otherwise known as the day maria's crippling addiction to sleeping pills began
So, this insomnia is getting out of hand. Really, I shouldn't be complaining about not sleeping when it's only 11:28, but I've been not sleeping for about two months now, and, frankly, I'm tired.
Things I notice when I'm awake:
--There's a picture frame on my desk, positioned just so that when the light from my laptop monitor is shining on my face, it casts a reflection in the frame that looks eerily like a cheesy senior portrait. In reality, it's a picture of my sister and me at my grandmother's house for Easter.
--The actress who plays Lane on Gilmore Girls is 32. She's starting to look it, too. That makes her only 6 years younger than Lauren Graham, who is 16 years her senior on the show.
--I'm betting that most of why I can't sleep can be blamed on the new Britney Spears "Fantasy" commercial that runs continuously in my head.
--I really hate when Carrie cheats on Aidan. It's the biggest reason that I don't like her. I try to sympathize with hers and Big's situation, true love, blah blah blah, but she just seems too selfish.
--People don't change their away messages often enough.
I'm really excited about going to New York, but the past couple of days have been weird and humbling. I was asked today why I went to school for so long if I only wanted to find a job as a receptionist. How can I even answer that question? Politely, I mean. And now that I can finally stop worrying about finding a job, I have to start worrying that it won't be enough, and I'll have to borrow money from my pops. And I'm worried that, in the end, I may have to move back to Natchitoches. No offense to N-town, but hell will freeze over, and they will make a sequel to "Steel Magnolias" before I do that. It's just too much. There are foreign people in my house, all my friends from high school left or became unrecognizable, and my summer friends have lives outside of June.
My plan is not to worry about this until Monday. Here I come, New York. Get ready.
Things I notice when I'm awake:
--There's a picture frame on my desk, positioned just so that when the light from my laptop monitor is shining on my face, it casts a reflection in the frame that looks eerily like a cheesy senior portrait. In reality, it's a picture of my sister and me at my grandmother's house for Easter.
--The actress who plays Lane on Gilmore Girls is 32. She's starting to look it, too. That makes her only 6 years younger than Lauren Graham, who is 16 years her senior on the show.
--I'm betting that most of why I can't sleep can be blamed on the new Britney Spears "Fantasy" commercial that runs continuously in my head.
--I really hate when Carrie cheats on Aidan. It's the biggest reason that I don't like her. I try to sympathize with hers and Big's situation, true love, blah blah blah, but she just seems too selfish.
--People don't change their away messages often enough.
I'm really excited about going to New York, but the past couple of days have been weird and humbling. I was asked today why I went to school for so long if I only wanted to find a job as a receptionist. How can I even answer that question? Politely, I mean. And now that I can finally stop worrying about finding a job, I have to start worrying that it won't be enough, and I'll have to borrow money from my pops. And I'm worried that, in the end, I may have to move back to Natchitoches. No offense to N-town, but hell will freeze over, and they will make a sequel to "Steel Magnolias" before I do that. It's just too much. There are foreign people in my house, all my friends from high school left or became unrecognizable, and my summer friends have lives outside of June.
My plan is not to worry about this until Monday. Here I come, New York. Get ready.