My name is Alex and I have insomnia!
Hello there.
My name is Alex de Jong and I have insomnia.
I have decided to start this blog as a kind of online diary to tell you about my insomnia and my life in general and also to try and find a cure for my insomnia as well as to vent my rage.
Well let me tell you a bit about myself:
My name is Alex
I have insomnia 
I’m 17 years old (18 in July)
I’m from the UK
I’m a student, studying Sociology 
, Design Tech 
and Computing
I do kickboxing a lot
I’m unemployed (sort of)
I have one dog and one cat
I have one brother and one sister
I listen to music (Anything as long as it’s not shit)
I’m a Dutch-South African Jew
I’m Single
I plan to take a gap year next year
I like to write
I believe in Karma
I’m agnostic about God
OK now onto my day.
Well I woke up at 6:30, I turned my phone and realised the screen was cracked and thought “Shit”. I went on my exercise bike for 15 minutes as usual whilst watching the BBC Morning News, The newswoman is getting fatter I think she might be knocked up.
I took some Thermobol (Fat burning thing I take because of Kickboxing and new Diet regime, Has Caffeine in it, which might explain the Insomnia ) and had some Special K for breakfast. Fortunatly school was cancelled due to the snow so I lay in bed for a few hours watching a documentary called “Half Ton Mum” about a women who strongly resembled Jabba the Hutt and doing a bit of computing coursework.
After my daily lunch of one portion of fruit and a bagel with salmon I headed off to the park to meet with some friends and mess about for a few hours, Several snowball fights later and after hitting each other over the head with frozen ice from the lake we went to ASDA which, is when I first started to fell tired. After about an hour I went to a friends house to play Skate 2 (Awesome) and forced to watch the Simpons (Not Awesome) I don’t know why but I hate those freakish yellow cartoon creations. They make me want to vomit, In my opinion Family Guy is better by far.
Anyway when I got home I had a good old family dinner, did some weights, went on my punching bag and off to bed listening to Paul McKenna and expecting a good night sleep.
Unfortunatly about five minutes later my fucking dad comes rushing into the room screaming “ALAX” at the top of his lungs and mumbling something about how I ruined his gloves snowball fighting. Naturally I got pissed off the he disturbed my sleep so I slammed the door in his face and threw a can of deodrant at him (I don’t think I’ll be getting it back ) and now that I find that I can’t sleep, I decided to start this blog.
Now it seems whatever I do I can’t get back to bed: I tried reading the Paul McKenna book again, I drank some warm milk, I took some pills, I phoned a friend who also has insomnia (I think she might be pissed off that I woke her up) So now I decided to do something new and that is write a blog about my experiences.
And that is where my day ends, My sleep disturbed and me finding I can’t get back to sleep, I start a blog. Another installment tommorow.
Peace, Alex de Jong your resident Insomniac.
