My sleeping schedule has gone to hell. I am wide awake right now, at 12:30, but I have to be up by 9 a.m. to prep tutoring, go to meetings, maybe hit the pool (wishful thinking?), go to tutoring, play at summer league, grab some dinner, go to Pavalicious's birthday party, and then get ready to hit the road for home for Kelly's wedding.

Which leads me to my next topic: Kelly's wedding. Besides my brother, which was crazy enough as it was, Kelly is the first person around my age to be getting married. It's pretty mind-boggling, thinking to myself, hey, that could have been me. I mean I never, at any point, expected to be getting married a mere two weeks after my college graduation, but for quite some time, I was hoping for within the year. And now here I am, single as can be, with not a care in the world about marriage or families or any of that domesticated "lady-like" stuff.

Instead, I'm fretting about how much I'm (not) getting paid, taking care of the building mountain of mail I must respond to, figuring out exactly what my weekly drinking limits are, scraping by on minimal preparation for tutoring, and eating way way too much McDonalds for my own liking (no joke, I had McDonalds twice last night alone. I was disgusted by myself, much as you should be too).

In other news, I'm very excited for the upcoming couple weeks. Obviously, Kelly's wedding, and a much needed, albeit very brief, visit home this weekend. Next weekend goes like this: Lake Wauberg for work (yes, I will get paid $8.25/hour to hang out at lake wauberg), Irish Car Bomb cupcakes with Teen, Min-Gu's 21st birthday party, Busch Gardens with Melly! The following weekend: Hotlanta!

Now, the real problems are: I have no clean clothing. Literally, I am wearing the last pair of clean underwear I own. My room (and quickly, the apartment as a whole) is being taken over with my crap. I just vacuumed my room, and it's already in a shambles. My rapidly depleting bank account matched with RecSports inability to actually reimburse me the ~500 I am owed for Centex and Regionals.

Well, this post basically turned out to be a train wreck of slap-dash thoughts and haphazard concerns. Story of my life these days.

xoxo,
A

Sleep Deprivation and Aladdin

I am not ready to move on. From anything.

Not yet.

You know, I'm still really really stressed about work, and about tutoring and about how the hell I'm going to balance everything.

Tonight I realized that some of it must be faked. So I faked it tonight. I was so tired. I was so bored.

I had a great afternoon at the pool. It was relaxing and fun and absolutely, one-hundred percent enjoyable. Dinner (read: the last supper) was fantastic. I always love Dragonfly. I've never been and not really enjoyed myself. Tonight I had edamame, pork dumplings, chicken tempura, and tempura ice cream. Indulgent, yes. Delicious, yes. Fun, absolutely.

I think the movie afterwards just overdid it for me. I was too tired from such a long day and it lost a lot of the fun.

Plus, what the hell am I doing? I haven't prepared tutoring for tomorrow AT ALL. Plus, Thomas and I haven't planned for class this week. I'm just feeling moderately overwhelmed with stuff and I've been putting everything off by staying up till crazy hours (back to back nights: 7:15 a.m. and 5:30 a.m.) and now it's kicking my ass.

Signing off for now. Tonight will be an earlier night for me.

xoxo,
A