The Holiday Season
Ahhhhhh....The Holidays....Music and food and of course, good company. And rising heating costs and finals and registration for next semester. Happy Holidays!
I'm at home. This is odd because the sun is up. Since I generally spend my days at Super Huge Sports Conglomerate and my afternoons at former Number One Party School in the nation it is really unusual. But today is an unusual day. Today is my Philosophy final. Oh yeah and tomorrow is my Anthropology final...the next day is my Politics final...and so on. I have taken three days of from work which I can ill afford but it is better then the alternative of flunking out of school (which I can afford even less).
I woke up at 7:50 without the aid of my alarm clock, which under any other circumstances would scare me stupid. Then I realized that my early morning adrenaline rush was probably being caused by my bodies panic that I wasn't at work like I have been every morning for the past two years. I've now been awake for about two hours and what have I gotten done you ask? Not much. I've cleaned my shower, which priority-wise is probably down with clipping my hamster's toe nails (for those not clear, not very important). I've eaten half a bag of pepperoni and had a whole pot of coffee. On a little side note, who comes up with things like "6 slices per serving" for foods like pepperoni? There's one little bag, this should equal one serving. Makes sense to me. Anyhow, my point, no matter how convoluted my method of getting to it, is that I haven't gotten anything done. Surprise? I don't think so.
I have so much to get done in the next three days, and I can't even get my bed made. Last night, when I should have been writing a review of the play I had just seen, I was talking to Dredgirl in Altanta and wrapping Christmas presents. Tonight after my test I more likely than not, will go the Gym Open All Hours of the Day with Jewbaca and God, then crash and live this day over.
Ok, I am now logging off to try and get something done before I have to head up to school.
It's probably not going to happen.
Veelzabub
I'm at home. This is odd because the sun is up. Since I generally spend my days at Super Huge Sports Conglomerate and my afternoons at former Number One Party School in the nation it is really unusual. But today is an unusual day. Today is my Philosophy final. Oh yeah and tomorrow is my Anthropology final...the next day is my Politics final...and so on. I have taken three days of from work which I can ill afford but it is better then the alternative of flunking out of school (which I can afford even less).
I woke up at 7:50 without the aid of my alarm clock, which under any other circumstances would scare me stupid. Then I realized that my early morning adrenaline rush was probably being caused by my bodies panic that I wasn't at work like I have been every morning for the past two years. I've now been awake for about two hours and what have I gotten done you ask? Not much. I've cleaned my shower, which priority-wise is probably down with clipping my hamster's toe nails (for those not clear, not very important). I've eaten half a bag of pepperoni and had a whole pot of coffee. On a little side note, who comes up with things like "6 slices per serving" for foods like pepperoni? There's one little bag, this should equal one serving. Makes sense to me. Anyhow, my point, no matter how convoluted my method of getting to it, is that I haven't gotten anything done. Surprise? I don't think so.
I have so much to get done in the next three days, and I can't even get my bed made. Last night, when I should have been writing a review of the play I had just seen, I was talking to Dredgirl in Altanta and wrapping Christmas presents. Tonight after my test I more likely than not, will go the Gym Open All Hours of the Day with Jewbaca and God, then crash and live this day over.
Ok, I am now logging off to try and get something done before I have to head up to school.
It's probably not going to happen.
Veelzabub
posted by Veelzabub at 9:17 AM
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