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Somehow it seems that I am incredibly motivated to update blogzie when I am cleaning my room. This might be because I am avoiding finishing cleaning, namely, doing the suckiest part of cleaning, like sweeping and dusting and going through the Pile of Papers of Doom. The other reason it might be is that cleaning time is the only time I have downtime at home these days that is not devoted to sleeping.

I am adding another family this upcoming week for Thursdays, which I may have mentioned. This means I'll have a work babby every day of the work week, except sometimes Fridays because Bee's family goes out of town a lot for a long weekend, plus Stellina every other Saturday. I have enough free time that I take a lot of extra work without having to turn too many people down, but I think that it might start getting a little stressful. OH GOD, not 30 hours a week of mostly guaranteed employment! The horror.

Hopefully the new kids aren't cute so I don't get attached to them.

I went through a few old notebooks on my bookshelf today, intending to reorganize stuff, before realizing that it already mostly makes sense in its present order. A lot of school notes I never studied, sloppy meeting notes, and notes passed between me and one of my friends during guest speakers and presentations in class. but also some really emo stuff! A couple of letters, a couple of angsty treatises, and one poem-y sort of thing that was not entirely cringe-worthy. I put it all back on the shelf to marinate for the next few years.

In super exciting news, MY SISTER is coming to visit ME in a REALLY SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME FROM NOW.

Transition

Bad days suck.

Terrible days suck really badly.

Days where you start off with a splitting headache and come to work 2 hours late, get chastised not once or twice but three times for the fact that it's ridiculously hard and sometimes nearly impossible for you to do your job to your bosses' standards, and then you walk home at 8pm in the sheets of ice cold rain with no rain boots but just satin ballet flats from Old Navy and tears streaming down your face along with the rain and you get splashed by the cars zooming down the Rockville Pike which only makes you cry harder... those days suck really really badly.


On the other hand, those days make some little things seem really amazing.

Like when you get to the Rockville Metro station, you see that the up escalator is broken, but the Metro fixer dudes remembered to switch the down escalator to go up so you don't have to walk up all the stairs at normal speed.

Like when you press the elevator button in the Tenleytown Metro, you don't have to wait because the elevator is waiting there just behind the doors, ready to chime and open just for you.

Like when you get home and your kittens are warm and cuddly and very cute and so hungry and so happy to see you. purr meow chirp meow meow purrrrrrr

Like when you go over to your friends' apartment to see if they are up for hanging out and destressing, they are all sitting on the couch in your very own standard sitting position under a big blanket and watching the series finale of one of your very favorite TV shows. And then those friends help you start looking for a new job!!!

Also, like this.

The Option Period

This is a post of schedules. Boring Boring Boring.

First, my potential spring 2009 class schedule!

Mondays/Thursdays
11:20-12:35 -- US Foreign Relations Since 1914
12:45-2:00 -- Ballet
2:10-3:25 -- Latin America: History, Art, Literature
3:35-5:15 -- Chamber Singers (100% definite)

Tuesdays/Fridays
8:30-9:45 -- First Aid/CPR/Medical Emergencies (with the worst professor ever but I'm obsessed with First Aid)
9:55-11:10 -- Beginning Golf!!!

I register on November 6, which is only a week after registration opens, so that should all be open. And full of seniors with the same goal as I have - to slack off as much as possible because your major and general education requirements are done or nearly done!
I'd be taking more that one history class except there are NONE THAT ARE GOOD. also, back to the lazy point.

My bosses are going to hate it! I can only work 25 hours a week (that is, if I'm working my ass off) and they have previously mentioned that they are under the impression that I'll be in the office 32 hours a week. Which is ridiculous. There is no way that someone can fulfill all these requirements:
a) go to school full time (15 credits in 6 classes)
b) work 80% of full time
c) have an HOUR long commute each way, with no car
d) dance 2 nights a week
e) be captain of Mock Trial, likely compete in the region
f) prepare for a European tour with choir
g) eat, breathe, relax, play with kittens, clean apartment every once in a while, have friends?
h) survive

I don't know if all those were in the correct tense, but Requirement F brings me to my next point!!

Tour Schedule!
May 15, 16 -- Budapest, Concert in St. Elizabeth's Church
May 17 -- Debrecen, Concert at Debrecen Univ.
May 18, 19 -- Sibiu, Concert at Philharmonic Hall (Tricked you, that's not the Hall, it's just a pretty panorama of Sibiu)
May 20 -- Brasov, Concert in the Black Church
May 21, 22 -- Bucharest, Concert in the Choral Temple

I love Europe. After all, that's where the history comes from.

ALSO EASTERN EUROPE HUNGARY AND ROMANIA I'M OBSESSED

Galileo

Has the Large Hadron Collider destroyed the world yet?

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