Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Gym Logic

Do want to know how far my brain and body will go to talk me out of going to the gym? Watch:

"If I go to the work out, then I'll get thirsty. If I get thirsty then I'll drink more water than I usually do, and that would be a terrible thing to do because California is in the middle of one of the worst droughts in history. I guess I shouldn't go."

Yes, this was an actual thought I had today. I actually tried to convince myself that me not working out was a sacrifice I was making for the entire state of California.

Now that I've written this down, I am properly ashamed and I am off to the gym. I'll try to take it easy on the water, though.

Monday, July 14, 2014

So as of right now I'm super duper incredibly broke.
I opened up my piggy bank today thinking I was sitting on a gold mine and that my rainy day fund would pull through for me.
Do you know how much was in there?
For real.
It took me longer to count the stupid pennies than it will take me to consume whatever measly amount of food that'll buy me.

Seriously, if you have employed parents who support you, a job that doesn't stop running during the summer, and relatively stable luck with the financial aid office at your school, then I want you to sit there and count your blessings for a few seconds...............Did you do it? Good.

My rent is is 10 days late, for crying out loud.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Summer school means a few things for me that I had totally forgotten about while I was busy being happy about being back in Berkeley:

I don't work during the summer -> I miss out on all of the human interaction I get during the regular school year -> I go slightly insane after about a three days.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy solitude. Like, A LOT. It's just that after a week of not having a direct conversation with anyone other than the cashier at Walgreens when I go buy my daily soda, I start going a teensy bit mad. I've already started the talking to myself phase and I'm smack dab in the middle of the recalling embarrassing moments from the past and obsessing over them phase. Next up is the sleep all day phase, and then finally the lash out at anyone who's unlucky enough to talk to me phase. 

Now I know what you're thinking:

"Go out and make some friends, Stephanie!"

NO. I wouldn't know how to do that even if I wanted to. I'll take my chances with slowly slipping into the abyss, thank you very much. 

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Did you know that the odds of the particular sperm and egg that created you coming together is only 1 in 80 billion?

That's gotta mean something, right?

Can somebody please buy me both Fitz and the Tantrums albums, please?

Monday, July 7, 2014

Hello again, blogspot.

I started summer school today, and while most moan in agony at the thought of class, I personally can't even begin to describe the relief the washes over me when I go to school. I constantly need to be busy, growing, evaluated, and maybe even on the cusp of failure to feel like I'm actually doing something. It's the only way I can tangibly see that I'm working on improving myself, as pathetic as that may be. Besides, you know, if nothing ventured nothing earned and all that.

On that note, some pleasant tunes for you:

Sunday, April 6, 2014

But I never get to go to Cal Day because it's always on my birthday.

Oh my goodness, I love my school. I'm so grateful to be here, and I always forget to remind myself of that.