Not your average Dayblog. Be careful! Exxxcitement!

Wednesday, Dec. 14, 2005 ~ 3:23 p.m.

My horoscope today says:

Get out of the house and away from anyone who may be in a bad mood. A short trip or a visit with someone you can do business with will help you make headway. A partnership change is likely to occur.

For those wondering, I'm a Virgo, and yes, I fit your stereotypical, over-reactive, drama-queen, granola girl, sensitive Virgo mold. Ew. Mold. Maybe that should be mould? Whichever one doesn't mean gross green stuff growing on things such as rocks, stagnant water, and sloths. No, not that kind. Maybe the kind that you make jello in, though.

Anywhoo. I wish I could chance upon a partnership change. Actually, I just wish I had a partner to do anything with, whether it be make a change, or kiss, or snuggle, or any such thing.

My life is consistently boring. I would dayblog a little bit, but basically, it would go like this:

7am: Wake up to mother and father screaming at younger sister to wake up and go to school. Sister repeatedly grumbles, moans, and screams before she finally gets out of bed, stomping around and shouting at anything that gets in her way. Proceed to sit around on the couch in my underwear and a tshirt, feeling and looking a bit stunned while overexcited puppies, who have been locked up in their crates for the night, jump and wiggle all over me.

Something different that I did do this morning was say "I love them! I love them! You hate them compared to how much I love them!" (Thanks Columbia House, for sending me my copy of Madagascar just in time to be annoying!)

8am: Finally go into panic-mode, racing all over the house to get dressed and out the door to work. Realize that I should have done laundry the night before, and proceed to throw a pair of jeans that has already been worn all week in the dryer with a damp towel and 9435845 dryer sheets to make it smell/look presentable.

Eight am is what time I have to leave, technically, to make it to work on time for my 9am shift, but I rarely leave until something like 8:16 or something like that, which means I have to hurry, and usually get stuck behind some old fuddy duddy who is driving 60 in an 80 zone and 30 in a 50 zone, and then I have to risk my life to pass him on a bendy stretch of road just so I can make it to work in time.

9am: After a long, sometimes silent, something tumultuous, hour long drive with my mother, I arrive at my boring job and log in.

10am: Do my boring job.

11am: Take a boring fifteen minute break, then do my boring job.

12pm: Do my boring job.

1pm: Take a boring 45 minute lunch break, then do my boring job.

2pm: Do my boring job.

3pm: Do my boring job.

4pm: Take a boring 15 minute break, then do my boring job.

5pm: Do my boring job.

6pm: Get done my boring job, and take another forty five minute ride home. It usually is exactly the same as the ride TO work. Sometimes we have snacks.

7pm: (we're sometimes still driving)

8pm: Be at home. Do work in the barn.

9pm: Still doing work in the barn.

10pm: Watch some "must-see tv".

11pm: Watch some more, because, you know, I must see it.

12am: Go to bed.

Rinse, and repeat.

Except for on the days that I go to work for noon, which basically only elongates the 7am hour (ie sitting around, being mauled by puppies, and the occasional episode of Dr Phil, or a snowy horseback ride, and most of the barn work), an extra LONG day of doing my boring job, and getting home around 10:30pm, only to do work in the barn and fall into bed.

That's how exciting it is.

Isn't it exciting?