"Monday morning when I wake up . . . "
Call me crazy, but I love Mondays. Yes, it is true. I love this day that everyone else in the world hates. When I'm working I love Mondays because I go to work feeling refreshed and I can 10-key it all day long. By Friday, my back hurts, my neck hurts, I'm tired, and I just can't type as fast. When I'm not working I love Mondays I think because I have too much time on my hands on the weekends, not enough to do, I get bored, I think way too much, and I end up in some nerve-wracking frenzy. Then Monday morning shines through my window and I'm ready to get up and start the day, refreshed, ready to be busy, ready to do everything I tell myself all weekend I'm going to do in the next week...which, actually, only about half of those things ever get done.
This particular Monday morning I am feeling especially awesome. Productive. Ready to conquer the week with a new found fervor. I have phone calls to make, I have a stair master with my name on it, a tanning bed for my mid-day 20 minute nap, classes to attend (in my last week of classes before finals, I might add!!! YAY!!!), I have a new outlook on my not wanting to be the aggressor and pursor in the AOC stituation, I have a trainer to bug and yell at, I have new books to buy, I have a grocery list with all the correct foods that I will eat from this day forward, I have a family to spend time with this evening after class, I have a closet full of clean clothes, I have an apartment that has been picked up a little, and cleaning to finish up, and I have in general a bit of a feeling of serenity . . . Only good things, Samantha . . . only good things!
I have my new schedule worked out for next semester already. Do these classes sound fun to you?
1. Spatial Analysis
2. Migration and History
3. Deviance and Difference
4. Geography of Europe
I watched this cheesy movie, Noel, last night. A movie all about the Christmas spirit, etc. Cried my eyes out. I don't seem to be able to cry for myself and my real life anymore (after years of putting mascara on Jess' shirts in high school), but OMG, I cry like a baby at the silliest things on TV, movies, songs . . . commercials!!! Great big, sobbing, I can't breathe crying . . .
Small Note: I've started trying to add and change movie quotes, lines of songs, etc. to the description of my blog under the title . . . something to amuse myself, but want to play along and guess them?
Call me crazy, but I love Mondays. Yes, it is true. I love this day that everyone else in the world hates. When I'm working I love Mondays because I go to work feeling refreshed and I can 10-key it all day long. By Friday, my back hurts, my neck hurts, I'm tired, and I just can't type as fast. When I'm not working I love Mondays I think because I have too much time on my hands on the weekends, not enough to do, I get bored, I think way too much, and I end up in some nerve-wracking frenzy. Then Monday morning shines through my window and I'm ready to get up and start the day, refreshed, ready to be busy, ready to do everything I tell myself all weekend I'm going to do in the next week...which, actually, only about half of those things ever get done.
This particular Monday morning I am feeling especially awesome. Productive. Ready to conquer the week with a new found fervor. I have phone calls to make, I have a stair master with my name on it, a tanning bed for my mid-day 20 minute nap, classes to attend (in my last week of classes before finals, I might add!!! YAY!!!), I have a new outlook on my not wanting to be the aggressor and pursor in the AOC stituation, I have a trainer to bug and yell at, I have new books to buy, I have a grocery list with all the correct foods that I will eat from this day forward, I have a family to spend time with this evening after class, I have a closet full of clean clothes, I have an apartment that has been picked up a little, and cleaning to finish up, and I have in general a bit of a feeling of serenity . . . Only good things, Samantha . . . only good things!
I have my new schedule worked out for next semester already. Do these classes sound fun to you?
1. Spatial Analysis
2. Migration and History
3. Deviance and Difference
4. Geography of Europe
I watched this cheesy movie, Noel, last night. A movie all about the Christmas spirit, etc. Cried my eyes out. I don't seem to be able to cry for myself and my real life anymore (after years of putting mascara on Jess' shirts in high school), but OMG, I cry like a baby at the silliest things on TV, movies, songs . . . commercials!!! Great big, sobbing, I can't breathe crying . . .
Small Note: I've started trying to add and change movie quotes, lines of songs, etc. to the description of my blog under the title . . . something to amuse myself, but want to play along and guess them?
Comments
Actually, I don't mind Mondays ... usually everyone is still in a daze from the weekend. It's those Tuesdays I have to look out for. The classes ... well, anyway, it's okay, crying at movies is a good thing. You and Steve would get along great ... see here.
Josh - You're kidding right? You do really know that that line is NOT from Revenge of the Nerds 2? This is one of those times where you're trying to annoy me with what you believe to be your amazing wit, but is really just fodder for me to be so annoyed with you that I have to question our friendship everyday?