1. move schools (we're moving tomorrow for the last 3 weeks so my school can get central air conditioning)
2. get engagement pictures taken (check!)
3. get a job for next year (which involves scheduling interviews, writing emails to principals, calling on other contacts for help in getting a job, finding substitutes so I can go to interviews during the school day, etc.)
4. unpack all my stuff at my summer apartment (not trying too hard to do that one, I'll be honest)
5. pack all my stuff at school
6. plan a wedding (oh, mine)
7. figure out where I'm living next year (actually this is Stephen's job but sometimes when I'm stressed about a few things then I start looking for other things to stress about too)
8. get a dress to get married in (finally done with that one)
9. plan my summer
10. plan my fall
11. save money (and the only way I can think of to do that is to just not eat....)
Blablabla boring. All I'm saying is, I'm excited for the day when I can do the following with some degree of consistency without it turning into a freaking panty-tangling process and event:
- sleep
- make and eat dinner (yesterday's dinner was a string cheese and today's was half an apple because it just takes SO MUCH EFFORT to make food and my milk just expired so cereal is no longer an option)
- brush my teeth
- go running (I
know. Who am I?? I don’t even know,
but I actually really like going running now and I think about it and want to
do it and I try to plan it in, and then I get home and the sun sets and the
world gets dark and I get scared of getting raped, so I end up just turning on
the music video for “Good Feeling” by Flo Rida and running in place in my room
while that plays, and friends, that is not even the same thing as running
outside, let me tell ya.)
- lay out (if the sun could set at 9:30, I'd be happy. I mean, really happy. I could get home from school at 7 and lay out until the sun set. But no, it sets at 7:10.
- see my friends. I miss them really bad. And I'm turning into a bad friend, like, I know I am. It's depressing that the only time I can ever see them is Monday nights for the Bachelorette. Speaking of which...
- watch the Bachelorette. I usually am so painstakingly devoted to this show, and I take notes and I know the men by name, and I look forward to it every week. And I just can't invest in it this season. It's way too much effort. And it's such a dumb thing and such a first-world problem, but it's my blog and I'll first-world-problem it up if I want to.
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