What can be said at 5am on Christmas...

I cannot sleep. Its 5:11am on Christmas morning. I've been up all night. For 1 hr, I made an attempt to fall asleep. It clearly failed. My eyes are tired. But my brain is too active. So my body stays awake. And let me tell you, Santa does not exist. The only thing I'm totally sure of is that my grandma has a crazy bladder and therefore she wakes up every hour to go to the bathroom. I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate me putting such personal info up, but she's got no one to impress. At least not anyone who reads this. Oh the life of the elderly.

My posts (2 posts to be specific) continually seem to be about things that I like. But I must add this to the list. I really like Charles Barkley. Not only was he a fantastic basketball player in his hayday, but currently he is a brutally honest, absolutely hilarious sports commentator. Every single part of him is outspoken. Which I love. I shall say on record that Inside the NBA is the best sports show out there.

I recently came back from a trip to Sac. It was fabulous. Not only did I get to visit Sac, but I also got to see the likes of Berkeley (which I had never been) and San Fran (which I've been). Let me tell you, I love Berkeley. I instantly fell in love with this city. I can't really explain why, but I will say this: Though I do not regret my experience at UCLA (because I LOVED my college experience), visiting Berkeley actually made me second guess my decision not to go to Cal. I regret not visiting the place before I made my final decision. That is the effect the city had on me.
And of course SF was as awesome as I remembered it to be. I would post a picture, but I don't have a camera. But hopefully my Christmas wish will come true, and I will get one soon. Wishful thinking.

Okay. I shall make the second attempt to go to sleep. Please Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream...