MY BRUTAL SCHEDULE

so this isn't 1/70th the fun as a list of all the things that drive me crazy or love or blah blah bleh, but i'm writing this out just one time for a couple of reasons.  which will take on a list format of its own...because i'm a gangsta like that.  always keeping it street for my cats back on court st.

ok.  here are 4 good reasons why i'm putting up my schedule.  

a)  it's not for sympathy, but maybe to gain one mili-ounce of respect and admiration for the blog dedication.  if you want to feel sorry for me or click one more time just for my ego, well then i love you.

why does anyone else even play?  :(

b)  if my writing looks like the american ping pong team going up against the koreans in the early 70's, then i have a legitimate excuse.  98% of the time i write, i'm between my rem state and dying.  also a quick pass for showing zero personality (easy for me) at any given time due to zombie-mode.

c)  if i re-post something that anyone has maybe seen in the past, i gets no flack.  there are times when i come home, look at the keyboard and my hands ball up into little arthritic "i hate yous".

d)  now you can perhaps look at me as some sort of geek superhero.  i realize the odds of this are something like 1/450,000, but i can live with that.  beats the powerball.  

e)  i lied.  here's the fifth and maybe the most important.  i whine about this at least twice a week because i do what i want...but, my motivation wanes here & there...so anyone who wants to lift me up, spread the love or contribute in one way or another would be huge...like my sister's head as a baby.  

SO THAT'S THAT.  i needn't coddling anymore...but here comes the schedule.  

you  (because you have a big beautiful brain) will notie that everyday of the the work week looks the same, (except small thursday asterisk)...i even eat the exact same things by the hour (awesome right?).  my current life is THAT exciting.

(actual size)  (still very scary) 

here come the fireworks darla, put on your big sorority girl shades...

EL HORARIO.

4:15 - 4:30 - wake up, go to gym x
4:30 - 5:30 - lift weights

5:30 - 6:30 - shower, change, eat go to work.

6:30 - 7:30 - army physical training (aka PT for my beloved co-works)

7:30 - 9:00 - shower, eat, dress, go to work.

9:00 - 5:00 - work.

5:00 - 5:50 - get home, eat, change, check online stores, ship stuff

5:50 - 7:00 - go to gym x, run 4-8 miles, maybe do some eliptical if my leg feels like exploding

7:00 - 7:45 - go home, check out the mirror with grave disappointment, shower, dress, eat

7:45 - 9:30 - brainstorm, try to write something that's not miserable

9:30 - 11:00 - bother everyone i know, respond to 5-50 fb messages/updates, skype, make any phone calls, eat, pack clothes/food for next day

11:00 - 12:00 - do 250 pushups/crunches, put a movie on, read the bible

12:00 - pray, crash 

how i feel by 5 or 6 pm.
at least i still have my sticker.  :/

mind you, there is a little wiggle room at lunch where i sometimes pass out...and on occasion i can get away with an hour blog which opens up the eve some for me...but, you get the gist.  add in there a bunch of meaningless twitter updates throughout the day, 100-200 absolutely pointless text messages and a solid hour (this is during work of course) of spacing out (very good at this).

another reason why i wanted to post this was to hold myself accountable for going to the gym at 4:30 because it's not easy or fun.  i actually despise the idea.  but many of you know i'm getting older having just turned 17...so, i have to bust my buns with my beach vacay coming up in 2 months.  i also have a secret motivation burst in my chest that is helping push me.  

i love all of you...some very much more than others.  some of you i love like cauliflower (meh), and some of you i love like cranberry sauce (that's serious).  either way...i want to push out as much literary mess as i can before i deploy and hopefully use the site as a way of updating all of yas once i'm overseas.  holy crumb cakes!

alrighty...i'm sorry if this put you to sleep.  i've already got tomorrow's written (thank you hazmat class) and it's a real zinger.  so off i go to get ready for the morningly punch in the face.  i took the night off to get everything together and press reset...and NOW, i watch a full 43 minute episode of survivor.  i love life.

p.s.  God is good...third degree burns are not (little note of wisdom there).

sleep tight my little potassium peelers, let's go bananas.

XX-sk

OOH! - p.s.s.  take a second to vote on the new baby little poll at the top left so i can milk the cow a little more satisfactorily (a word?).

& i am going to start a new thing at the end of each month to recognize 5-10 friends/family/enemies/lunch ladies/etc called, "______ SHOUT OUT LOUDS".  you get it right? where that little space is, would be MARCH for example.  after march, i would then get crazy and follow with APRIL...etc, there will be a pattern.  on the blog,  i will go about posting a happy little picture of you (so everyone will want your spring fresh youth) and a paragraph as to how you positively impacted my life that month (thru encouragement, commentary, lewd gesture, etc).  :)  it will be the cat's pajamas.  and they will be very sheer.  meeeeeeow...