weekend. holy crap
I just had 4 days off work. I thought it was going to be great, but I think it was 4 days too long. I have begun to get restless with no actual tasks to do. I've been doing stuff around the house and things like that, but I think I need to have a job to go to everyday. Am I a workaholic? At one point in my life I would have given myself that name. Like in college, for example, I carried a more than full time course load and worked 4 jobs the entire time. I think I averaged 3 hours of sleep per night. But you know what? It was great. You don't make memories by sleeping. But you DO make memories being so tired that you are slap happy and would do anything for a laugh.
This is crazy, but one of my favorite memories from college involved stealing. HAH!
My roomie and I were studying with two of our other friends for finals. The class we were studying for was Western Civilization I. It was about 1am and we could no longer pay attention to the material We were in a Conference Room in Forrer Hall near the campus cafeteria. And all of a sudden we were hungry.
What did we do? Did we go out and get something? No. Did we order in? no.
We rounded the corner and went into the kitchen behind the cafeteria and STOLE brownies.
The door was unlocked for some reason, we walked in giggling, without the actual intent of taking something. We didn't really think we would find anything. We just wanted to do something fun. But alas, about 10 feet in the door, there was a baking rack. And on that rack was a plate full of none other than delicious brownies.
They weren't covered or anything. It was like the brownies were there just for us. We stood there for a minute just staring at them. Not really sure what to do. I decided to take the initiative and take the plate. We ran, took them back to the study room, and had a good time.
We didn't speak for a few minutes, we were too busy eating brownies.
That's not even the best part of the story.
After we took the brownies, we put a note in their place that said "Thanks for the brownies. Your's truly, Officer Reynolds" who was the on duty man for "campus safety" at the time, or, what we called, the "Transy Rent-a-cops".
I've never done illegal drugs, I've always been conservative when it comes to my personal decisions. However, that night I acted like a pot smoker with the munchies feinding for food. I hadn't slept in 3 days when I did that.
After I ate, I decided I couldn't possible stay awake anymore. Claire said she would bring me notes after they were done with the study group. When she came into my room, there was a trail of clothes leading from the door to the bed. I was asleep and no matter what she did, Claire could not wake me. She left me notes on my desk. I had about 2 minutes to look at them before I took my exam the next morning, which I made a C- on. Not my best work. But I had to work my way through school, which unfortunately caused me to sacrafice perfect grades. But I had to do what I had to do to get by, and the motivation was that I never wanted to ask anyone for help. Because I usually had to pay for it in more than one way.
I feel that I have lived through so much already (good and bad, of course) and strange to know that some of the best memories of my life haven't even happened yet.
Sinatra sang a song called "A very good year" and one of the lyrics says "when I was 17, it was a very good year...", and for me, it was. I had worked over a year as a telemarketer to earn money to take a trip to Europe. That trip made me see the world in a totally different way. I wasn't the same when I returned home. My mother sure hated that. She didn't like it when I had experiences that opened my eyes to see the world in a different way, or if I had my own personal thoughts/feelings. I'm glad I ended up differently than she did.
I have been rambling, this is what happens when I am left alone with my thoughts. I need distraction in my life to keep me from thinking too much, which is why I try to stay as busy as possible!
What am I going to do in a few weeks, when I have 10 days off from Christmas?
Community Service, maybe?
Give me some ideas.
~Sara Jo
This is crazy, but one of my favorite memories from college involved stealing. HAH!
My roomie and I were studying with two of our other friends for finals. The class we were studying for was Western Civilization I. It was about 1am and we could no longer pay attention to the material We were in a Conference Room in Forrer Hall near the campus cafeteria. And all of a sudden we were hungry.
What did we do? Did we go out and get something? No. Did we order in? no.
We rounded the corner and went into the kitchen behind the cafeteria and STOLE brownies.
The door was unlocked for some reason, we walked in giggling, without the actual intent of taking something. We didn't really think we would find anything. We just wanted to do something fun. But alas, about 10 feet in the door, there was a baking rack. And on that rack was a plate full of none other than delicious brownies.
They weren't covered or anything. It was like the brownies were there just for us. We stood there for a minute just staring at them. Not really sure what to do. I decided to take the initiative and take the plate. We ran, took them back to the study room, and had a good time.
We didn't speak for a few minutes, we were too busy eating brownies.
That's not even the best part of the story.
After we took the brownies, we put a note in their place that said "Thanks for the brownies. Your's truly, Officer Reynolds" who was the on duty man for "campus safety" at the time, or, what we called, the "Transy Rent-a-cops".
I've never done illegal drugs, I've always been conservative when it comes to my personal decisions. However, that night I acted like a pot smoker with the munchies feinding for food. I hadn't slept in 3 days when I did that.
After I ate, I decided I couldn't possible stay awake anymore. Claire said she would bring me notes after they were done with the study group. When she came into my room, there was a trail of clothes leading from the door to the bed. I was asleep and no matter what she did, Claire could not wake me. She left me notes on my desk. I had about 2 minutes to look at them before I took my exam the next morning, which I made a C- on. Not my best work. But I had to work my way through school, which unfortunately caused me to sacrafice perfect grades. But I had to do what I had to do to get by, and the motivation was that I never wanted to ask anyone for help. Because I usually had to pay for it in more than one way.
I feel that I have lived through so much already (good and bad, of course) and strange to know that some of the best memories of my life haven't even happened yet.
Sinatra sang a song called "A very good year" and one of the lyrics says "when I was 17, it was a very good year...", and for me, it was. I had worked over a year as a telemarketer to earn money to take a trip to Europe. That trip made me see the world in a totally different way. I wasn't the same when I returned home. My mother sure hated that. She didn't like it when I had experiences that opened my eyes to see the world in a different way, or if I had my own personal thoughts/feelings. I'm glad I ended up differently than she did.
I have been rambling, this is what happens when I am left alone with my thoughts. I need distraction in my life to keep me from thinking too much, which is why I try to stay as busy as possible!
What am I going to do in a few weeks, when I have 10 days off from Christmas?
Community Service, maybe?
Give me some ideas.
~Sara Jo