So today was interesting to say the least. It started off nice as some of my classes were canceled. I took one of the easiest Survey tests I have taken and then I got to go on a great date with Hannah. We went to the Georgia O’Keeffe exhibit at the IMA which was very nice and then we went out to dinner. I got to relax for a while and then I went to help a friend with a photography assignment. We had to practically move the studio to another building to set up her shot. In the middle of it though things took a different direction. I got a text saying Hannah was going to hospital with her parents. Which scared me to death. So I ran across campus and went to the hospital with her. It was an issue with her bleeding disorder and we had to go to the ER. For an emergency room they were quite slow and we didn’t leave until almost 3 a.m. In the middle of it all there were also shooter on the loose running around in the area of the hospital. It was a crazy day. It was scary too. I know it’s cliché, but you really find out how much you love someone in situations like this. Getting that text was one of the scariest things I got. I immediately started shaking. It luckily ended up not being anything all that serious, but still it was scary. You realize how important that person is. It was awful waiting and wondering what was going on. It was great to get out of there, knowing she was safe and okay.
I’m often up very late every night, usually till 2 a.m., sometimes 4 a.m. When I walked out of the dorm tonight, things were very quiet, despite being in the city. I like that about the night. It’s quiet. Well except for the Robins that were singing. It was odd. You’re used to hearing them sing in the morning but not this early or late, however you look at it. So I walked to my car, Robins singing, city and campus quiet, puddles in the street. Things were quiet, sky was clear, air fresh, head clear, body relaxed. Calm, cool. That’s what I like about the night.
Every now and then I’ll see something that demands my attention. I’ll see a scene that could make a good photo and I have to get the shot. It doesn’t matter how tired I am or how late, I have to get the shot. I saw this as I got out of my car. I liked the wet pavement and the reflection. It was 2 a.m., I was exhasuted after a long day, it was still raining and I just wanted to sleep. But I had to take the shot. So I stood in the rain and got this. Then I headed to bed, to try and rest before a new day started.
This is my nightly ritual. Up late, doing things at the last minute. Sometimes it’s taking a photo, or writing, or homework or studying. Sometimes it’s wasting time or Tumblr because I don’t want to sleep. Or sometimes it’s texting Hannah because we want to fall asleep talking to each other. That last one is my favorite. These are my nights. My normal nights, when I’m not out exploring. I’ve always been one to stay up late. I always feel more creative and more alive at night. I feel the worst and the best at night.
Taken in my dorm room while my roommate sleeps, while Tumblr runs in the background and as Hannah falls asleep to our texts.
Another late night. It’s become a habit for me now. Hannah and I will stay up till four or five in the morning every chance we can get. We stay up watching TV, movies, or YouTube videos. We always laugh and have a great time. And when I’m up that late I always get hungry and we always end up eating something weird. Like tonight. Cereal, popcorn, M&M’s, Pepsi, Chicken in a Biskit. We never fail to have a fun night.