Yesterday was a productive day. You wanna know how a productive day for a 24-year-old college grad who works part time at a restaurant and is still trying to figure out the next step of his life goes? Since I had the day off, here's a quick outline:
9:17 a.m. Alarm goes off, I hit snooze. I never set my alarms on 0's or 5's, but usually 3's or 7's. My snooze lasts 9 minutes, so I often wake up on 5's or 1's, which means I usually hit the button twice for 18 minutes of extra broken sleep.
9:35(ish) a.m. Woke up. Fell outta bed. No comb across my head. Dragged into the kitchen with our dog, Maia, at my heels to pour a bowl of cereal and my first cup of black coffee of the day. She always follows me because she knows I'll drop a piece into her bowl. Here's how it goes: I pull the cereal out of the cabinet, grab a bowl, pour it, toss a piece in her bowl (clink!), pour the coffee, pour the milk, nuke the coffee if it's cold, and walk into the living room to turn on the tv. Most of the time it's Sportscenter, but if it's mid-week and it's early enough, I catch the music videos on VH1 (gotta watch 'em when you can to avoid the ridiculous "Celebreality" they're always brainwashing our youth with...).
10:07 a.m. Facebook. Tryjm.com. Twitter. Johnmayer.yuku.com. In that order. It's embarrassing, but I do it. I'm sure you do too...
11:00 a.m. Gym time. This is early for me. Mad thanks to Harley Pasternak for the 5-Factor Workout. Been using it for two years and I still love it. Yesterday was back and bicep day, which is always crucial. Also ran for a bit to the tunes of "Battle Studies" and others. The chorus of "Assassin" into the guitar solo is killer for when it's time to push it.
12:30ish. Back home. Protein shake (because I GOTS to get SWOLE!). Shower. PB Sandwich, and let the errands BEGIN.
1:15 p.m. Drove Mom to pick up her car. Some douche keyed it a few weeks ago, and now the paint is FIXED.
1:45ish. Men's Wearhouse. Tux fitting for my buddy Luke's wedding. It was quick, and I'm gonna look like a pimp. Can't wait.
2:15ish. Four Season's Mall. My mission: New Shoes. Went into each show place at least once to find the best deal. Ended up with some red and white Air Max 90's and a smile. Could have and SHOULD have knocked out some Christmas shopping, but I'm waiting to save that card for the maximum stress effect which should kick in in about two and a half weeks.
3:30. Back home. Room cleaning time. Picked up piles of laundry and made it so my carpet is visible. It's blue, like my eyes.
4:20ish. Snack break. Stephen King novel. Waiting for my girlfriend to get out of class.
4:45 p.m. Amanda gets out of class and comes over. We kick it for a bit.
6:30 p.m. Amanda and I roll to UNCG for a class discussion she needs to attend for an assignment. I'm not in school, but I like going to these because I feel like a student again. They're fun when they don't matter for a grade. Nice to stimulate the brain again. Grad school might not be so bad after all...(remind me I said this if I ever complain about it down the road.)
8:00 DINNER! At home, with the rents and Amanda. Turkey Sausage Soup. Spicy, healthy, and delicious. Mmmmm.
9:30 p.m. Back to Amanda's so she can get some work done. This is the time of year I definitely do NOT miss from my school days.
1:00 a.m. Back home again.
1:16 a.m. Goodnight text to Amanda, lights out, DONE SON!
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9:17 a.m. Alarm. Snooze twice.
9:35 a.m. Repeat breakfast routine. Get ready for work. Annnnnnnnd here we go again...
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SO, kids, that's how a productive day typically goes for someone in my position. That is BALLER for a day off. Didn't sleep in, worked out early, and got some stuff DONE! The real test comes now in keeping my shoes white and my room clean. Oh, and finding a job or going to school for the sake of a future CAREER. But hey, one step at a time, right?
Until then, I'm gunnin' for grad school apps and Christmas. Woohoo!
DS.
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