giggidygiggidy!
note to reader: I don't actually watch Family Guy, I just have a brother who did/does... and even with my limited exposure to him, that's more than enough.
WOW I am leaving in two days.
So I've pretty much managed to break even my own records on lack of sleep this summer, often acheiving functionality at <5 hours of sleep, often 4-ish. The entire summer was in the 5-7 range, tho v. few came close to 7 hours. The weird thing was, tho, instead of the school year in which I yo-yo it up by getting no sleep and then sleeping in on the weekends, I had no "sleep-in" days this summer because I either had to get up for work or get up for some other form of responsibility. ha--the olympians can break their little "swimming" records--I'll settle for breaking my personal exhaustion ones, thank you very much!
all in all, however, I have decided the thrills of being older/a young adult outweigh the disadvantages. Altho everything is more stressful and work-intensive, nothing compares to the shopping. and the friends. and the other random perks of existing over the age of 10.
yikes-a-bee, when I did I become an adult, though? I was in-between jobs today (babysitting 6 hrs--said goodbye to darling chilluns; seroogy's 6 hrs--said goodbye to darling Cheryl and Jane--damn I will miss my Work Moms, and living vicariously through them!) when I saw a debit card lying on my kitchen table. now, aside from those fake paper card offers I've gotten in the mail (even tho I'm under 18... someone didn' tlook at that when they put me on their list!), I've never seen my name on a card like that before.... I mean a card w/ money...like legit $$ sources, not a giftcard or anything. It's not like I'm fiscally irresponsible; I'm not--in fact, I tend to be quite stingy, tho less of late as I have become infatuated with belts of varying shapes, sizes, and colors, all ranked about -20 in the functionality department (but the more than make up for it in style points!!!). It's just that it's weird that it is generally accepted that I am old/wise enough to have my own plastic and thus anonymous source of money. it's quite hte upgrade from crumpled dollar bills inside a cheap coin purse. I'm just lucky I bought a wallet thingy--I doubt stores would take a crumpled-up, broken debit card w/ too much enthusaism.
my sister comes back saturday night. I have NO idea when I'm going to have enough time to see my friends and family before I leave, in addition to all the other crap I didn't quite realize I had to do/didn't quite realize the time-intensive nature of. oh well. I guess it's part of the package deal known as "moving away." and what a deal it is! for a sale price of $50,000/yr., you, too, can work yourself to a delirious state of exhaustion. and I'm already so silly in my natural state...
my hands have reached a new point in dryness. these are the downsides of working in food retail. lotion doesn't even do the trick, but I'm hesitant to try olive oil...
nightnight all. errand/tennis/lunch possibly w/ friend/last night of work tomorrow, and I can't be falling asleep in random locations as I was today. might make for an even less charmed driving record...
WOW I am leaving in two days.
So I've pretty much managed to break even my own records on lack of sleep this summer, often acheiving functionality at <5 hours of sleep, often 4-ish. The entire summer was in the 5-7 range, tho v. few came close to 7 hours. The weird thing was, tho, instead of the school year in which I yo-yo it up by getting no sleep and then sleeping in on the weekends, I had no "sleep-in" days this summer because I either had to get up for work or get up for some other form of responsibility. ha--the olympians can break their little "swimming" records--I'll settle for breaking my personal exhaustion ones, thank you very much!
all in all, however, I have decided the thrills of being older/a young adult outweigh the disadvantages. Altho everything is more stressful and work-intensive, nothing compares to the shopping. and the friends. and the other random perks of existing over the age of 10.
yikes-a-bee, when I did I become an adult, though? I was in-between jobs today (babysitting 6 hrs--said goodbye to darling chilluns; seroogy's 6 hrs--said goodbye to darling Cheryl and Jane--damn I will miss my Work Moms, and living vicariously through them!) when I saw a debit card lying on my kitchen table. now, aside from those fake paper card offers I've gotten in the mail (even tho I'm under 18... someone didn' tlook at that when they put me on their list!), I've never seen my name on a card like that before.... I mean a card w/ money...like legit $$ sources, not a giftcard or anything. It's not like I'm fiscally irresponsible; I'm not--in fact, I tend to be quite stingy, tho less of late as I have become infatuated with belts of varying shapes, sizes, and colors, all ranked about -20 in the functionality department (but the more than make up for it in style points!!!). It's just that it's weird that it is generally accepted that I am old/wise enough to have my own plastic and thus anonymous source of money. it's quite hte upgrade from crumpled dollar bills inside a cheap coin purse. I'm just lucky I bought a wallet thingy--I doubt stores would take a crumpled-up, broken debit card w/ too much enthusaism.
my sister comes back saturday night. I have NO idea when I'm going to have enough time to see my friends and family before I leave, in addition to all the other crap I didn't quite realize I had to do/didn't quite realize the time-intensive nature of. oh well. I guess it's part of the package deal known as "moving away." and what a deal it is! for a sale price of $50,000/yr., you, too, can work yourself to a delirious state of exhaustion. and I'm already so silly in my natural state...
my hands have reached a new point in dryness. these are the downsides of working in food retail. lotion doesn't even do the trick, but I'm hesitant to try olive oil...
nightnight all. errand/tennis/lunch possibly w/ friend/last night of work tomorrow, and I can't be falling asleep in random locations as I was today. might make for an even less charmed driving record...