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I just realized today how little free time I have (sadly)
Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays I'm up at 6am to make it to Bally's Fitness in Towson to work out for about 2 hours, although I'm usually not out before 9:30ish (and not in until almost 6:45)
I work between thirty and forty hours a week, delivering pizzas for the Papa Johns in Cockeysville, MD (servicing Lutherville, Timonium, Cockeysville, and Hunt Valley). Don't laugh -- its good money, I make $130 - 170 in my paycheck alone; add to that mileage and tips, which usually average about $250 - $400 together (per week!), and its a great college job ...
I'm taking a light load of classes -- only 9 credits this semester -- at Towson University, but when I'm not working, I'm often to be found cramming for a test or quiz.
I try and head out with friends two or three nights a week (never a Sunday, Tuesday, or Thursday, though, I'd never be able to get up in the morning), usually to Mick O'Shea's on Charles Street, or Turner's (I have *no* idea where that is), most often Bateman's (b/c its a college bar, and has hot girls hangin' around). Of course, there's the usual conflicts with that -- who drives? Because whomever that is, don't get to drink much ... etc, etc.
Today, I had to try and find time to get my Jeep looked at, and between working out, work, and my Monday class, I've been running myself ragged the whole day (and I have to go back to NTB tommorow to get a replacement lug-nut!!! ARGH! Plus, the problem I wanted to get fixed still hasn't been *diagnosed* much less repaired!)
I've been in two semi-serious relationships in the past year and a half since I transfered to Towson U., but those have usually broken apart because myself and the ladies involved are too damn busy with our varying schedules to spend any time together (I don't think Shelley and I *officialy* broke up, we just haven't spoken to each other in about a month, so I guess its a given ... )
The only thing I'm happy about is that I average about six and a half to eight and a half hours of sleep a day, (the 6 1/2 from the nights I have to wake up very early to go work out).
Its just frustrating, trying to get everything done that *has* to be done while also trying to be able to relax with your friends. Sometimes I realy dislike *real* life ...
So I hereby nominate myself for the Presidency of United States of America, where I vow to change out nation to a nation with TWENTY-*SIX* hours on the clock!!!
=)
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[This message has been edited by JeffKardde (edited November 06, 2000).]
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I second the emotion. Although, with 26 hours in a day I would have WAY too much time to make tables and charts for posting here and there, and there, and over there. Or I could work more hours....... nah SLEEP MORE...... YES
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Jeff: You got to a bar because it has "hot girls hangin' around", eh? I wouldn't be so sure that it's just your schedule that's keeping you from having a serious relationship... :-)
------------------ "Yeah...apparently Sizer is very hard to say, so they replace it with 'Is Mr. Caeser home?' Sometimes I'll say that no, he has, in fact, passed away. 'My apologies.' 'Oh, that's ok, I'm over it. Brutus is still a wreck though.' Then I hang up." -Simon Sizer on telemarketers, 1-Nov-2000
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Actually, I met both Laurie and Shelley at the apartment complex where I live (and we all went to the same school), so I wasn't pickin' em up in the bars =)
------------------ Gore/Lieberman 2000 *** "You still don't understand, do you MacLeod? I am the End of Time!" - Kronos
"You're history!" - MacLeod *** "I think anybody who doesn't think I'm smart enough to handle the job is underestimating." - George "Dubya" Bush
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No, no, no... That's not what I meant... While my experience in such matters is limited, I gather that most women tend to take offense when their boyfriends go places for the specified purpose of ogling other women... :-)
------------------ "Yeah...apparently Sizer is very hard to say, so they replace it with 'Is Mr. Caeser home?' Sometimes I'll say that no, he has, in fact, passed away. 'My apologies.' 'Oh, that's ok, I'm over it. Brutus is still a wreck though.' Then I hang up." -Simon Sizer on telemarketers, 1-Nov-2000
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"I gather that most women tend to take offense when their boyfriends go places for the specified purpose of ogling other women..."
Tim: That's pretty much everywhere that women are likely to be.
------------------ "If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there it would've been like Woodstock. I was at Woodstock. I fed off a flower person and I spent six hours watching my hand move." - Spike, BtVS
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Your getting good, but keep practising those Xanderisms - You haven't quite mastered the sheer brilliance of "no offense, but when men do that it means their eyes are open."
------------------ "I do prefer the arse, but you can't dismiss the leg. They're joined at the hip, so to speak."
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Well, yes, but I'm talking about going somewhere for no other purpose than that, and openly admitting it. A different situation entirely. I think. *L*
------------------ "What he did to that walrus gentle-man was inexcusable." -T. Herman Zweibel on "Mr. Woodrow Wood-pecker", The Onion, 7-Nov-2000
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No-one openly admits it. I myself go to strip-clubs just for the interesting articles.
------------------ "If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there it would've been like Woodstock. I was at Woodstock. I fed off a flower person and I spent six hours watching my hand move." - Spike, BtVS
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Hello, Hellion (aka Texan), and welcome to Flare.
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