"This Ain't a Rap Song; This Is My Life"

Adulthood has been one major wake up call. Keep in mind, I've only been an adult for about 2 months now. Long enough for me to realize it is rough. I was given everything I need to succeed in this grown world. I left my house with a debit card, a job, an education (thank you federal government for grants), and a car whenever my mother doesn't need to use it. I was raised by two great parents who taught me to be kind and courteous, and family and friends who love me through it all. Those are the things everyone supposedly needs to make it in this dog eat dog world. I can honestly tell you, I'm worn out. I just slept through my first two classes of the day. I woke up tired. That's not even a joke. That alarm rings at 6:20 am. Not enough time. I dream about being at work, and I swear it makes me mentally tired in the morning. It's awful. All of my days are about 8:00 am to 6:00 pm. Those are 10 hour days. I go from school to work then back to school for evening labs or study sessions. After that about one night a week I attempt to have a social life.

This weeks exciting social event was the KU vs. K-State basketball game. It's a huge deal, because we have a rivalry that goes way back. The filed house was sold out as it always is. Up until the day before, I didn't have a ticket. My cousin has a couple friends on the K-State team, and they offered her a ticket. She didn't want to go alone, so I bought a ticket from someone at work. The crowd was pumped, and we got to sit next to some cute guys (not my type, but I wanted to paint the picture for you. They were attractive). Our seats are kind of in the back so it doesn't even matter, because everyone's excited. About five minutes in, my eyes start slowly closing. I am falling asleep at one of the biggest college events of the year. This is my life now. I drag myself from place to place and fall asleep at all of them. No, I do not have mono. I have too much work, not enough rest. I'm the girl who went to bed at 9:30 pm in high school. Not because I had a curfew or weird bedroom, but because I needed that time to rest, pray, and get my head on straight. Now 9:30 is when the homework starts. What is this life?!

How did I get into this mess you ask?  Simple. It all started when I decided I should probably go to college so that I have money to succeed if I don't meet some rich tycoon to take care of me. I don't think of myself as stupid, so I went for pharmacy. Half way through the first semester, I got a job! Yay job! I now don't have to bother my parents about money or have them pay for any of my expenses/education. I started working 15 hours and life was a breeze. Second semester starts, Biology, Chem and Calculus happen. I'm in a total of 18 credit hours, because I need to be taking a certain class in order to qualify for a scholarship I applied for. I decide to take 8 am classes, so I can work more in order to pay for that additional 3 hours I need (each class is 890 dollars at this oh so great school of mine). So basically, I work a lot to pay for classes that I sleep through because i'm so tired from working. After that, I have to go to study sessions, because I'm not getting anything in class then get tired again and sleep through class the next day. Then on top of it all, I need to lose weight. There are 3 days as week I can go to the gym. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (assuming I don't fall asleep on the bike or chose to go to a social event I could sleep through).

Oh and Valentines Day is tomorrow. All alone.

Today's Ash Wednesday, and I can't go to church because I have work followed by bio study session. I hate missing this service. :(

This ain't a rap song, this is my life. BOOM!


song of the day: Worlds Greatest by R. Kelly (When you have a day like mine, you need some cheesy inspiration.)

quote of the day: My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return. 
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/topics/topic_hope.html#jy6wZU5mLf83uQrk.99  

- Maya Angelou