I apologize in advance for how scatterbrained this post is.
Ever feel like you just do way too much? I hear people say all the time that they are just so overwhelmed, that there just isn’t enough time in the day to accomplish all they want. The past 3 weeks or so have been incredible stressful, jam packed with 100,000 things accomplished and just as many forgotten. It all started when a couple of friends kept asking me what I was going to do for Gay Days this weekend (I’ve never actually been involved in any of the festivities before, so I don’t know why they asked this year). When I responded I had too much to do, they got a little pissy. If any of you are in town for the event you better say hi. If you want to know what goes on at gay days, click here for a video on The Banana Blog.
It really got me thinking about what my day to day schedule looks like. Since summer school began, this is what my schedule looks like:
I wake up anywhere from 6:30 am to 7am, even on days where I’ve been out till 2 or 3 the night before. My body’s alarm clock is worse than a fucking drill sergeant, except that I don’t have sex fantasies about it. I jump right out of bed knowing that, even if I tried desperately I’m not going to go back to sleep. I lay out my gym clothes the night before and keep them by my bed so I can grab them and run out of the bedroom without having to go into the closet and wake up Albert. I drink 20 ounces of water right off, and run downstairs and head to the gym. If I’m doing cardio, I’m there for 45 to 50 minutes (that’s only 2 days a week). If I’m weight training (4 or 5 days a week depending) I’m there for at least an hour and a half. Sundays are my only break from the gym, but even then I wake up and run between 4 and 6 miles around downtown Orlando, then hit up the farmer’s market for fruits and veggies. Now, I know you are probably thinking, “Andy… you could save yourself a couple hours by skipping this who gym shit and either sleep, relax, or spread your time throughout the day.” True, I could. But going to the gym provides me with amazing alone time, where I can just be alone with my thoughts and music. Its also usually the only part of my day when my mind is 100% focused on one thing. The rest of the day, I’m doing one thing while thinking about another. Not to mention the incredible high I get when I walk out and can barely feel my arms. On Sundays, when I’m done with my jog, I think back to the days when I couldn’t even run 1/4 of a mile. The sense of accomplishment is second to none; also knowing I can escape the zombie apocalypse is calming.
After getting back home, I shower, have a protein shake and look at my daily to do list. Its sad that I have to keep one, but if I don’t write it down, I don’t do it. I prioritize, group together like tasks… and head out for school. I plug in my ipod and enjoy my 20 minute ride across town and listen to 2 hours of Economics and anywhere from 1 to 3 hours of Child and Adolescent Development. Usually I stay out at school for a bit and study. Both of the classes are accelerated classes, only 6 weeks instead of the usual 18. Try covering 18 chapters of microeconomic theory in 6 weeks. You’ll want to drive hot pokers through your eyes. I try to get all my reading done while I’m at school, which is sometimes as much as an hour a day, just in economics. The chapters for my other class run between 60 and 80 pages a piece, but we are only covering 9 of those. Still, Piaget and Vygotsky can blow me. Fuck them both. But since I have to pay 180 dollars to take a mandatory state test this summer in which I have to know both theorists backwards, forwards and intimately, I need to be on top of my shit. This reminds me, I have a 12 page paper to write for Monday.
Ok, somewhere in those 6 hours of so, I’ve eaten at least 3 times as I have to eat a ridiculous amount of food to try and gain a little muscle. I’m the only person I know who can have a gigantic plate of food and still be ravenous. On my way home, I run any errands that need to be done while I’m out. UPS, bank, drop something off, pick something up, grocery store… etc. Ok, I’m now back at home, trolling the internet for things to post. Can I find enough videos or this Saturday’s porn star post? Any interviews or biographical info? After finding complete shit, I start making flash cards for upcoming tests in both classes. I eat again, answer text messages from friends wondering if I’ve died or run off to some foreign country. I answer emails from clients asking if I have copies of their weddings photos, because they didn’t back them up and they lost them. Another email asks me if I can go back through the 2000 photographs I took and send them copies of ones where people have funny looks on their faces. Silly me, and here I thought the point of wedding photos was to have nice looking photographs. Maybe next time I won’t spend 50 hours editing 500 good ones and just include ones where people look like assholes.
A self portrait?
For those of you who don’t know, I recently quit my job and started a new one. I really hated my old desk job, and was driving 25 miles on a crowded, backed up interstate to get there. After having two weeks off I started a new job at a coffee shop (I’m not going to say which MAJOR coffee chain it is, but I will tell you that you most likely live around at least 3 of them). This new job is a mile from my apartment. Soon, I’ll be biking it to work, as soon as I have time to research and buy one. I shower, as its time to get ready for work. Naked, I stand in front of the bedroom window, hoping that nobody is walking their dog in the little park behind my building. I say park, but it’s really a stretch of grass where dogs use the potty. I throw on some undies and socks and grab the rest of my clothes out of the dryer, because I haven’t had time to fold them. Al gets on to me about it, but he can’t say anything, because he does the same exact thing. I leave for work 10 minutes before I start. I’m still training so I’m not so much doing things on my own yet, but in between customers I study with my flashcards I made earlier. When I get home depends on how fast the store can be cleaned and prepped for the morning.
We usually get out around 11:30 and on the brief drive home I think about the massive pay cut I took for this job. If I count all my sources of income, I have 4;I’m a barista, photographer, blogger, and search engine evaluation (in my spare time… Ha). I run up to the apartment, sneak in, brush, floss, wash off in the shower quickly and climb into bed. After roughly 6 and ½ hours of sleep I’m ready again. I’m fucking tired. Mentally and physically. I’m hoping I get just one hour this weekend to relax, sit back and read. Or maybe just sit on my porch and stare off into the distance. I just need to get through the next 3 weeks and then these classes will be over. I’ll still have one remaining for the summer, but it’s a history class. A history class to me is what a P.E. class would be to an Olympic athlete.
Sometimes what gets me though this is having things scheduled with friends (… its sad that I have to write this down too!). Its my light at the end of the tunnel. And of course, Albert is always there to give me encouraging words. If it wasn’t for that, my mental breakdown would definitely make the local news.
On a side note: the results for the poll about spitting (as of 6/1/12)
62.19% of you are Swallowers.
11.17% of you are Spitters.
11.17% of you don’t want it near your mouth.
And 15.46% of you are
That was fun. We’ll do more polls soon.