IT FEELS REALLY COLD.
Although I feel like I'm freezing my ass off, it's supposed to be getting warmer so either it's my hormones or I have some mysterious illness, but regardless of my temperature regulation problems, I am apparently employed after all! :D"
As far as I know it's all still a bit of a fiasco, since now I have to haul ass to school tomorrow to pick up forms and sign forms and fill in forms and bring home more forms to take with me on my first day on Monday. |: Bah. I still don't know when my hours are. I hope I'll find out tomorrow. Will they be from 8:30 to 4:30? 8:00 to 4:00? My aunt says that if I can choose, I should go for 8 to 4 since I'd be slightly ahead of rush hour, although there goes another precious half-hour of snooze time...
Man, it feels so long ago since I was in elementary and high school, when getting up around 7:00am was normal and while my body would protest against the onslaught of cold air outside the comfort of my blankets, it would at least be willing to rouse itself and get on with my day and go back to bed at 11pm. Nowadays, I think that getting up at 7:00 would be like trying to reanimate a corpse, except both corpse and reanimator would be me, and I wouldn't be dead (although I'd sure feel like I was). And going to bed at 11pm would be... uh... hard?
The cold has clearly killed my ability to produce similes of any worth. |:
My aunt says we'll go out on Sunday to see if we can get me any more decent clothes for work. Ahhhh I feel like I'm going to be an incompetent and poorly dressed loser either way. /o\
As far as I know it's all still a bit of a fiasco, since now I have to haul ass to school tomorrow to pick up forms and sign forms and fill in forms and bring home more forms to take with me on my first day on Monday. |: Bah. I still don't know when my hours are. I hope I'll find out tomorrow. Will they be from 8:30 to 4:30? 8:00 to 4:00? My aunt says that if I can choose, I should go for 8 to 4 since I'd be slightly ahead of rush hour, although there goes another precious half-hour of snooze time...
Man, it feels so long ago since I was in elementary and high school, when getting up around 7:00am was normal and while my body would protest against the onslaught of cold air outside the comfort of my blankets, it would at least be willing to rouse itself and get on with my day and go back to bed at 11pm. Nowadays, I think that getting up at 7:00 would be like trying to reanimate a corpse, except both corpse and reanimator would be me, and I wouldn't be dead (although I'd sure feel like I was). And going to bed at 11pm would be... uh... hard?
The cold has clearly killed my ability to produce similes of any worth. |:
My aunt says we'll go out on Sunday to see if we can get me any more decent clothes for work. Ahhhh I feel like I'm going to be an incompetent and poorly dressed loser either way. /o\