The benefit to having to get to school at 7:30 am on Tuesdays is I actually have time. Time to just sit and do nothing of importance, I'm just checking up on the internets, can flip through my text to refresh, get a coffe and go to class when it's time. I don't get time anymore. It feels like I'm busy every moment of my life, and I also feel like I'm behind in everything that needs to get done every moment of my life. Every second I'm at work is time that could be spent working on Art. I could be reading my textbook. I could be studying. I'm working far too much and these next two weeks could be what drives me insane. I was going to make a pact with myself that I wouldn't drink until my birthday but then I realized that I don't have any time when I Could drink before my birthday, seeing as my birthday is my next day off. Sigh. I'm just trying to remind myself of how awesome life will be once I'm done school and onto real life.
Everyone keeps telling me that I'll stop being excited to be 20 once it happens because it'll mean I'm getting old. But, that is precisely the reason I am excited to be 20, I'll be older and well on my way to getting out of here.
SO, thanks to my detective skills I have figured out why the two people that sit near me in my Criminal Justice class are so tight, they are dating. My detective skills include them adding me on Facebook, BTW. Part of my student loan came in today, YAY. Ahh, the feeling of relief. Soon those papers I need to take to the Post Office will arrive and I can get it alllll taken care of. Basically, other than my home life and work life things are going well.
Don't Stop Believin' by Journey has been stuck in my head for the past couple days. My god. I must admit, it's certainly frustrating for rather large things in my books to go down and the next day it's as if it never happened. Especially considering I was the one most affected by it. Hmph. I friggin hope Catherine called back yesterday and took back the extended part of my shift. I JUST WANT FOUR HOURS. God Safeway, just let me go there, have an easy four hours talking to customers and ringing through their groceries then go home until Friday. God. The sharpie on my hand and the stamp in my wrist won't come off, arg. Although, the door guy's face when he was trying to stamp me on a non-tattooed arm was priceless. When I get home from work I'm going to put laundry in, do some homework and go to bed early so I won't be too tired when I have to wake up at 5am tomorrow! Whatever happens today and tomorrow morning will all be worth it after class tomorrow and I know I'll be smiling for the rest of the day <3