. And I kind of wish I wrote this blog.

Skrinkering Hearts
I sort of like blogs that just tell life-stuff. I enjoy hearing other people's stories. It makes me realize that the people I pass on the sidewalk or in the mall are real people, with lives and everything. Maybe that sounds silly to you, but sometimes I forget this. And hearing stories, even average, everyday stories, reminds me- we're all just trying to survive, here.

Once Upon Stilettos
Random ideas pop into her head, she writes them. Whatver... it's just fun to read.

There's only so much effort you can put into a relationship going somewhere. Here's my problem: how much effort is "enough"? When can I throw up my hands and say "Well, I've tried!"? When does it stop being my problem, and start being the other person's?
Because... here's the thing... I feel like if this particular person wanted me in his or her life... he or she would do something to put me there. But maybe I'm wrong.