I am now the proud occupant of a cubicle at work. It’s kinda interesting, it got set up pretty quickly considering today’s my third day at work. So I’ve spent a lot of time on the computer today, attempting to get work done. I’ll get more done tomorrow though, and then it’ll be Friday. I’ve set up when I’ll be doing my volunteering as well. They only had one time available on the weekend, for Sundays. Luckily, I don’t have standing plans on Sundays… And it’s only for two hours… And there’s another twenty two hours in a day. Which is always a good thing. Also got my email at work set up, which is really nice since I do need it. They’ve even hooked me up with the same address I had back in 2007. So when I went to open my email, there was all the emails I had in my inbox back in 2007 and 19 unread emails from the summer of 2008. And since they were addressed to me, I did read them. It was kind of weird reading them a year later though. But it was also weird because I’m pretty sure that people had expected some sort of response to some of the emails. Since they asked questions, directed to me… But if I recall correctly, I did resolve most of the issues… Hopefully. Oh well, I’m sure no one is going to read back a year’s worth of emails.

I also have two of four of my grades in! AND I PASSED CHEMISTRY! It’s the only course out of my four that I took this last term that I was really worried about. I got my English literature mark as well, which went well. And my psychology grade isn’t up ‘officially’ yet, but I do know what it is. And with all my bonus marks, it looks very nice, if I do say so myself! I’m pleased with it.

Plus I’m eating cream puffs right now. Lemon flavoured ones with icing sugar on them. Which is very good. And I highly suggest them to everyone. Go out and get one. Or a dozen, then you could even consider sharing them.

This is what I’d let to get clear, straight off the bat:

1. When I told my family that I had an 8:30am exam this morning, I was not kidding.
2. When I told my family that I was going to bed at 10pm last night and would appreciate that they not be obnoxiously loud, I was not kidding.
3. When I told my family that I had my alarm set for 5am (and that would result in almost 7 hours of sleep), I was not kidding.

So when I went to bed at 10pm last night with the intention of waking up at 5am for my 8:30am exam (I left my house at 6am), I was completely serious.

I tossed and turned a little. The last time I remember seeing a clock was just a few minutes past 10, so I’m hoping I went to bed soon after that.

Then, I wake up. It’s dark. But my alarm’s not going off (none of my alarms, more on that later). And I learn laughter. Loud laughter. I shuffle out of my (warm!) bed and end up in the living room. Which is diagonally across the house from my room, as far as one can humanly get from my room. And there’s my parents and both sisters (one just arrived last night) were up. And laughing.

“Could you please not be so loud?”, I said to them, I was rather annoyed but calmly.

They apologize. And I shuffle back to bed. This was at midnight. I get back into bed and promptly fall back to sleep (because I was a) tired and b) tired).

And then it’s 1am-ish.

And I’m awake. Again. Because they cannot fucking shut up. And all they’re doing is sitting in the living room and laughing. And yes, I get it, my sister just arrived (yay…?). But she doesn’t live in a different time zone. She’s not only there for a few hours. She’s here for nearly a week. And it’s one. fucking. am. In the morning. When I’m planning on waking up for 5am. So I really have no clue why any of them were surprised at my response.

Pissed (because they knew I had very limited sleeping time and had a very early morning wakeup call!), I just shouted, from my bed, loudly, going “SHUT. UP.” In English. Which was probably not a good idea, because I nearly included “the fuck” between those two words. But I didn’t! I was good! I didn’t swear (to my parents… from across the house… I’m practically a saint!).

And then they stopped talking. Completely. Within fifteen minutes, I could hear bedroom doors closing.

After that, I didn’t hear a peep out of anyone. I went back to sleep and woke up at 4:55am (alarm on my cell phone). Snoozed that until 5am, when my alarm clock goes off. And my cell phone (again). And then 5:04am, I get a text from Clay because I asked him to text me in order to ensure that I woke up (and got out of bed!) if he was still up.

And my English literature exam? I think it went fairly well. I know I did better on one essay than the other (sighs), but I’m sure that I got most of the identifications (which sucked though) and I left about 30 minutes before the end (8:30am-11am). Got home by noon. And my dad’s all like “Why were you so angry at us last night?”

…

Seriously? Seriously? Seriously?

I am obviously not getting the point across. Because you know what I’m doing next time that happens? (And the next time might be soon, I have a 8:30am exam next week!) I will swear. At my parents. From across the house. If I get woken up again, when I need to get up at 5am.

My front yard now looks like crap (to me!) as it’s not quite a ‘stump’ in my yard, but it’s not a ‘tree’, either. All the major branches have been cut off. Most of the trunk on both sides (the tree kinda split, might have been two? But they intertwined, so I always considered it to be one tree.) have been cut. But it’s not ‘stumpy’. Eh, it looks bad. And yes, it was a DIY-hack job, courtesy of my father. Which is legal, according to my city’s bylaws (not that he probably bothered to check…).

So tired right now, went out last night with the friends since J is leaving (again) for (a new) school (again). I like abusing parentheses sometimes. Then stayed up to chat with Clay. Wish I was still in bed. But I’ve been ‘practicing’ (sort of) getting up early since tomorrow morning I’ll be up at 5am for my English lit exam (whoot…?) at 8:30am (…) so I got up today at 6am. Please don’t ask what time I went to bed or how much sleep I got. Because I really could not tell you, even if I tried.

And my essay topics? I’m prepping for four of the five (since I don’t fel like writing about gardens!) and only three of the five will pop up on my literature final. And then I only have to write about two, so I’m hoping that I get the ones I like! I do rather want to write about disguises though, it works well for Twelfth Night and Marie de France’s work. Prepping for exam topics isn’t difficult, by a long shot. The only issues I have is that we’re not allowed the texts or notes. So I’m trying to keep it easy-to-remember everything. Hoping to, anyways.

What have you been up to this blissfully sunny Wednesday (where I’m stuck indoors and studying as my deck’s dirty and I can’t lie in the sun)?