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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

I'm feeling inspired...

The worst thing you can ever do for yourself is get a 9-5 job and then go on two weeks vacation.

Its been quite a ride since I first started "blogging":

When I first ventured into this realm of cyber ponders and techno babble, I had just entered university, a bright-eyed eager first year student. I spent my days eating carbs and drinking coffee, complaining about professors and bad weather, and judging everyone and everything.

Now I am a grownup:
-I wake up at 6:30am every day to get to work for 8:30am.
-I brew my own coffee in my super cool coffee maker with timer.
-I pay bills and buy things like swiffer refills and kitchen sponges.
-I have not eaten a poutine in almost a year.
-I wake up sometimes in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, thinking of all the things at work I forgot to do.

I have to say that I have adapted quite well to this adult lifestyle. For someone who used to throw blind fits when woken up before noon, I function surprisingly well before the sun rises. Fattening "college" food has become a thing of the past, and I have traded them in for calorie reduced salad dressings and lean meats. And though I spend a lot of time avoiding any real responsibility at work, I have somehow managed to convince people of my work status credibility.

But-
All this progress was thrown out the window last week.
And how, you ask?

I went on two weeks vacation.

I felt my first taste of freedom a little over a week ago and spent the next five days on a euphoric high, running on pure adrenaline. It became night after night of bar hopping and french frie eating. I was suddenly invincible and my life became a place where I could down vodka and red bulls until 4am, where I could meet boys and regret them the next day, where I could tell my roomate what a douchebag hagface she was and wonder why she wasn't talking to me the next day, and where I could play video games until sunrise without feeling any shame.

Now this is all good except-
When you are used to waking up at 6:30am every morning, your body becomes incapable of sleeping in past certain hours. Five days in a row I would crash at around 5-5:30am and wake up no later than 8:30am. But thank god for second winds right? and third winds and fourth winds and fifth...

Needless to say, I crashed around day six and am still recovering three days later.

I never want to go back to work again.
I am becoming a full-time vacationer.

and Oh ya...
Merry Christmas and stuff.
I still don't understand why people buy so many fricken presents.
Don't they all just become obsolete and meaningless after you open the tenth present or so?

1 Comments:

Blogger Sunnee said...

Blas! Wow... your life has changed (except for the two week thingy). You're like all mature and stuff. Does this mean we can't play Barbies anymore?

2:13 PM

 

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