ticking clock, everyone stop
There really aren't enough hours in the day. This is officially the first hour of "down time" I think I've had all weekend. I miss the days of waking up late, and getting to decide what I feel like doing... my entire life revolves around a schedule now and I never have the time for all of the things I want to do. But as an anxiety-prone, type A personality kinda girl, I have to keep reminding myself that I am in my element. Too much free time makes me antsy, but not enough of it makes me miserable. I can never seem to find the perfect balance.
My mother's annoying me. She called last night while I was at Urinetown (watching two of my fabulously talented residents) to bug me about going to D.C. over the summer to tour law schools and whatnot. My father's freaking out because he needs to put in a request for the time off and my mom because she has to request the timeshare time. Honestly, I'd much prefer it if my mom and I or maybe a friend hopped a plane on some spontaneous weekend. They seem to forget that while their lives are structured to the max, mine is in no way similar... and I really don't care for it to be. They also seem to forget that when they do this kind of stuff to me, it makes all of us miserable, and especially me because I can't stand not being in control of my own life/decisions. I hate dependency in any form of the idea, and it'll ruin any potential chance at having an enjoyable vacation. Sigh.
In other news, we have the last RA group session tonight. My resident Vanessa and I did a floor program for her group session yesterday, which worked out so well. More than half the floor showed up, and it was so nice to have everyone together. As frustrated as I get with some parts of this job, it makes me sad to think that I'm going to be leaving the girls at the end of the semester. I've loved getting to know them so much. If it weren't for this job, my staff and my residents... I'd probably not be at Plattsburgh after the drama of my sophmore year and the loss of my grandparents. It saved my life and my sanity and I'm so grateful.
I met some people over the weekend... and by people, I mean boys. I just don't seem to have the effort for dating, and I'm tired of having flirting flings for the sake of distraction. Or maybe I just need to meet someone more interesting. Or maybe I'm just too picky. I find myself longing for the familiar lately... and I'm sure most of you know who that means. Sigh. I'm just going to go with how I feel from now on. If it makes me happy, then there can't be too much harm in it. I'm tired of guys playing with my emotions.
This post was so much heavier than I was intending. I'm going to think about gender for a while and get some work done, tata.
My mother's annoying me. She called last night while I was at Urinetown (watching two of my fabulously talented residents) to bug me about going to D.C. over the summer to tour law schools and whatnot. My father's freaking out because he needs to put in a request for the time off and my mom because she has to request the timeshare time. Honestly, I'd much prefer it if my mom and I or maybe a friend hopped a plane on some spontaneous weekend. They seem to forget that while their lives are structured to the max, mine is in no way similar... and I really don't care for it to be. They also seem to forget that when they do this kind of stuff to me, it makes all of us miserable, and especially me because I can't stand not being in control of my own life/decisions. I hate dependency in any form of the idea, and it'll ruin any potential chance at having an enjoyable vacation. Sigh.
In other news, we have the last RA group session tonight. My resident Vanessa and I did a floor program for her group session yesterday, which worked out so well. More than half the floor showed up, and it was so nice to have everyone together. As frustrated as I get with some parts of this job, it makes me sad to think that I'm going to be leaving the girls at the end of the semester. I've loved getting to know them so much. If it weren't for this job, my staff and my residents... I'd probably not be at Plattsburgh after the drama of my sophmore year and the loss of my grandparents. It saved my life and my sanity and I'm so grateful.
I met some people over the weekend... and by people, I mean boys. I just don't seem to have the effort for dating, and I'm tired of having flirting flings for the sake of distraction. Or maybe I just need to meet someone more interesting. Or maybe I'm just too picky. I find myself longing for the familiar lately... and I'm sure most of you know who that means. Sigh. I'm just going to go with how I feel from now on. If it makes me happy, then there can't be too much harm in it. I'm tired of guys playing with my emotions.
This post was so much heavier than I was intending. I'm going to think about gender for a while and get some work done, tata.