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This morning, I woke up with serious intent to be a good girl and to finish my 280 homework by tonight since I'll be all day out in the field drilling holes into trees so we can count the rings and next week I'll be focusing mostly on getting my biogeography field book ready to turn in. I also woke up with this odd determination to get a head start on all my final projects and what not because crunch time is nigh. I know, weird, huh? I was all "I am totally gonna do this after I get done with lessons!" and I was gonna stick too it and be all dedicated and what not and accomplish stuff!
Of course, then around 11:30 the whopping four hours of sleep I got last night caught up with me (I didn't go to bed until 1:30, and I almost always wake up when Danny gets back from work after third shift cause I'm a light sleeper. Then, of course, he decides to play what sounded like Sonic the Hedgehog on his videogame machine, so I when was able to doze back off again, this weird ringing noise kept invading my subconscious and preventing me from falling entirely back to sleep. Around 5:30 I finally realize what the hell it was and shouted through the door for him to turn the volume down), and on top of that I was rather hungry and just tired and cold, so I went to Arby's for a grilled chicken, bacon and swiss. Tastey. Then I went to Walmart and got little heat packs and bottled drinks and what not to pack in my lunch tomorrow, so by the time I got back here all that nice, shiny determination and dedication I had been planning on had gone bye bye.
I have been home for almost four and a half hours and have accomplished exactly zilch on the homework front. Instead, I'm still rereading Barista.
I so fail at ... stuff.
Of course, then around 11:30 the whopping four hours of sleep I got last night caught up with me (I didn't go to bed until 1:30, and I almost always wake up when Danny gets back from work after third shift cause I'm a light sleeper. Then, of course, he decides to play what sounded like Sonic the Hedgehog on his videogame machine, so I when was able to doze back off again, this weird ringing noise kept invading my subconscious and preventing me from falling entirely back to sleep. Around 5:30 I finally realize what the hell it was and shouted through the door for him to turn the volume down), and on top of that I was rather hungry and just tired and cold, so I went to Arby's for a grilled chicken, bacon and swiss. Tastey. Then I went to Walmart and got little heat packs and bottled drinks and what not to pack in my lunch tomorrow, so by the time I got back here all that nice, shiny determination and dedication I had been planning on had gone bye bye.
I have been home for almost four and a half hours and have accomplished exactly zilch on the homework front. Instead, I'm still rereading Barista.
I so fail at ... stuff.