Mondays....
I feel like singing some annoying Sinatra-esque song about Mondays. For the record, yes, kickboxing was the original plan. I phoned the people back about some payment stuff and they were rather...impolite. I figured that i don't need to pay money so I can feel like I'm four years old, so I didn't actually do it.
Man!
I had this clever, amusing entry sitting in the back of my mind. Then I got my 'assignment' for today. It's gone. Blast. Ligwa, you're disgusting and I love it.
Stress
So, you know what I've been getting that I never, EVER had before? Stress headaches. Here's the thing:I have never never NEVER had any sort of physical ailment caused by stress. And now? I apply to my universities and BAM! I can barely keep my eyes straight because of my rotten stress. Truthfully, I never even thought of them as caused by stress until my father suggested it. THEN, when we began to discuss my overpriced education my head started throbbing like it was some sort of cosmic drum. not to mention that everyone here is REALLY starting to get on my nerves. Like, REALLY. Not to mention that I haven't been sleeping well. At least, not when i NEED to sleep. I can sleep until noon (something I gave up when I was 14), now.
Debating going for a teaching degree (as an eventuality). Teaching sunday school has shown me how much I absolutely adore kids. And no, not the little ones - the older ones - the ones everyone ELSE hates. LORD ABOVE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! I mean, EVERY SINGLE grade four kid goes through an 'i know everything' phase that's SO worse than anything a teenager goes through. Want to know annoying? Try having an eight year old tell you you're wrong in that rotten voice...and yet I still love them. Personally I don't get it.
I think that's it for today. I feel like I'm swimming in boxes, so I know i should work.
Four more paychecks -! Nine more weeks.
ta
I feel like singing some annoying Sinatra-esque song about Mondays. For the record, yes, kickboxing was the original plan. I phoned the people back about some payment stuff and they were rather...impolite. I figured that i don't need to pay money so I can feel like I'm four years old, so I didn't actually do it.
Man!
I had this clever, amusing entry sitting in the back of my mind. Then I got my 'assignment' for today. It's gone. Blast. Ligwa, you're disgusting and I love it.
Stress
So, you know what I've been getting that I never, EVER had before? Stress headaches. Here's the thing:I have never never NEVER had any sort of physical ailment caused by stress. And now? I apply to my universities and BAM! I can barely keep my eyes straight because of my rotten stress. Truthfully, I never even thought of them as caused by stress until my father suggested it. THEN, when we began to discuss my overpriced education my head started throbbing like it was some sort of cosmic drum. not to mention that everyone here is REALLY starting to get on my nerves. Like, REALLY. Not to mention that I haven't been sleeping well. At least, not when i NEED to sleep. I can sleep until noon (something I gave up when I was 14), now.
Debating going for a teaching degree (as an eventuality). Teaching sunday school has shown me how much I absolutely adore kids. And no, not the little ones - the older ones - the ones everyone ELSE hates. LORD ABOVE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! I mean, EVERY SINGLE grade four kid goes through an 'i know everything' phase that's SO worse than anything a teenager goes through. Want to know annoying? Try having an eight year old tell you you're wrong in that rotten voice...and yet I still love them. Personally I don't get it.
I think that's it for today. I feel like I'm swimming in boxes, so I know i should work.
Four more paychecks -! Nine more weeks.
ta
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