It's times like these... you eat all the chocolate in your Easter basket
*Warning: the entry you're about to read includes a lot of whining, complaining and/or nitpicking. I don't feel like myself at all.
I'm in a bad mood. I don't know if it's just because it's Monday or I just got up on the wrong side of the bed. I didn't get enough sleep Saturday night because of the formal and so I promised myself I would go to bed early. Instead, I watched Iron Chef America til 11 and finally went to bed. Woke up to what I thought was my alarm, but was really Jeff calling me from the airport at 7:23am. For the first part of the conversation I thought I was dreaming. Something about his dad and a package?? Then he had to go and I still had about 20 minutes of good sleep-time left but I could not go back to sleep. So I laid there, mad that I answered my phone and getting angrier and angrier at myself for not being able to sleep. So I woke up about every five minutes up until 8:45. Got up and got in the shower. I have a very detailed morning routine that I've perfected in order to keep things moving and get everything done. Usually by the time I'm actually in the shower (after opening the curtains, putting on my bathrobe, putting away my pajamas, setting my makeup on my bed, turning on the Today Show, brushing my teeth and going to the bathroom) I'm usually awake. I was not in any sense of the word, awake in the shower today. I was not happy. I was not looking forward to the day ahead. I would have given anything to stay home today. It was awful.
My hair turned out crappy, my room is a mess, I have so much stuff to do and I'm just in a bad mood. For some reason every little thing is bothering me. No it's not that time of the month either.
I guess Megan woke up with a roach on her bed this morning, panicked and poured bleach down every conceivable drain in the house. My door was closed so I couldn't tell, but when she knocked and I answered, the fumes swirled around me and I was instantly nauseous.
So then it was my favorite time of the day--zzZFrench TimeZzzz. I only had to speak once but the teacher was grilling this one kid pretty intensely and I felt bad for him. He sits in the first row at the end so he always gets chosen first. By the time the teacher gets to me I've pretty much figured out what I can say to avoid public embarrassment. As I was leaving the Psychology building, this guy (whom I don't know and must have been in the next class) says to me "hey! hey! you! is there a quiz?!" So I was all taken off guard because I didn't think he was talking to me and I was in the middle of talking with Lara. Random.
After that I came home for lunch and the bleachy smell was still there so I kept the door open. I made some pizza that was pretty good. Except for getting it all over my white t-shirt. So I had to change and I don't like the shirt I'm wearing instead. Don't ask why. Then I spent a good 10 minutes looking for my sunglasses that happened to be right in front of me the whole time. I talked to Aubrey and we caught up a bit. She's happy which is really good. But sometimes when I'm in a bad mood I don't like hearing about how great someone's life is going. That's probably selfish, but true.
Then I had to meet Geoff at the fountain and we talked a while. He told me about his spring break and we shared a common hate for accounting. By the end of the interview it was about 1:30 and astronomy was at 2. I decided to find a comfy chair in the bookstore and read the wildcat. I did and as sad as it might sound, I'd say it was probably the better part of my day. Astronomy was boring as usual and I did the crossword for the first time and got pretty far if I do say so myself. As much as I absolutely love giving up all my free time for long and frustrating astronomy homework, I was upset today when he added to our homework load for friday. We have a test, an assignment like the last one only this one is a paper (worse), and to update our starmaps (which entails going through EVERY SINGLE LECTURE slide for any mention of stars to label on the map.) Last time I wrote out the light years instead of doing scientific notation and got marked off. I really wanted to keep up with accounting this week, which in my opinion is waaay more important than this stupid class, but guess not.
Tonight I have to go home so my dad can take my car to emissions. Grr. Just one more thing to do I guess. Then I'll stay for dinner and before I know it it'll be 9:30. I'll come home, get sucked into online conversations, the facebook or this silly thing and not get any homework done. I won't go to bed til one, not get enough sleep and start all over tomorrow.
Scratch that: When I get home I'm making a collage and having a glass of wine. The online community can go without me for one night. I think some "me" time is much needed.
I'm in a bad mood. I don't know if it's just because it's Monday or I just got up on the wrong side of the bed. I didn't get enough sleep Saturday night because of the formal and so I promised myself I would go to bed early. Instead, I watched Iron Chef America til 11 and finally went to bed. Woke up to what I thought was my alarm, but was really Jeff calling me from the airport at 7:23am. For the first part of the conversation I thought I was dreaming. Something about his dad and a package?? Then he had to go and I still had about 20 minutes of good sleep-time left but I could not go back to sleep. So I laid there, mad that I answered my phone and getting angrier and angrier at myself for not being able to sleep. So I woke up about every five minutes up until 8:45. Got up and got in the shower. I have a very detailed morning routine that I've perfected in order to keep things moving and get everything done. Usually by the time I'm actually in the shower (after opening the curtains, putting on my bathrobe, putting away my pajamas, setting my makeup on my bed, turning on the Today Show, brushing my teeth and going to the bathroom) I'm usually awake. I was not in any sense of the word, awake in the shower today. I was not happy. I was not looking forward to the day ahead. I would have given anything to stay home today. It was awful.
My hair turned out crappy, my room is a mess, I have so much stuff to do and I'm just in a bad mood. For some reason every little thing is bothering me. No it's not that time of the month either.
I guess Megan woke up with a roach on her bed this morning, panicked and poured bleach down every conceivable drain in the house. My door was closed so I couldn't tell, but when she knocked and I answered, the fumes swirled around me and I was instantly nauseous.
So then it was my favorite time of the day--zzZFrench TimeZzzz. I only had to speak once but the teacher was grilling this one kid pretty intensely and I felt bad for him. He sits in the first row at the end so he always gets chosen first. By the time the teacher gets to me I've pretty much figured out what I can say to avoid public embarrassment. As I was leaving the Psychology building, this guy (whom I don't know and must have been in the next class) says to me "hey! hey! you! is there a quiz?!" So I was all taken off guard because I didn't think he was talking to me and I was in the middle of talking with Lara. Random.
After that I came home for lunch and the bleachy smell was still there so I kept the door open. I made some pizza that was pretty good. Except for getting it all over my white t-shirt. So I had to change and I don't like the shirt I'm wearing instead. Don't ask why. Then I spent a good 10 minutes looking for my sunglasses that happened to be right in front of me the whole time. I talked to Aubrey and we caught up a bit. She's happy which is really good. But sometimes when I'm in a bad mood I don't like hearing about how great someone's life is going. That's probably selfish, but true.
Then I had to meet Geoff at the fountain and we talked a while. He told me about his spring break and we shared a common hate for accounting. By the end of the interview it was about 1:30 and astronomy was at 2. I decided to find a comfy chair in the bookstore and read the wildcat. I did and as sad as it might sound, I'd say it was probably the better part of my day. Astronomy was boring as usual and I did the crossword for the first time and got pretty far if I do say so myself. As much as I absolutely love giving up all my free time for long and frustrating astronomy homework, I was upset today when he added to our homework load for friday. We have a test, an assignment like the last one only this one is a paper (worse), and to update our starmaps (which entails going through EVERY SINGLE LECTURE slide for any mention of stars to label on the map.) Last time I wrote out the light years instead of doing scientific notation and got marked off. I really wanted to keep up with accounting this week, which in my opinion is waaay more important than this stupid class, but guess not.
Tonight I have to go home so my dad can take my car to emissions. Grr. Just one more thing to do I guess. Then I'll stay for dinner and before I know it it'll be 9:30. I'll come home, get sucked into online conversations, the facebook or this silly thing and not get any homework done. I won't go to bed til one, not get enough sleep and start all over tomorrow.
Scratch that: When I get home I'm making a collage and having a glass of wine. The online community can go without me for one night. I think some "me" time is much needed.