Worked a lot this weekend. There was a swim meet this weekend... 450-500 kids ranging in ages from 6-18... craziness. I worked 15 hours Friday and Saturday alone. 12 of those hours were on Saturday... it was painful. I had to keep reminding myself... you are getting paid for this... you are getting paid for this, not enough, but getting paid none the less.
I wanted to destroy my phone this morning because of it waking me up... yes I did have to get up and I knew that it was going to go off, but I just don't like getting out of bed in the morning. Doesn't matter if it is a song I like or just something to scare me out of bed... I don't like alarms going off in the morning. This semester I'm seriously up and down with the sun. Sometimes a handful of hours down after the sun. You've gotta do what ya gotta do.
I realized how stinking old I am compared to others I work/hang out with. The conversation I was having was about going out on the weekends. I don't do it a whole lot because if I care to have a drink I can buy my own alcohol and enjoy it in the comforts of my own home. Nothing against going out to the bars or anything, I personally don't like paying a $10 cover to get into a place that sells mix drinks at about $8. The places that normally have the covers are the ones that have bands/DJs and usually are 18+... always crowded and you can barely enjoy yourself. But anyway the conversation... I asked a girl I worked with if she would like to come hang out and get some drinks after class... she was like um I'm not 21 yet... I just turned 20... I was like wow, I forget that I'm actually older than the others I work with. I'm not the baby anymore. Lets just say I have to really hunt out people to get drinks with. Now if Zach was in the same town as me I would definitely would call him up and tell him to meet me somewhere for a few drinks before din din time. There are those days that I have the want for a drink or two after classes. To each his own though.
I guess embracing the dork in me and studying more leaves me little time to really have afternoons of going to get a drink with a friend or going out on the weekends to enjoy myself. Not this past weekend but the one before, I was in Mobile for a Mardi Gras ball... The idea of it was fun (3rd year to go), but being ill while there was not so much fun. The day before leaving to make my way down to Jackson to meet up with Zach, I became really good friends with the porcelain... I was hugging it b/c I was such good friends with it. I rallied and forced myself in the car, had my water and propel beside me and I played freeze out by myself on the ride down to Jackson. I was so stinking cold but it was the only thing keeping me from... well... you know. People driving by were looking at me like I was crazy for having my window down, but if they only knew. Same thing with the car ride from Jackson to Mobile... Thank goodness for duel a/c control. I get hot easily anyway but still... thank you whomever invented that! But I had a great time on the trip down there, I need to get a copy of the photos from that weekend so I can post some on here. But, until then, I hope I have something "blog worthy" of posting.
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