t's been a little while since I've written anything here, so I decided that I'm about due.My dad told me yesterday that I need to start figuring out a new design for my room. What the heck does that mean, you might ask? I had no clue what he was talking about either. So I asked him, using those exact words, might I add. He said that my sister and I need to set up our room in a more practical manner, because we have zero storage space, as well as zero living space in here. It's as if we don't have a room at all. More like a closet. But a closet would mean that we have storage space... so we really don't even have that. I'm stuck between a few different options: a trundle bed, so that on the weeks my sister isn't here, I can simply shove her bed under mine, and pretend that I have my own room! Or I could go with one of those loft beds so that I could put our desk underneath it, or my keyboard... something along those lines. Lastly, there is the option of bringing back the bunk beds. This is the idea that I'm least fond of, for obvious reasons. I'd rather not have my sister sleeping directly above me, nor would I like to bump my head every morning when I wake up. So basically I am stuck between the trundle bed or the loft bed... I think I'm leaning toward the trundle bed more. Climbing up to bed every night--or jumping down every morning--just doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun to me. Being able to set up my keyboard is playing a big part in my decision making process. With this music class I'm taking this semester, I need to practice more, and I can't do that very easily when I have to set up/tear down my keyboard every day.
I've had the urge to work out more lately. As well as eat better. Sometimes. Sometim
es greasy nachos sound fantastic. Other times an apple or a yogurt sound better. I'd like to say I could survive on the healthy stuff alone, but I'd be lying. I can't live without my macaroni and cheese. It's my favorite. So the working out helps with that. But I don't have my gym pass anymore, because I felt that it was a waste of money. I still agree with myself on that, but there are times that I miss it, especially now that I have a good friend who goes several times a week. Thank goodness for my coworkers, who are equally as motivated as I am about working out now. We attempted to do tae-bo this week in Candice's living room. If we had had a video camera set up in front of us, it would've made for one heck of a comedy. Just saying.
es greasy nachos sound fantastic. Other times an apple or a yogurt sound better. I'd like to say I could survive on the healthy stuff alone, but I'd be lying. I can't live without my macaroni and cheese. It's my favorite. So the working out helps with that. But I don't have my gym pass anymore, because I felt that it was a waste of money. I still agree with myself on that, but there are times that I miss it, especially now that I have a good friend who goes several times a week. Thank goodness for my coworkers, who are equally as motivated as I am about working out now. We attempted to do tae-bo this week in Candice's living room. If we had had a video camera set up in front of us, it would've made for one heck of a comedy. Just saying.School is going... alright to say the least. My music class is great! I'm going to spend this semester in that class working on lots of things I'd like to learn/improve on, such as ear training, new songs, and I might even try writing some of my own stuff... we'll see how that goes. Government class on the other hand, is hell, to say the least. It's like high school all over again, only worse. My teacher is a fun-sucking psycho to say the least. He is beyond strict. For example, he doesn't let his students go to the bathroom during class, have a phone out at any point, talk amongst each other, or choose where to sit. If his rules ar
e broken, he expells you from his class for X amount of weeks. Oh, and if you are absent more than three times to his class throughout the semester, you will be dropped from the class. Sounds fun, right? I love it. .> I'm also taking art. Beginning drawing, to be precise. It's okay so far. It's really long. Three hours at a time, totaling to six hours a week, sitting on those oh-so uncomfortable wooden horses. Not my idea of a good tuesday or thursday night, but I'll endure it for my education's sake I suppose. Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it... is getting that job really worth getting this degree? Is that degree really worth being forced to sit through Mr. Peters' painfully biased monologue, or killing my back sitting on those wretched art benches? Is it? If only we could know the future...And on that note, it is 3:52am, aka time for me to get off the computer and go to bed, seeing as I have work in less than 12 hours. Goodnight my blog readers!
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