That's going to be my new anthem. When my laptop is finally fixed, I will record a full-length parody to Rebecca Black's 'Friday'. I've already written the lyrics, seriously. It will be about Mondays and how much I despise them.
This is how Mondays work:
6 a.m. gotta wake up fresh---but I usually just say fuck it and fall back asleep.
6:30 a.m. oh shit I'm going to be late for my math class.... oh well, I'll try again next class.
I eventually get up, usually in a hurry, doing my hair and makeup half-ass. Out of the many things I have changed about myself since high school, not giving a fuck about how I look is pretty much the biggest. I used to be so obsessed with how my hair looked in high school, and now I barely run a straightener through it.
I'm glad about this though. I am much more laid back and calm about things now, while in high school I was one anal motherf-- well, yeah. I'm all 'peace and love and serenity, man.' now. I like this Jordyn much better. High school Jordyn was a complete mess.
After I scour my floor for some potential clean clothes, I get dressed and leave for my ever-so lovely 40 minute commute on the freeway (If you didn't get the sarcasm there, you need to get to know me better... or have better social skills). I'm usually always a few minutes late for school because I don't have a parking pass to park in the university parking lot ( they're $128.... how bloody ridiculous is that?!), so I have to find some parking on the street (which there never is any), and when I can't find any I have to park across the street (usually in the Rite Aid parking lot, but today a man went around putting little slips on cars saying, 'college students, please park on the side street blah blah blah'), then walk all the way across campus to get to my first class. Once again though, I do not really give a fuck. It's early, I'm tired, grumpy, and need sleep. I am not a morning person, and I never will be. It is a true hassle for me to get going in the mornings, even if I have had time to make coffee.
Today, I missed math class because I slept well over my 'time-to-leave-in-order-to-get-to-school-on-time' time, so I took my time today and actually made my self decent, because I knew in my theatre class that I would most likely present my scene, so why not at least look like I tried, right? When I get to my theatre class (my second class of the day), my partner shows up late (big surprise -_-), and when we are actually completely ready to put on the scene, it's too late and it was time for class to be over. THE EFFORT WAS WORTH NOTHING.
I moseyed on to my sociology class, which is my last class of the day, and the one I look forward to the most. By this time it's 11 a.m. and I have actually sprung to life. Don't get me wrong, I like my theatre class. The professor is amazing and funny, but it's an 'acting for non-majors' class which is required as a theatre major(stupid, I know), meaning that most of the students in the class are different majors who have taken this class just to fill in G.E. requirements, and they are completely unmotivated. The girl that is my scene partner hardly ever shows up for class. I make the best out of it though. There's this really, adorably, cute guy in my class as well. He wears glasses and his iPhone cover is made to look like an old cassette tape. Today he was wearing a "SAVE FERRIS" shirt, and many, many, many times in the past I have said more men need to be like Ferris Bueller. I'm trying not to let my tiny crush on him get to strong because he probably would never even look twice at me, but wow, he's adorable.
Any way, sociology passed quickly, like it usually does because we're always active and discussing things, then I had to venture another 40 minute commute back home, then about another 15 to work.
Work felt especially long today, and I just wanted to get out and go home. I have to keep reminding myself of the awesome paycheck I will get and that it's all worth it in the end. Honestly though, if I am still stuck in a boring office job when I'm older, filing and filling out paper work, just shoot me. It is not how I want to spend the rest of my life. I would be financially okay though.....but not happy.
5 p.m. finally comes and it's off home to eat something. It's probably a bad thing that I don't eat anything all day and then I get off work and stuff my face because I am so incredibly hungry. Eh... oh well, I'm in a downward spiral anyway.
I almost almost cleaned my room today, but I made excuses about my back killing me or whatever, which was true. I do a lot of lifting and bending and crouching at work, plus walking all around campus for school, and it kills my back. Whatever, I was too tired to clean my wretched room, sue me.
Instead I ate an awesome veggie sandwich that I made and laid on the couch to watch t.v.
Now, it is almost midnight, so I must post this, print out my research pictures for tomorrow's makeup class, then have the most epic sleep. I need sleep right now.
All right, Good night, DFTBA, and Happy BEDA-ing.
oh, and P.S., last night I stayed up until 2 a.m. and had beat the Elite Four AND the Pokemon Champion on Pokemon Pearl. I was so ecstatic because it was taking me forever. Just as it was saving my game and they were crowning me new Pokemon Champ, the game froze and I had to turn it off.
I was livid. LIVID. I can't even look at my DS right now without wanting to cry. It may take some time, but I just want to beat it so I can buy Pokemon Black!...or White.. I'm not sure which one I want yet.
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