General Ramblings.

I couldn't possibly know where to begin today.
I'm solely writing for the sake of writing. I just turned off my television so I could think better. I'm now sitting in my room listening to the low hum of my laptop and my sister singing faintly in the distance. It's 10:27pm, dark and cold outside. I've been meaning to get a jumper for quite some time now, but the motivation isn't there.
It's terrible to think that I need motivation to stand up, walk to my cupboard and get out any old jumper so I don't sit here shivering in front of my open window, isn't it?
I cleaned my room yesterday, which actually gave me a strangely liberating feeling once I was finished. I took most of the posters off my wall and put most of my strange useless objects away in the cupboard. I never realise how many little nick-knacks I've managed to accumulate over my nineteen years. Things people have given me, little figurines from my childhood, burnt out candles from times best left in the past, coins from countries I've never visited, stickers and pamphlets from restaurants and concerts I've never been to or attended. These are the kind of things I've managed to hoard and for some reason, kept.
I can't for the life of me remember where I found some of these things, but I really am the person who collects and keeps things "just in case".
I decided to un-clutter my room at an attempt to un-clutter my life. It's not at all like my life is too cluttered, even. I just felt like some kind of refreshment.
I like the cold sometimes, because it feels much fresher than the heat. I don't like being cold, but I don't mind the cold. I'm not sure how that is supposed to make any sense, either.

I've had the same bed and mattress since I was old enough to be moved out of a cot. I'm not sure if that's comforting or worrying anymore. I think I'm the only person who can sleep in my bed. I think the springs have simultaneously moulded to my body over the years.
I need a new bed.

Speaking of motivation earlier, I have this list in my mind that I have been adding to for quite some time now. It's a "To-Do" list of all these things I need to get done. It's simple things like return DVDs (three or four weeks overdue by this point), return library books (three or four months overdue by this point), get my license (three or four years overdue by this point). I'm not sure why I don't get get out there and do these things so I can relax about them and finally cross them off my imaginary list.
Perhaps I should actually make a list on paper.

On weekends, I never seem to get into bed before 3am. Even if I don't go out, I always manage to stay up past 3am by choice. It's just something about that time where it's dead quiet. Nobody is awake besides me and I walk out onto the street, stand in the middle of the road, even just in front of my house, and just take some time to think.
Standing alone in the street past 3am. Nothing but the sound of possums rustling in the trees or the street light flickering. It would seem like you would be more than insignificant, and even perhaps a little depressing. But I would say it's the only time where I feel like I fit somewhere in this obscene world we have created ourselves.
But you'd think the opposite, really.