Come away with me today; everything should be okay.
I'm finally moved into my new place and I love being alone.
Heh.
This weekend, I ended up working doubles everyday: a direct result being that my first months rent is late as home was a place I only saw for roughly six hours, that time being spent in an attempt to sleep.
I bet my landlord is completely confident now, in her convictions that I would be a good tenant although I did not make the required monthly income to be able to "afford" such a luxurious accommodation (In case you're curious, my rent should account for no more than 1/3 of my monthly income. As a part-time, minimum wage student $550 is hardly 1/3 of my income. If you looked solely at my cheques, $550 is often my total income. I think this means I can schmooze with the best of them? Either that or I convinced her that my tips were rather static, being that they generally are).
Another addition to my life seems to have taken the form of a horrible, horrible infection of insomnia. While one would think that these extra hours of awakeness would be an asset to someone with little time to accomplish minor tasks, such as 12-page research essays in between classes and too much work, it seems to have had a rather retroactive (can I even use that here?) effect on this process. I find I have an abundance of time in which I become easily frustrated, distracted, and generally unfocused and subsequently get little to no work done, despite my best intentions to the contrary. In an attempt to counter this little problem, I've supplemented my daily vitamins with Ephedrine and Caffeine pills. They provide enough lucidity to get through class or a shift at work but I can hardly justify taking enough to finish homework, least I end up having a heart attack at the ripe old age of 21.
Try and explain that one to your profs.
"Why do you want an extension on this paper?"
"I'm an insomniac and although I find myself awake at all hours of ... all the time, this has hardly proved productive as those hours are spent staring blankly into nothing as my body struggles to run on little to no energy yet refuses to slow down long enough to naturally remedy this issue. While I am taking a large amount of caffeine to get through class, this seems to only be exacerbating the condition rather than helping me get my work done."
"So, you're throwing down a fat cop-out cause you're a little on the sleepy side?"
"Yeah."
"I'll get back to you on that one..."
*profs eyes shift away in an attempt to hide amusement/contempt*
Classes are over on the 7th. I keep hoping this will provide some sort of respite, but finals follow shortly after and I doubt this will be all that I (day)dream it will be.
This weekend I get to go to the baby shower of the girl I grew up next door to/was best friends with through the majority of primary school. She's not allowed to have a baby yet...
None of my friends should be growing up yet. Fuck you, time. You're moving too fast. I hate it when you get fresh with me. I'm worth slowing down for.
So I currently have four men (maybe three men and one boy) who have confessed deep feelings for me. The irony? The one guy I want to hear these words from is still remaining Mr. Ambiguous. Hurray for life. *frowns*
Other than that, I suppose things remain quite the same. Life moves and I struggle to keep up. I think some endurance training is in order.
-Chels
Heh.
This weekend, I ended up working doubles everyday: a direct result being that my first months rent is late as home was a place I only saw for roughly six hours, that time being spent in an attempt to sleep.
I bet my landlord is completely confident now, in her convictions that I would be a good tenant although I did not make the required monthly income to be able to "afford" such a luxurious accommodation (In case you're curious, my rent should account for no more than 1/3 of my monthly income. As a part-time, minimum wage student $550 is hardly 1/3 of my income. If you looked solely at my cheques, $550 is often my total income. I think this means I can schmooze with the best of them? Either that or I convinced her that my tips were rather static, being that they generally are).
Another addition to my life seems to have taken the form of a horrible, horrible infection of insomnia. While one would think that these extra hours of awakeness would be an asset to someone with little time to accomplish minor tasks, such as 12-page research essays in between classes and too much work, it seems to have had a rather retroactive (can I even use that here?) effect on this process. I find I have an abundance of time in which I become easily frustrated, distracted, and generally unfocused and subsequently get little to no work done, despite my best intentions to the contrary. In an attempt to counter this little problem, I've supplemented my daily vitamins with Ephedrine and Caffeine pills. They provide enough lucidity to get through class or a shift at work but I can hardly justify taking enough to finish homework, least I end up having a heart attack at the ripe old age of 21.
Try and explain that one to your profs.
"Why do you want an extension on this paper?"
"I'm an insomniac and although I find myself awake at all hours of ... all the time, this has hardly proved productive as those hours are spent staring blankly into nothing as my body struggles to run on little to no energy yet refuses to slow down long enough to naturally remedy this issue. While I am taking a large amount of caffeine to get through class, this seems to only be exacerbating the condition rather than helping me get my work done."
"So, you're throwing down a fat cop-out cause you're a little on the sleepy side?"
"Yeah."
"I'll get back to you on that one..."
*profs eyes shift away in an attempt to hide amusement/contempt*
Classes are over on the 7th. I keep hoping this will provide some sort of respite, but finals follow shortly after and I doubt this will be all that I (day)dream it will be.
This weekend I get to go to the baby shower of the girl I grew up next door to/was best friends with through the majority of primary school. She's not allowed to have a baby yet...
None of my friends should be growing up yet. Fuck you, time. You're moving too fast. I hate it when you get fresh with me. I'm worth slowing down for.
So I currently have four men (maybe three men and one boy) who have confessed deep feelings for me. The irony? The one guy I want to hear these words from is still remaining Mr. Ambiguous. Hurray for life. *frowns*
Other than that, I suppose things remain quite the same. Life moves and I struggle to keep up. I think some endurance training is in order.
-Chels