Sleep

(yeah, I know I haven't posted in ages. So shoot me.)

I am of the opinion that you sleep better if you know you don't have to get up. I've been having great, wonderful, long sleeps since school let out. I wake up in my own time, kind of drift into consciousness rather than being rudely shoved into wakefulness by the incessant screaming of an alarm clock. It's quite peaceful and I enjoy it, because I know that it doesn't matter when I get up anyway.

But then this morning, I had to get up at 9 because I had to babysit at 10. I woke up at 7, tossed and turned for a while, went back to sleep, woke up at 7:45, kind of drifted off until 8:15, and then stayed there in a semiconscious, not awake, not asleep state until quarter to 9, at which point I decided it was pointless and I might as well just get up.

So I had a crummy sleep for the last couple hours, because I knew my sleep would be ending soon. Turned out that my babysitting job got cancelled anyway, but the point is that you sleep better when you're guaranteed sleep. When you're under pressure to sleep; when you know that you won't be able to sleep past a certain time, you end up not sleeping at all.

That's got to be one of the more pointless posts I've ever made. Humph.

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"that's... not my name."

I hate group work

No, that's not strong enough. I loathe it, I detest it, I despise it, I... I'm about to collapse. I don't even get it. This has happened before, where I'm in a group that doesn't pull their weight and I do most of the work. I don't mind - I even set myself up for it. I offer to do most of the work because I know I'll do it right. I don't mean to sound arrogant, but the truth is that I know the grammar rules, I have a wide vocabulary (at least when I'm writing,) and generally, I trust myself to do a good job. But now, the project is due tomorrow, one girl hasn't sent me a thing, and I don't even know. I think this is more the straw that broke the camel's back. It's all weighing down, it's crunch time, and only the strong ones can handle it. It just remains to be seen whether or not I can.

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"That's it - we're giving you to the paper."

Every end brings a beginning...

... Canadian Idol starts tonight! I'm excited; I usually like it better than American. (plus there's always the added possibility that the winner will be from here! Haha.)

So yeah, can't wait to watch.

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Cross-multiplying is basically the best thing ever.

The week the world ends

Maybe a little dramatic, but it really does feel like everything's ending this week. We had the last Sunday School today in which the youth ran a penny carnival for all the young 'uns... that was definitely really fun. Sunday School ending doesn't have much of an effect on me, being that we quizzers don't really go to Sunday School, but it was still a very large measure of finality.

My last Tuesday night youth until next year is on Tuesday (well, no duh erin... no, the last Tuesday night youth is on Wednesday...) but yeah, anyway, Bible study is ending which is... well, disappointing, to say the least. It's done so much for me, every Tuesday I leave feeling so empowered and then I start to screw up and trip and stumble, and I hit bottom late on Monday or Tuesday morning, just in time to be built up again that night. I have no idea what I'll do without that, but I guess I'll manage. Somehow.

But even before that, Tuesday afternoon is my last piano lesson. Ever. I'm quitting after my exam (in 10 days... oh gosh...) but yeah. I did some calculations last night, and I've taken piano for 9 years now. That means 9 Christmas recitals, 9 pizza parties (although I didn't make it to all of them,) 18 formal recitals, and countless spring recitals, Halloween recitals, and exam recitals.

More than that, it means that at 36 lessons a year, I've had 324 lessons, spent 324 weeks practicing my butt off (well, most of those weeks I actually worked hard... hehe) to impress the teacher. My first 3 years of lessons I had 30 minute classes; the next 4 years were 45 minutes, and the past 2 years have been 60 minute lessons, so that makes a grand total over the years of 14 040 minutes spent in piano lessons. That converts to 234 hours, or 9.75 days, spent IN the lesson. This is not taking into account time spent practicing or at recitals.
That's a giant chunk of time. I mean, think about it. I can't believe it, I can't believe I'm just stopping now... but I am, and I mean, I'll still play for fun and stuff, but yeah, it just seems so huge all spelled out like that.

So yeah, that's piano, and then the last Friday night youth is on Saturday... (oh! gotcha there, didn't I! no, it's on Friday, of course.) I know it will definitely be a ton of fun, but still, after that... it's over, just like that, and I will go from seeing my wonderful youth friends 3 times a week to once a week, and that will stink, considering that they're the best friends I have (most of them are, anyways... no comment on the rest.)

And yeah. The world ends this week and I don't know what I'll do with myself after. I've heard twiddling thumbs is fun.

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"It says... non... perfumed..."


EDIT just for Amy: If this is the week the world ends, I suppose you could say... I'm "At World's End?"