You will only live 4160 weeks if you die on your 80th birthday.
I'm 18. At 52 weeks a year, and my birthday being in March.. I've already lived over 940 weeks.
If you think about it..
I've already experienced 940 Monday mornings.
I should know by now to prepare for Monday on Sunday, right?
Well, I haven't.
I've also already had 940 Saturday nights..
How many of those can I remember as a Saturday spent out with the girls, getting ice cream and talking about boys with Rachel, drinking coffee with Regina or Sarah, movies with friends, sleepovers, pool parties? Very very few. I'd say.. less than 50. Waaaaay less.
Less than 50 amazing Saturday nights out of NINE HUNDRED AND FORTY?!
Yeah, of course at the ages of 1 week to 4 or 5 years old, Saturday night was the night before Sunday.. but still. Growing up, I lived in a neighborhood where Saturday night was the SHIT. I mean, Friday night you did stuff, but it wasn't as cool as Saturday night.. because you slept in all morning on Saturday and then when nighttime rolled around, you could stay up WAY later and play manhunt or watch movies or swim in the pool with the only light you saw came from way beneath the surface and the occasional star. That was SERIOUSLY the shit.
I just feel like I'm wasting my days. I work. A lot.
I love it, don't get me wrong. Plus I make a lot and get to boss people around. Did I tell you I'm a manager now? Probably not. I'm a manager now. It's a cool job, a little hard sometimes, but cool nonetheless.
But I mean, working wouldn't be so bad if I could hang out with people more.
Like, Rachel, or Max, or Sarah, or Ashley, or ANYONE. I mean, seriously.
I love hanging out with every single person I've ever hung out with.
All of my friends are amazing.
But I just.. don't.
I get caught up in work and life.. and like.. forget.
Until Saturday night rolls around and everyone's already hanging out with their friends.
Soon I'll find the balance.
Soon soon soon.
I hope.
Three thousand two hundred and twenty weeks to live.
Three thousand two hundred and twenty Saturday nights to love.
Three thousand two hundred and twenty Monday mornings to learn.
I've got this.
If you think about it..
I've already experienced 940 Monday mornings.
I should know by now to prepare for Monday on Sunday, right?
Well, I haven't.
I've also already had 940 Saturday nights..
How many of those can I remember as a Saturday spent out with the girls, getting ice cream and talking about boys with Rachel, drinking coffee with Regina or Sarah, movies with friends, sleepovers, pool parties? Very very few. I'd say.. less than 50. Waaaaay less.
Less than 50 amazing Saturday nights out of NINE HUNDRED AND FORTY?!
Yeah, of course at the ages of 1 week to 4 or 5 years old, Saturday night was the night before Sunday.. but still. Growing up, I lived in a neighborhood where Saturday night was the SHIT. I mean, Friday night you did stuff, but it wasn't as cool as Saturday night.. because you slept in all morning on Saturday and then when nighttime rolled around, you could stay up WAY later and play manhunt or watch movies or swim in the pool with the only light you saw came from way beneath the surface and the occasional star. That was SERIOUSLY the shit.
I just feel like I'm wasting my days. I work. A lot.
I love it, don't get me wrong. Plus I make a lot and get to boss people around. Did I tell you I'm a manager now? Probably not. I'm a manager now. It's a cool job, a little hard sometimes, but cool nonetheless.
But I mean, working wouldn't be so bad if I could hang out with people more.
Like, Rachel, or Max, or Sarah, or Ashley, or ANYONE. I mean, seriously.
I love hanging out with every single person I've ever hung out with.
All of my friends are amazing.
But I just.. don't.
I get caught up in work and life.. and like.. forget.
Until Saturday night rolls around and everyone's already hanging out with their friends.
Soon I'll find the balance.
Soon soon soon.
I hope.
Three thousand two hundred and twenty weeks to live.
Three thousand two hundred and twenty Saturday nights to love.
Three thousand two hundred and twenty Monday mornings to learn.
I've got this.