Senioritis at its finest

Well, here we are again, Fairly Straight University.  My fourth and final year in a town with 3 main roads, four bars, too many Amish people for my taste, and 45 minutes away from any civilization (shopping malls, casinos, and Targets, oh my!).  Needless to say, these next 7 months can't fly by fast enough.  Yeah, yeah, savor the college years, best time of your life, blah blah blah.  I really just want to go to the mall without spending $20 on gas.

I can definitely say that my "Senioritis," as it's called, is in full effect.  What are the symptoms, you ask?

• irritability
• procrastination
• watching television
• skipping class at least once a week
• new-found levels of procrastination
• not doing homework, even if the subject interests you
• watching several hours of television in a row
• beer
• Tumblr
• Facebook is suddenly interesting
• New low levels of disapproving of Freshmen behavior
• Wondering how you could somehow not take those last 5 classes
• sweatpants all day every day
• beer

I think that about sums it up.  

"Troubles are inevitable, but misery is optional." -Joel Osteen

Ever have one of those days?  It's National You're Going To Fail At Life Day, and you were not forewarned.  You woke up late, didn't eat breakfast, dressed for the wrong weather, and as soon as you get to work, it gets worse.


I had a similar day this week.  The copy machine, stapler, printer, desktop computer, DVD burner, etc. did not like me.  Lunch took a half hour longer than I had time for.  Then, I got sent on a 4 stop run.  How can I screw that up?  Don't worry, I'll find a way.  It is, after all, National Amanda Fails at Life Day.


I had to go outside of town to pick up a hard drive.  I waited about 20-25 minutes for the guy to finish up when I got to the studio.  I took the hard drives across town (in some nasty traffic), took those discs back downtown to CMT, almost got a parking ticket, moved my car to where I could park for free (because why would I have change the one day I need to pay for a meter?), walked 3 or 4 blocks to the post office, and saw that two hours after I had left to go on this run, I still wasn't done, had 3 missed calls from my supervisors asking where I was, and ended up an hour late for my second job after driving back to my internship and across town again in rush hour traffic.


Needless to say, they weren't happy that I took so long.  Nothing that day was my fault, it just happened to fall on me.  After about 5 and a half hours at Bar Louie (which was insanely busy because of the NBA game), it slowed down enough for me to actually think about what all had happened that day.


My day started off terribly at 8:30am, and it took me until about 10pm to actually get mad about what a failure the day was.  I've always been a person who dwells on my mistakes.  I still remember getting detention in 6th grade for passing a note with Amanda Do about how we hate Language Arts.  


I can, however, be proud of how I handled those mistakes.  You can only give your best, and if the universe sees fit to screw you up, it will, regardless of your attitude.  So why not just smile through the day anyway?  


Nothing stresses me out more than other stressed out people, so why spread that around? 


Basically, after trying so hard to do everything right, my motto for the day became, "Bucket.  I am doing the best I can."  Well, not 'bucket.'  It rhymes with bucket though...