I'm Here Sometimes

I can’t deal with people asking me for my notes or to study with me so they can pretty much use me for my notes. 

This one guy keeps asking me and I keep trying to dodge it. In high school, there were so many times where people used me for my notes or homework or study guides and I generally didn’t say no to anyone. But now I’m all “Dude. I went to these classes. I took these notes. I cared. You didn’t. If your work shows poor performance it is probably a reflection of poor participation and involvement. And I’m not to blame for that.”

Sure, it’s as easy as sending an email. Copy. Paste. Send. Right? But then it becomes “Can you help me with this paper?” or “Can I borrow $50?” or “id onrtewkl owh wherrrrrrrrri am. Helppppmkpe????” (aka drunk texts asking for some help). Like, I like working alone. I like studying alone. I like writing alone. I like making things on my own. I take care of my shit on on my own. I rarely ask for people to help me. My brother would go running to my dad asking questions about his English papers or his accounting homework. I just did what I had to do, no questions or requests asked. 

I mean, I’m a generally helpful person. But this is what I’m passionate about and if you plan on loafing around I have no sympathy for you. 

About to eat lasagna, take a mid-day shower, avoid term paper, and paint some fish.

Anyone out there? Come in.

I mean, I have no reason to complain about my Christmas Break so far. There are worse things happening in the lives of other. But, to be honest, I am tired. I will keep these events entirely factual.

Thursday

• wake up at 9 am.
• Fencing practice: 12 pm-2:30 pm.
• Work at the bakery: 3 pm-10 pm.
• Shower.
• Sleep by 1:30 am.

Friday: Christmas Eve

• wake up at 6:30 am.
• Work at Bakery from 7 am-8:30 pm.
• Go to Shauna’s house for shower.
• Watch “Miss. Congeniality” but not finish it.
• Church from 10:30 pm.-11:30 pm. (almost falling asleep)
• Sleep at 12:30 am.

Saturday: Christmas

• Wake up at 6:30 am.
• Work at Bakery from 7 am.-3 pm.
• Go home and take shower.
• Nap from 4:30 pm.-6:30 pm.
• Go to hospital to visit Josephine from 7 pm.-8:45 pm.
• Dinner at 9 pm.
• Watch Mythbusters and drift in and out of sleep from 11 pm.-12 am.
• Finally go to bed after mom forces me to at 12:30 am.

All in all

• All work hours include no sitting. My legs and feet hurt.
• Working at the bakery has killed my hands, as does winter weather. They are so dry that I’ve got bloody knuckles from making a fist and have multiple other little cuts here and there. Had about 4 band aids on when working. My hands hurt.
• I ate pretty well when working. Thank goodness.
• I am alive and well.
• I have my family.
• I got money and 2 shirts for Christmas. That is all. And that’s just fine with me.
• Josephine hopefully comes home from the hospital today or tomorrow. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be a 6 year old that has to have rounds of chemo in a hospital during Christmas. She didn’t believe Santa would come to her, but he did. There was a big Barbie house in her hospital room.
• I drank my chai tea last night. Finally.
• Oh, and SNOW TODAY!

My kitchen smells like a mixture of fish and vanilla. It’s really odd and yet I’m sitting in here on my tumblr and really wanting the pumpkin muffins that are on the counter. I think I also want pancakes…

Who knows what I’m going to do. I feel really lazy right now as if I have something to do and yet I can’t think of it. Maybe something I can get ahead on? I find it strange and I suppose fortunate that I get to sleep at a decent time while others stay up all night working. I don’t think I could do that more than a few times a month just because I like my sleep and if I don’t get it I’m like an ogre on the kill.

I’ve inhaled way to many things today (and no, this is not a drug reference). First it was the scratch board dust that I made by using steel wool on it, and now the steel wool is embedded in my hands in a most uncomfortable way, and then there was the “Fantastic” spray that I used to clean my desk off after Studio Art. I walked out of the classroom with that spray bottle and didn’t realize until my friendpointed it out. I’m so forgetful. Lastly, I inhaled saw dust after school from stage crew. It is all over my knee socks. Joy!

That is all for me. I’m going to continue sitting in my vanilla fish kitchen and make some food. Sounds about right to me.

My door needs to stop turning it’s own nob and opening itself. It’s seriously creepy.

Ah, thunder! I love the sound of approaching storms.

Now back to my work on literary criticism, homeostasis, web cam set up, and monologue memorization.