randomness

I'm working 50 hours per week among my various part time jobs and I think it may kill me. I've only worked two days so far, but this getting-up-early-to-be-to-work thing is rough. I don't think the real world is my cup of tea. I'll just stay in school forever. The other thing that sucks about this summer is that I'm not getting paid much for any of these jobs. One job I like because it makes me feel good about the world and proud of my work. I can make my corner of the world a tiny bit brighter and that makes me smile. The other job I can just sit on my butt, work on my med school applications, and surf the net. I really shouldn't give up that job. Who gets paid to do their med/grad school applications. Lets be real. So even though I'm not being paid squat, I see no reason to quit either of my jobs unless they start to drive me crazy.

On Monday, Blondie made me go on a 4.8 mile walk. We are not new to these walks, however, we hadn't taken one in over a week because of final papers and such. Around mile 1.5 my shins were in such agony that I actually started crying. It was probably out of frustration more than pain, but jeez, they hurt. We went again yesterday and although the shins still hurt, they hurt 100 times less. We are going again tomorrow and I'm hoping that they'll hurt even less then.

I have made an insane exercise plan for this summer. Between work, exercise, sleep, and driving to see Taz once a week, I may have 4 free hours a week (slight exaggeration). Blondie and my 4.8 mile walk takes us just under an hour and a half and we have vowed to do it 6 times per week, taking Wednesdays off. Why Wednesdays? Because we are taking a 2 hr yoga class on Wednesday evenings. Add that yoga class and my 6 walks to the additional yoga/ballet class on Monday nights, and you have a certifiedly insane workout program.

Blondie and I are like an old married couple. At least we bicker like one. It's mildly amusing. Oh, and I'm pissed at Taz. He promised me we could go out on his birthday and I've been planning it for months but then he conveniently (or negligently) forgot that he had a symphony concert that weekend. Not a gig, which might just be a couple hr rehearsal and then a short concert, but a symphony concert with a week's worth of rehearsals and then a concert. How do you forget about a week's worth of obligations until the beginning of that week? He is too spastic and not responsible enough with his commitments for my liking. And now his birthday celebration is ruined. We can only do about 1/3 of the things I had planned and I don't even get to see him until 11:30pm.

Okay, I'll quit my whining. The library has proved more than fabulous. I rented season 1 of CSI Miami and an opera on DVD. I also checked out a couple trashy novels but haven't had time to open them yet. I'll quit rambling now and do some compulsive list making or just sit and read.