No. 1

I have a sneaking suspicion that this will not be the first of this kind of post, hence the title.

"What kind of post is this, exactly?"

Good question, kids. It's about those weird, funny times when one moment I'm living like normal, then I blink, and in that fraction of a second, my perception changes, and all of a sudden I'm observing and analyzing my living patterns, but I can't write an entire post about any of them individually. These are my observations. 

First

I've noticed the number of syllables in my Starbucks order is inversely related to my mood. Basically, the worse I feel, the more I send my comma count through the roof. Think I'm lying?

Just hanging out with friends: 

-> Tall hot cocoa

Before my 8am Calc II class on the first day back from break, after closing at work until 1 am the night before:
-> Triple, grande, non-fat, no whip, extra hot, double cup white mocha

I am not ashamed. Much.

Second

I am the most optimistic when I'm setting my alarm. I have it set for 4:45. Wanna know how many times I've actually woken up at 4:45? Once, because I hadn't really fallen asleep since going to bed at 4:30.

It always happens to be that point at night when I think "I have so much to do tomorrow morning!" or "I will treat tomorrow-me to an extra 15 minutes of prep time!" or "I can get up and make pancakes before I go!" that I set my alarm. And then tomorrow-me either wakes up at 4:45, weighs the necessity of makeup against the warmth and comfort of sleeping in bed, and resets the alarm for later, or just sleeps through it. Flat out.

And that, kids, is how I almost failed philosophy.

Third

Third, I would rather spend money on new clothes than do laundry. Let's translate that into real meaning: I would rather not eat than do laundry. Let's translate that again: I still want to spend money on food, and I'd like to not do laundry, even though it's free, so I'll buy clothes, and the only way to have that much money is to work three jobs. I would rather work three jobs than do laundry. WHAT.

The more experience I have on my own, the less proficient I become at prioritizing. Instead, I've become better at triage and simplifying. By that I mean my diet has become the same thing over and over again, and anything that's too expensive doesn't make the cut. Also, if it takes too long to cook, it's out. Sorry, protein.

Fourth

I started this thinking I had so many witty things to say and clever ideas to share, when really, I don't. I just wanted to say that Starbucks thing in a Facebook status, but had already posted a status for the day, and didn't want to share twice. So I blogged about it instead. 

Again, I'm not ashamed. Much.

Then I blogged about blogging about it.

I need to quit.