the lofted bed

Once upon a time a girl named J thought, "Hey, a lofted bed would be SUCH a great idea for my slightly small room!" So she went to Ikea with her mother and roommate and picked herself up a Tromso loft.

3 months later, J returns from a summer filled with China, Hawaii, Napa, and Reno to a trashed apartment in the middle of summer with the wrong key. When J finally gets into her apartment she steps into a wasteland of mold, wrappers, dirty dishes, garbage, and flies. J cries. And calls her mom. When she looks into her room, she sees that it is FILLED with boxes, none of them hers.

A few weeks later, the room is ready for the loft. J gets started building the loft bed all by herself. In case no one is aware of this, J has decided that she needs to start learning handy-man things so that A) She can really take care of herself in her future life alone, and B) So that she can work abroad as an Admin. Anyway. Several hours later, the loft is up. The mattress is up. And she sleeps.

5 months later she realizes that she never leveled the bed, hence the creaking, hence the constant feeling of being sideways. She levels the loft with some textbooks.

Now, it is May. J to move back to Nevada and realizes--crap! She has a lot of stuff! So at about 2am she posts an ad on Craigslist to sell the bed. The very next day she gets several responses. The day after that, she picks the most professional of the bunch. This was Thursday, and the guy would like to pick it up on Saturday.

J gets home at 11 and realizes that she won't have time to take it down on Friday or Saturday. So....she gets to work.

An hour later, the loft is down. Let's just say that the entire bed fell down on top of her at one moment in a very picturesque way.

J her room, stuck her mattress on the floor, and taped up the pieces of the loft. It is now Saturday and the lucky new owners are coming to pick it up.

J realizes that she never really needed the lofted bed in the first place. Shucks.

:)

I'm really bad at this.

So it is officially May.

I am a busy person...I like being a busy person...but this is just ridiculous!

This past semester, this has been my weekly schedule:
Monday: 9-5 intern at MSF; 5-9 Graduate classes; 9-10 Yoga
Tuesday: 9-4 MSF; 5-9:10 classes; run to some grocery store open after class
Wednesday: 9-1 MSF; 2-5 class (from hell); give blood when eligible; 6-7 yoga; 7-9 group meeting
Thursday: 9-11 class; 11-5 MSF; 5-630 class; either yoga or some mundane job for cash til 3am
Friday: 9-6 babysitting until the parents split. Then it turned into laundry day/run around doing tasks I didn't get to.
Saturday: cleaning/yoga/laundry/groceries
Sunday: yoga/finish school work/group meeting

As one can see, there is no time for life. Sigh.

But as one can also see, I do it to myself. If I were a normal college student, I would sleep until class, go to class, go home, party, etc. I don't believe that I am 21. I believe that I am about...oh...40. Hm....

I will write a more substantial post tomorrow.....<3

Big thoughts.

Life, or something like it, is kicking my a$$.

I got into the Ghana program.

But then found out that the scholarship deadlines have all passed and it will cost almost 10K more just to go.

I could potentially work my bum off the next year and get done early...

But the classes that I need may not be offered.

I didn't do my grad school app because I didn't think I'd finish early...

But NYU will make my (aka my parents) pay extra if I decide to stay the full 4 years!!!

Bah humbug. I hate this school.

I was also assigned a 16 page research paper, an 8 page research paper, a 5 page paper, and I have a Microeconomics midterm...all officially assigned last Thursday due THIS WEEK! Let's just say I didn't go out. At all. This weekend. Not that I do ever anyway but... :)