WHAT THE JUNK.
I have completely abandoned blogging.
Here's the past 4 months of my life:
20 credit hours + 3 jobs + 1 internship = This is basically how it went:
-I'm waking up at 5am to study and pretending to be happy about it
-tricking my body into being fine without sleeep
-work job 1
-work job 2
-do i have to put on pants?
-work job 3
-NAILED IT
-made the best tasting dinner of my life.
-going to all 6 classes and try really hard to care about assignments
-need chocolate.
-my kidneys hurt
-project for ICON fitness taking up all my brainpower, leaving nothing for good blog posts.
-don't have time to shave my legs
-am I getting permanent angry lines in my forehead?
-coffee addiction
-I will never look like that pinterest model.
-do i have to put on pants?
-Wait...i think i forgot how to talk to a boy when you're alone with him.
-have my boobs gotten smaller?!
-development of renewed belief in life motto: get fat or go home.
-YOU'VE CAT TO BE KITTEN ME RIGHT MEOW
-10 page paper
-23 page report
-days going by microwave minute slow
-Sick of answering to my name
-group projects teach me how to hate mankind
-"Hi, you can call me kitty....yep like the cat."
-In the battle of one more hour or the gym, sleep is always the fat, bullying, cross-eyed winner
-OH hey santa, i really appreciate the lovehandles for Christmas.
-when was the last time i showered?
-grown up priorities.
-holy shit I'm tired.
-do i have to put on pants?
It's really as if my body and my brain were in mortal combat. Of course my body resembled that of a fat sumo wrestler, and my brain an old man, and not the cute kind either. So this matchup is like the waterboys of the team going at it with foam swords. My body lost. I am currently suffering an ulcer, which hurts and makes me ill. Basically my body was sick of me abusing it with no sleep, and tons of stress.
You know those people that work really hard and you're like how to do they have time for a social life? I didn't.
I gotta tell ya, at one point i either said or thought all of the above things, I was never miserable. It was a weird, inner fulfillment happiness...hard work is so good for you. My aunt turned to me at Christmas and said "you've had a job since you were 13 years old." yup. thank the good lord for that too, because I'm good at working for what I have.
This semester has been the absolute most stressful time in my whole life, and I'm genuinely really happy about it. Maybe I'm one of those annoying people who gets way stoked on life, (probably true) I chose the perfect major and now it's over. Spring semester is ridiculously easy and the hard work is done, and tomorrow I get to wake up and do something i absolutely love. So in the end, the debate over wearing pants and the battle for sleep was worth it. Life is so great.
More posts to come. so many things to tell you guys about & I have great treats for my next posts, including a follow-up to the apocalypse survivor story.
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