I am a giant procrastinator. This isn't a good thing. It's a terrible thing. I will admit when I set out this semester with a 22-hour courseload that I promised myself not to push things off. I was going to do my homework every night and never go out on the weekends. Wow did that ever not work. Turns out I love people and can't help but socialize. The thought of being cooped up in my house for like even an hour makes me stircrazy. Another negative? I NEVER studied in high school. I didn't have to! And now I get to college and probably need to, but don't. Old habits die hard.
So what did I procrastinate this weekend? EVERYTHING! I had all these goals to clean the house and to study for these tests and to write these papers, but did I do ANY of them? Let's put it this way: I spent my Monday morning scrambling to do research and to write a 10-page paper. That has been the only thing I've accomplished. I'm looking forward to an all-nighter filled with Accounting Exam stuff and I'm on here. Am I not a terrible person?! The answer to that would be an undeniable yes.
As weekends would go, this wasn't a terrible one. I spent Thursday night with my kid sister (she's actually 17, but meh. She's still my baby sister.) because she just had ACL surgery. When I went to visit her and to drop off a barbie (long story involving our other sister and another surgery and a Pocahontas doll set), she was lethargic, but went all wide-eyed after a few minutes of my being there. She couldn't go back to sleep, so I promised a swift return when I ran over to my friend's house (one of my BFs lives just a section over from my parents. To us farmkids, that's like around the block!) to show off my new hair. I got back around 10 and we popped in Narnia. It was really fun to analyze the movie and do our 'Ooos and Ahhhs.' Dad joined us around 11 p.m. and freaked out come time to put Kels to bed. I explained to him I had a 'little' bit of experience with dealing with injured people, but it didn't help.
Friday was busy because I was at work. It was a depressing day, so it felt weird to have to put a smile on my face. To make matters worse, we were underscheduled and experienced our biggest shopping day of the year! Two of us racked in about $1500 in sales each. It was nuts. I was plenty exhausted by the time I trudged home and went to watch a movie with my friends. It turns out Brokeback Mountain is plenty on the longness and not so much on the storyline.
Saturday was the expected busyday, so we had four on at work. All positive people and it was definitely a good time. Ally (one of my BFs and favorite people) and I worked together and spent most of the time trying to figure out what smelled like urine. After work, Lou and I headed over to visit some people we graduated with from high school. Before I had gone to work that day, I had to go over to the 'rents and do Kelsey's FAFSA. Let me tell you, Accounting is great fun. After the FAFSA was done, we had to change the bandages on her knee and take out a catheter that was pumping local anesthetic into her leg. Since I'm medically qualified to do this stuff, I got voted in. From my perspective, it was pretty ordinary stuff. My Dad wasn't allowed to watch because we thought he'd faint, Ashton ran away, and Kelsey, even though it was her knee, was forced to watch the television because she was getting nervous. Good ol' Justin held the trash bag for me and asked me what I was doing. To my Dad's credit, he did jump in at the end and help hold Kelsey's leg for me. I finally deduced that his freaking out was because he didn't want to see his child hurt. It was very cute when he had to help and Kelsey told him to go slow because it would hurt. He freaked out and said over 'n over that he didn't mean to. Made me remember why I'm grateful for him to be my Dad.
Sunday meant lunch with the family, which was nice and relaxing. My brother did an oops by asking me if I wanted to be a minister in front of the fam, but I quickly shushed him. I'm hoping that my Grandmother didn't hear. That would be a LONG conversation. After lunch, my cousin and I HAD to carry on our tradition of going to a movie everytime we get together, but we elected to rent one because of Kelsey's immobility. We watched 'Just Friends,' which was a jolly good time. Another bandage change, though this time my Mom was present so I could teach her what to do. To Kelsey's credit, she's holding up well, but I think she tries to be too strong for her own good. She broke down near the end of it, mostly because I think reality was hitting her, which made me sad.
Today, I spent the entire morning pouring over books and writing the aforementioned paper. I'm now looking at having to study for my accounting exam and JUST did a card report on Othello in ten minutes for my Intro to Lit class. Oi to my nasty studying habits.
This is what's been on my mind lately: my little sister Ashton. Friday she went out with some bad friends who exert terrible influence on her and wound up having to run from the cops. I feel terrible because I can't scold her. I'm part of the reason why she wants to drink. It's in my history, in my blood. One of my greatest failings as a human is probably that I have alcoholic tendancies. Granted, I'm not a full-blown alcoholic, but that's mostly because I don't have constant access to it. Who knows what it will be like when I'm 21. I'm working on quitting, but I never imagined it could be so hard. So very hard. I HATE alcohol, but drink it anyway. It's so bizarre and rarely makes any sense to me. Yet, no matter how much I hate it, I have this hard time imagining myself quitting. My friend suggested some AA classes and I think I may take her up on them. It's weird to think of me, the girl who wants to be a minister and the 19-year-old, needing to attend AA meetings.
Now that I'm saying this whole minister thing out loud to certain people, they are demanding I stand up to the role. Almost asking me to work in that capacity! It's strange, but I'm not turned off by it. It just makes me realize there's some things in my life that REALLY needs to change. That journey on top of everything else is going to make one heck of a summer. Wow. Anyone have a life preserver?
So what did I procrastinate this weekend? EVERYTHING! I had all these goals to clean the house and to study for these tests and to write these papers, but did I do ANY of them? Let's put it this way: I spent my Monday morning scrambling to do research and to write a 10-page paper. That has been the only thing I've accomplished. I'm looking forward to an all-nighter filled with Accounting Exam stuff and I'm on here. Am I not a terrible person?! The answer to that would be an undeniable yes.
As weekends would go, this wasn't a terrible one. I spent Thursday night with my kid sister (she's actually 17, but meh. She's still my baby sister.) because she just had ACL surgery. When I went to visit her and to drop off a barbie (long story involving our other sister and another surgery and a Pocahontas doll set), she was lethargic, but went all wide-eyed after a few minutes of my being there. She couldn't go back to sleep, so I promised a swift return when I ran over to my friend's house (one of my BFs lives just a section over from my parents. To us farmkids, that's like around the block!) to show off my new hair. I got back around 10 and we popped in Narnia. It was really fun to analyze the movie and do our 'Ooos and Ahhhs.' Dad joined us around 11 p.m. and freaked out come time to put Kels to bed. I explained to him I had a 'little' bit of experience with dealing with injured people, but it didn't help.
Friday was busy because I was at work. It was a depressing day, so it felt weird to have to put a smile on my face. To make matters worse, we were underscheduled and experienced our biggest shopping day of the year! Two of us racked in about $1500 in sales each. It was nuts. I was plenty exhausted by the time I trudged home and went to watch a movie with my friends. It turns out Brokeback Mountain is plenty on the longness and not so much on the storyline.
Saturday was the expected busyday, so we had four on at work. All positive people and it was definitely a good time. Ally (one of my BFs and favorite people) and I worked together and spent most of the time trying to figure out what smelled like urine. After work, Lou and I headed over to visit some people we graduated with from high school. Before I had gone to work that day, I had to go over to the 'rents and do Kelsey's FAFSA. Let me tell you, Accounting is great fun. After the FAFSA was done, we had to change the bandages on her knee and take out a catheter that was pumping local anesthetic into her leg. Since I'm medically qualified to do this stuff, I got voted in. From my perspective, it was pretty ordinary stuff. My Dad wasn't allowed to watch because we thought he'd faint, Ashton ran away, and Kelsey, even though it was her knee, was forced to watch the television because she was getting nervous. Good ol' Justin held the trash bag for me and asked me what I was doing. To my Dad's credit, he did jump in at the end and help hold Kelsey's leg for me. I finally deduced that his freaking out was because he didn't want to see his child hurt. It was very cute when he had to help and Kelsey told him to go slow because it would hurt. He freaked out and said over 'n over that he didn't mean to. Made me remember why I'm grateful for him to be my Dad.
Sunday meant lunch with the family, which was nice and relaxing. My brother did an oops by asking me if I wanted to be a minister in front of the fam, but I quickly shushed him. I'm hoping that my Grandmother didn't hear. That would be a LONG conversation. After lunch, my cousin and I HAD to carry on our tradition of going to a movie everytime we get together, but we elected to rent one because of Kelsey's immobility. We watched 'Just Friends,' which was a jolly good time. Another bandage change, though this time my Mom was present so I could teach her what to do. To Kelsey's credit, she's holding up well, but I think she tries to be too strong for her own good. She broke down near the end of it, mostly because I think reality was hitting her, which made me sad.
Today, I spent the entire morning pouring over books and writing the aforementioned paper. I'm now looking at having to study for my accounting exam and JUST did a card report on Othello in ten minutes for my Intro to Lit class. Oi to my nasty studying habits.
This is what's been on my mind lately: my little sister Ashton. Friday she went out with some bad friends who exert terrible influence on her and wound up having to run from the cops. I feel terrible because I can't scold her. I'm part of the reason why she wants to drink. It's in my history, in my blood. One of my greatest failings as a human is probably that I have alcoholic tendancies. Granted, I'm not a full-blown alcoholic, but that's mostly because I don't have constant access to it. Who knows what it will be like when I'm 21. I'm working on quitting, but I never imagined it could be so hard. So very hard. I HATE alcohol, but drink it anyway. It's so bizarre and rarely makes any sense to me. Yet, no matter how much I hate it, I have this hard time imagining myself quitting. My friend suggested some AA classes and I think I may take her up on them. It's weird to think of me, the girl who wants to be a minister and the 19-year-old, needing to attend AA meetings.
Now that I'm saying this whole minister thing out loud to certain people, they are demanding I stand up to the role. Almost asking me to work in that capacity! It's strange, but I'm not turned off by it. It just makes me realize there's some things in my life that REALLY needs to change. That journey on top of everything else is going to make one heck of a summer. Wow. Anyone have a life preserver?
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