Right about now, I’m feeling especially pessamistic and that my life sucks. Oh, no worries, I have plenty of reasons to support this:
a) I have back problems, and those don’t pair well with sleeping on the top bunk. So I started camping out on my floor, which was ok because it felt better than sleeping on my crappy mattress, plus I got to store things where my bed used to be. Score!… until my older sister wanted to sleep on that bed. Mom agreed with her, and apparently it’s all settled. Great. Back to storing my crap all over the room again.
b) Today was my last day as nanny for the three wonderful Page boys, Calvin, Reese, and Jude. When I first took on the job my mom had suggested, I didn’t know that she had planned for it to last only two months. And here I thought I’d be able to get to watch these little guys once a week for, well, much longer than one day out of the week for seven weeks. Woo-hoo to the school year starting and having to give up every single extra-curricular.
c) I’ve not the slightest idea how it happened, but I’m eating crappily again. You probably don’t know that I’m what some friends dubbed a “healthfreak” and as such try to stay on a plant-based diet. Pretzels sneaked their way into my snack-time. Tooonnns of fruits (aka, 100% sugar – albiet natural sugar, but sugar nonetheless) rather than veggies (aka 100% phyto chemicals – extremelely beneficial to our bodies) traipsed into my mouth. Because of my back pains, I can’t run on a regular basis and I can’t quite tolerate jogging, either. I try and walk, but since it takes *much* longer to build up a sweat walking than does running, it gets quite boring. Whether listening to my iPod for forty-five minutes or reading a good book… they bore me. Fast. So from lack of proper exercise and over-consumtion of very unhealthful foods, I’m feeling pretty low.
d) If I don’t kick myself into focusing on catching up on science and math (both of which are my worst subjects, and of course I’m behind an entire year on them), I’ll be a senior next year, instead of a graduate like the rest of my friends. I know I’ll hate it if I don’t graduate on time, but I just can’t seem to find the motivation I need in order to do so.
e) Did I mention I hate it when I feel like I have a best friend who doesn’t think of me as their best friend?
Those are just a few examples. A rule I made up recently for myself is that: For every low, think of a high. I’m too funked out to do that now, though. Gah.