Sometimes, I wish my brain had an On-Off switch, or that I could manually program my biological clock. I’m currently sitting in bed, just past midnight, considering all I need to accomplish this week and how busy I’ve been. And yet, I can’t manage to sleep when I need to sleep. I tucked in at 10 p.m. and woke up two hours later, now wide awake. I even hit the gym before that. COME ON, BRAIN. Thankfully, I’ve started listening to my iPod at bedtime again. I hadn’t done it for some time. It usually helps lull me to sleep, depending on what I put on. I never just shuffle it; something blaring and awful always seems to come on. Tonight’s album choices been Daft Punk’s “Random Access Memories” and Radical Face’s “Ghost.”
Anyway.
I’m pondering how it works out, that I’m stressing more this semester than I was in the previous one. Spring 2013 saw me load up on classes – 7 in total, for 18 units – and working full time and then some. Now, I’m down to 5 classes and actually writing my own schedule (with oversight from peers to ensure fairness), and somehow it’s STILL not enough time. Though that’s certainly been nice.
I’ve been chalking it up to the fact that it takes me an unusually lengthy amount of time to adopt any sort of regular, comfortable schedule. Once school hits after summer, my brain goes, “Oh… so… I have make sure this sack of meat and bones makes it to places on time and completes tasks by an appointed time? But I didn’t have to do that for months! I protest, find another brain willing to do this.”
I’m pretty sure I’ve just pulled this excuse since the 4th grade. I seem to recall telling my 7th grade Honors English teacher, Mrs. O’Brien, that I had trouble adjusting to junior high’s “high stress schedule.” She promptly told me it was November and make sure my sorry ass came back from Thanksgiving break with my five paragraph essay on Where the Red Fern Grows. Oops.
Time management has never been my strong suit, is what I’m getting at. But I’m leaps and bounds above where I was even a couple years ago. Ya might even say I’ve cleared some of those hurdles (get it? because the blog… yeah).
And now, because I’m still not totally asleep, I am going to consume babaghanoush and watch my roommate play GTA5. Because that’s how we make ourselves tired in the Via Jacquelina household.
Hurdles of Life 
taniav77
October 9, 2013
preach!