Does anyone even read this thing anymore?

Sometimes I feel like I'm posting into a void. I guess this is still a good way to write what I'm thinking, even if no one reads it.

Like a less private journal, I suppose.

Why do I do this to myself?

So. I'm going to California on FRIDAY. WOO!! Unfortunately, this means I will be missing a lot of work and a lot of work will be due. I (obviously) want to get it all done before I leave so I can have a nice, relaxing week under the sun. 

Since I'm an expert procrastinator, the most amount of effort I've put forward to it was today...two days before I leave. And even then it was only completing assignments for one class (out of four). 

So I said to myself, "sleep is overrated. I'm gonna try an energy drink again and get as much done as possible."

Worst. Decision. Ever.

While it tasted SO MUCH BETTER than the Red Bull I had last time (I got the Monster in the white can and its freakin delicious), I still made the mistake of not cracking it open til about 10:30 (maybe that's where my problem lies?).

Not only do I no longer really have any motivation, but once again I'm starting to feel the crash WAY before I should be. But I'm not tired enough to go to sleep, and the only thing I can work on next (without Internet since mine has been out since 9:30) is reading an act of King Lear. And nobody wants to do that at 1:30 in the morning. Mainly because the language of Shakespeare is already confusing enough as it is, throw in slight exhaustion and no Internet to look up Sparknotes' "No Fear Shakespeare" and we've got a problem. 

If I went to sleep now, I'd still be able to get about six hours of sleep. And I can work on ALL THE HOMEWORK tomorrow. Right?

At this point it's either go to bed or play multiple games of solitaire, spider solitaire, farkle, and sudoku until I do feel tired enough to sleep.

No more drinking energy drinks so late! Ack!

Shakespeare's got the right idea.

"[Love] is to be all made of sighs and tears...

it is to be all made of faith and service...

it is to be all made of fantasy,

all made of passion and all made of wishes,

all adoration, duty, and observance,

all humbleness, all patience and impatience,

all purity, all trial, all observance."

~Silvius, As You Like It, Act 5 Scene 2

I want a love like that.

6th time's the charm?

Guess who's changing her "minor". AGAIN.

Yep. This girl.

I was going through my degree audit (basically the list of classes I need to take to graduate) today and trying to plan out my next four or so semesters here at good 'ol BYUI. I got all of my English (major) classes and Foundations (generals) classes planned out, and everything was glorious.

And then I got to the section for my current minor: Child Development.

As I was looking through the descriptions of the classes necessary, I realized something: I don't enjoy learning about kids. I thought I did since I was a teacher at my high school's preschool program and loved it. But I don't enjoy sitting in a class and learning about the mental and cognitive and physical development of a child; I just enjoy being around them and playing with them.

Imagine my frustration.

This is the SIXTH (yes. Sixth.) time I've changed my minor option. Here's what it has been in the past, even if for a brief moment:

• Home and Family, back when I was a naive freshman and thought that would help me achieve being a preschool teacher if the whole book editor thing didn't work out. HA! Nope. That is the section all the girls who only aspire to earn an MRS degree go to. And I realized that after looking at the list of classes necessary for the minor.
• Culinary Arts. I'm pretty sure it went like this: "hey, cake decorating seems cool." Yeah. That lasted all of a month or two. Especially after realizing that on top of tuition and book fees, I'd have to pay additional fees for every. single. one. of those classes. No thank you.
• Journalism and Photography clusters (equivalent of a half-minor). This was when I had just bought Sheldon, and when my old Newspaper adviser told me that I'm good at reporting and should consider it. But then BYUI had to go and be a pain in my butt and decide that in order to take "Photography I", I have to take a Drawing and Design & Color class. O_o that didn't make sense at all, so that was dropped. Plus I can't draw soooo.
• Journalism and Child Development clusters. I was still stuck on the notion that I'm a good reporter, and relived the memories of my high school days spent playing with children for an hour on "A" days. But then I remembered that I hated my journalism class (NOT newspaper class) and the very first class required for the Journalism cluster is exactly like my journalism class in high school. So that was dropped.
• Which brings us to the Child Development minor. I realized that I enjoyed playing with kids more than writing articles, so I decided to convert that previous cluster into a minor. 

And here we are today. I think I'm going to do some English clusters this time, since I've realized English stuff is all I really enjoy learning about. It depends on what the totally credible student employees in my Academic Advising Center say when I make a visit on Monday. 

This had better be the last time I change my minor option. Otherwise, I'm never getting out of here.

I love my job.

How many people can honestly say they love their job? That they look forward to (almost) every single shift? I certainly can. Yes, there are stressful shifts and frustrating times (*cough* when people don't tip *cough*). But for the most part, each shift is enjoyable. I have AMAZING coworkers and managers, most of which have become my friends in real life. 

Tonight I ended up staying until after the store closed. Thanks to the coworkers that were still there after 10 PM, I had a great time quoting "She's The Man", "Mean Girls", singing Disney songs (and changing the lyrics to fit with what we were doing) and musicals. Time flew by and we were able to work together to get everything done.

I love my job. And I'm honestly hoping I remain there for a long time...at least until I'm graduated and have another job. 

My first experience with an energy drink.

I am the world's best procrastinator. And most of the time, it works for me. Mainly with essays. When it comes to studying for tests, not so much. 

Lucky for me (?), I have both of those things due tomorrow...or I guess later today since it is 2 AM. Anyway. Guess who had all afternoon to study and possibly even take said test...and didn't. THIS GIRL. Guess who has had all week to write this essay...and didn't. THIS GIRL. Like I said, I'm the world's best procrastinator. 

So, since I couldn't get sent home from work til about 9:15 and the last test at the testing center goes out at 9, I decided the only way to pull this off would be to have an all-nighter with the help of my very first energy drink. 

I chose Red Bull since that was the one I had heard the most about from people...lets just say I'm slightly regretting that decision. It had a sour berry candy flavor to it. But I'm thinking all energy drinks taste like that. I got home, ate dinner, brought my laptop out to the living room as well as the materials needed for my late-night-essay-writing, and cracked the can open. 

Like I said, it had a sour berry candy flavor, so the first sip was less than satisfactory. But it seemed to be keeping me awake, so I went along with it. I drank it slowly so as not to go completely crazy in the middle of the night, and finished the can just as I was about to start writing the actual essay part of the essay (it's a long story and I don't feel like explaining it at 2 AM). 

About halfway through the first portion of the essay I'm pretty sure I hit my crazy, obnoxious phase, because I started live-texting my friend the experience and thought something was way funnier than it actually was. That lasted for a good twenty minutes. I was getting frustrated that I couldn't concentrate on the essay or even figure out how to start it. 

Luckily, at 1 AM, I decided I had one hour to work as much on my essay as possible, and then go to bed, since I have to wake up early to study for and take my test. 30 minutes later, since once I get started on something I'm writing, I can't stop until its done, my essay was finished. HALLELUJAH! 

All in all, I don't think I'll be drinking an energy drink again any time soon. I'm going to try not to procrastinate such big things and get distracted by TV or a movie. Also, before tonight I had successfully gone 8 days without caffeine (I know it doesn't sound like a huge deal, but it is to me), so I need to get back to that. 

It was fun to be a little hyper and crazy for a while, but now I'm starting to feel the inevitable crash coming on that won't be so enjoyable when I have to drag myself out of bed at 6 AM.

Goodnight, all. Or good morning, since y'all will likely be reading this in the morning.

One year later...

On Saturday, I celebrated my one year anniversary of working at Domino's. And let me tell you: it's been an interesting year. I've had my ups and downs as an employee there (everyone does), but after a year I can tell you right off the bat basically every topping on every pizza we make (sometimes pasta and sandwiches too). I can tell you several specials that my store offers. I know how to do things in a very fast time. Etc. etc.

I gave my three main managers gifts on Saturday, saying "thank you for putting up with me for a year." I saw the reactions of two of the three, and I hope the third enjoyed the gift I gave him.

So, thank you to Jodi, Doug, Kaydree, Scott, Austin, Devin, Ezra, Elena, Chas, Shane, and Dave (there may or may not be more that I can't remember :/) for putting up with me for a year, and thank you to everyone else I work with for making each and every shift enjoyable.

Here's to another year (and hopefully more)!