Tick tock

Tick tock, tick tock. That would be the sound of my life clock, slowly ticking off second after second of time that I waste.

I still haven't sent in my final grad school application. What is wrong with me? Haven't I gotten the concept of rolling admissions yet? Yes the due date isn't until July 1st, but that doesn't mean I should wait until July 1st! There are two problems, one being that I have a total writers block when it comes to writing a personal statement, and two, I need professors to properly seal my recommendations which means I have to take my butt back up to the University simply to get an envelope sealed. Err!! The irritation of my life. I wonder at this point should I just wait a few more weeks until my MCAT scores are back? No, of course I know the answer to this is NOOOO.

I subbed today for fifth grade. It was a very enjoyable day, until the last 15 minutes. Why the hell do they give the kids a recess half an hour before school lets out? They come in 15 minutes before the last bell rings, and it is utter chaos. A boy was chasing a girl around the room, and she surprised him and me by suddenly turning around, knocking him to the ground, and totally wailing on him. Wow. Way to go. Oh wait, yes, I'm the adult who is supposed to be breaking this madness up. Geez.

So I'm changing cell phone service, and I chose to buy my new plan online so that I could avoid the annoying salespeople who are working on commission and will try to pan something off on me that I neither want or need. My new cell phone is coming in the mail within the next few days, and I'm super excited. I haven't had a new cell phone in almost two years, so it will be fun to get a new toy to play with.

I can't believe I have like less than 2 weeks before camp starts again. My butt feels numb already, just thinking about all those damn meetings. I would like to bang my head on the table in front of me during those meetings, but I'd probably just get a lecture on how not camp appropriate it is.

Okay, I know I said it before but I am going to say it again. I am just not a gaucho pant kind of girl. They were cute on Blair back in the day on the Facts of Life, but I prefer to leave them there.

I talked to a friend today, and she told me her brother had been killed last week. My god! Here I was calling her to see if she wanted to do lunch on the weekend, as if life is just peachy. I have no idea what to say or do for her. It's just so hard to comprehend. I guess the only thing I can do for her is just be a listening ear, if ever she wants to talk. Gosh, I was so depressed when my sister was diagnosed with MS, I can't even begin to fathom what it would be like to lose her. My heart goes out to my friend right now.