I think I figured out what I like about school.
There's an end.

When you go to work its like forever.
I will be working for a full month before any holiday shows up.
Which is why I was really looking forward to a furlough today, but No, we have to wait until the 6th for the special day.
But whoop-de-doo, we already get a Holiday on the 11th. Grrr.

Plus, working makes me tired.
I don't have time to watch my shows.
And it just drains me.

So either I'm old,
or work is more draining than studying.
Plus at least when it came to school, you could procrastinate and have breaks.
Class only lasted till lunch.
And yeah.

I love school.
And I'll be back to it shortly.

On the 8th day of work.

On the eighth day of work I went in and came home. I would have called in sick, but I didn't know the protocol to do so. Lameness I KNOW! WTF. There are a number of possible contributing factors to my sickness:
1. I was going on my 9th day of no poopage.
2. Air conditioned office = circulated air and allergens that my body is not accustomed to.
3. Being cold then hot then cold.
4. The adjustment of waking up, going to sleep and doing something every day.
5. Being exposed to new people every day.
Either way, today was a sick day without pay since I have not worked enough to collect a paid sick day. Totally worth it though. I have fevers, sinus pressure in the head, behind the eyes and ears. When I sneeze sometimes, my ears hurt for some time. I was having chest pain and body aches. All amounting to what could possibly be the flu, but that has to not happen since I still do not have health insurance. So I stayed home to rest, and tomorrow I will go back into the office with Sudafed and a new lease on life and work.

P.S. Little Girl is fascinated with the cursor on the screen and its adorable.

It was inevitable.

I start my real life, working adult job on Thursday and every time I allow myself to feel the entirety of this reality, my breathing becomes deep, my heart beat quickens and for a brief moment -I stop breathing altogether. So for now, I'll take it one step at a time. I'll fill out the forms. I'll call and ask where I report and what time. I'll pick out the perfect outfit, and most of all -wear great shoes. I think my first purchase with my first paycheck will be a leather bag full of pockets, like the ones professors carry around. It'll make me feel official, and I've always wanted one -just never had a reason to get one. To add to my justification, there will be days I'll be walking in the rain, so I'd preferably like my belongings dry :)

In other news, life has been moving at a pace I can enjoy. Which makes me feel like I've been living each day very well. If it were going too fast then I was having too many things going on in my life, and if it were going too slow then I wasn't doing enough. My porridge is juuuuuust right. Last week, Teri took me ziplining in Waikapu and it was very nice, early -but nice. It was a definite great change in pace from our usual routine. Other than that, we've been hanging out with friends and making sure we don't get too caught up with just hanging with each other (which I astonishingly found, I am capable of).

Well thinking about what I've been doing is only intensifying my headache so peace out homies.

Why I think my grandpa is awesome.

He slipped today and his reaction is:
Its a part of growing up.

And my grandma replies with:
Its a part of growing old.

And my reaction was:
Optimism at its best :)

Oh Shit Life.

I got the Job.
And I said Yes.
And now, I have a Job.

OH SHIT LIFE!

If my room is a reflection of my life.

Then I'm a mess.
Emotions piled in random corners of my soul.
Or something.

Because that is the only message I get from this once so beautiful room of mines.
I've managed to allow time to piss on it.
Its quite fascinating actually.

I should make a point to be home more often.
So I can take care of this mess.
But right now, I'm too tired.

I must get dressed.
Take a nap.
And wait for Teri to call so I can pick him up.

Little does he know, I'm going to ask him to drive today :)
Lets see if that works.

Lets hope it stays at a sore throat.

Jalene is not allowed to develop a cough.
Jalene is not allowed to develop a cough.
Jalene is not allowed to develop a cough.

I have a sore throat.
My mom said thats how it starts.
Jalene is not allowed to develop a cough, because Jalene's coughs go directly to her chest.
Bronchitis here Jalene comes.
And since I have no health insurance, pneumonia surely to follow.
Lets hope that my immune system can withstand these feelings of fatigue and body aches and make me magically better tomorrow morning.

Maybe I should go to sleep now.