soooo...............i can't sleep for the life of me. i got home from work at 1:05. brushed my teeth, put me pj's on and climbed into bed. i decided to read my georgia o'keeffe book until 2:30. and now i am here writing and it's now 2:51.
my mind is crazy right now. it's kinda overwhelming. and to be honest actually hurting. or stressing me out. i can't figure out if the pain is actually physical or not. but i think it is. . .seriously, if you guys were all people in cars driving inside of my head you'd be screwed. in a serious car accident. i'm kinda thinking better now, where i have to because i'm typing. but before i had a momgloberishnapretation of thoughts in my head that were crashing together.
i decided to get up out of my bed because laying there thinking was not going to help me get to sleep. and if i try to count backwards i'll just get destracted because my other thoughts are louder than numbers. me and numbers don't get along well anyway. so, the sooner i get up and decide to actually get my thoughts out then the less time i waste. i went into my kitchen. got a little bit of yogurt, two slices of cheese, and made some chamomile tea. (i was told that dairy products encourage sleep at night)
i could have very well written my thoughts down on paper. but i know my hand would start to hurt and stop writing while my head would keep speeding. basically the purpose of this blog is to put into concrete-ish form (although i can't touch it or hold these words that i'm typing in this is computer, which is actually bugging me now that i'm thinking about it so i have to..stop. gr.) my schedule-ish and all the stuff i'm doing before i leave and the blah that's on my mind.
one prominant reason i can't get to sleep is because today at work i had a phone call with a gentleman for an hour and 45-ish minutes. freaking redicioulous. sometimes i wish i didn't care so much about making people happy because then i'm on the phone with them for hours and give them too much money. anyhow, i put an order through for a phone for him. and i don't find out until tomorrow if the warehouse is going to accept it and send it out (for reasons i really don't care to explain because it's not important) and i'm just really really hoping that it doesn't get rejected.
now my schedule.
tomorrow: need to go grocery shopping for stuff. and get some things figured out for this weekend. which i won't disclose on here because i'm not sure if my mom reads this or not. (no i'm not getting drunk) go to work from 4-12:30. (last day at work! another reason i can't sleep)
saturday: clean house, cook a lot of food, and have fun. look for a art gallery in maine near where we're staying.
sunday: go to church, go see the simpsons movie with jamie and perhaps others that i don't know of yet. also pack for maine/white point beach.
monday: (i just typed out saturday rather than monday) get up at 6:30ish and leave house at 8:00 for trip to maine. take video camera and have lots of fun with my cousins. because i prefer chillin' with younger kids than people my own age. (take lots of pictures)
tuesday: do a little shop-a-roo. . . oh and i started typing wednesday when i remembered "oh, and turn 19" that's hard work. can't forget that one.
wednesday: take "the cat" from maine to yarmouth. drive an hour and a little to white point beach.
thursday, friday: enjoy the heck out of white point beach. and be immersed in the music of the crashing of waves. pet the rabbits and feed them food. perhaps do a painting/sketch/write on the beach. GO SWIMMING?!! since i have yet to do so. i haven't swam for one whole year. it's disguists me!
sunday: family birthday party.
monday-friday: PAINT. PAINT. PAINT. DRAW. DRAW. DRAW. (also make pretty stuff, and healthy yummies for the show. and tell bette when she is playing the piano)
saturday/or sunday: art show at a place that i have yet to figure out.
georgia o'keeffe was a beautiful beautiful woman. i just finished reading a book of her art. it was one of those large hard covered books. with a picture on almost every page and on the page beside it a write up -that she wrote- so much better than reading what a freaking art critic has to say.
SLEEP. DEEP.
3:21
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