A normal day, I suppose.

Today was one of those days that feels special but it really isn't, it's just settling back into normal routines after a little bit of a blip in routine.

It was a pretty average day but my eyeliner applied beautifully so I started the day in a good albeit frivolous mood. School went somewhat normally but I kept running around in attempts to find my English teacher so I could sign off on my World lit paper to be sent away.

My law class was in the gym due to exams occurring in our usual space and the bleachers weren't built for anyone to sit on for even close to an hour. I seem to inherently hate being in gyms for any reason- a sort of PTSD from a childhood of being forced to have gym class four days a week with intensely competitive kids who lived and breathed for peewee hockey.

My shift at work was pretty normal. I had some good conversations with some regulars, especially as my good mood persisted and I gave some drinks on the house. One of our regulars has a giant collection of free Starbucks coupons that expire on Friday and during my shift, he came in twice and made a round of strangers in the store to spread a few of the 50+ coupons he has remaining. Our manager will probably pissed by the amount of drinks that went unpaid for tonight. I suppose it's my small revenge for her ordering t-shirts for us with a half naked siren on them. My conservative upbringing didn't prepare me to serve coffee wearing a shirt portraying a mythical creature with very human, very exposed boobs.

It's only Monday but it feels like a Thursday and I'm really not prepared for this week.
Hearts,
Julianne

Sundays, fun days.

I'm adjusting to working Sunday afternoons. At first I hated it because since we close at 5:30pm instead of 9:30pm like usual and everything feels slightly disconcerting. It doesn't help that there are huge rushes in the early afternoon of everyone, their five kids and their elderly parents. However, it's usually dead by 4pm. Sundays have gotten better with the introduction of Missy and I's "#dancethewhiteaway" closing parties. As soon as there's no one left in the store, she tells me sad/hilarious stories about her love life and we find a good playlist (aka not the 'Josh Groban's greatest hits' one) to dance and sing along to unashamedly while closing. Today, I mopped to a playlist featuring "Rehab" and "Put Your Records On." I also make bad puns while she tells me I'm the worst person. Life can be taken slightly less seriously on Sunday afternoons.

My job is kind of nice when I'm not colossally stressed about school. The food service industry is kind of cute.
Hearts,
Julianne

The unfamiliar feeling of not being tense.

Today after handing in my World lit paper*, finishing and sending away my admissions essay for King's and finally doing my practice IB English oral commentary, I felt something I haven't felt in a while: room to breathe. I've been struggling under a constant avalanche of work since the start of the year and it feels good to finally see something come to a conclusion. Especially so many things in one day, the same day that I get over my cold. I'm not wading through stress, mental strain and self doubt for a change.

Tomorrow, I have things to do but then I have the evening off. I can curl up and do things that aren't school related. I'm determined to create a napping playlist for a time in the distant future when the opportunity arises to take a nap. That probably won't happen for a while because work has robbed me of my ideal Sunday afternoon nap slot.

One week until March break! My family is going to NYC for a few days and damn I'm excited. I've been to London, Amsterdam, Nairobi and Reykjavik but not NYC a mere 10 hours drive away. I really really like cities and in three years the only big city I've been to is Boston.

* World Literature is an IB paper that was started in October and has since endured two thoroughly criticized drafts before the final copy that finally gets sent away for real marking. It's such a infamously grueling paper that when we hand in the final copy our teacher gives us a high five and a timbit. It isn't easy to get an IB teacher to 'a high five and timbits' levels of sympathy.
Hearts,
-J-

A point form list of things 2.0

• I'm adjusting to life after the yearbook crunch. Lunch hours are a thing and during class I actually work on that class.
• I wasn't joking when I said yearbook owned my soul for a few weeks because the last two weeks are a blur and I don't think I've socialized more than twice. I pass people in the hallways and I feel reunited with them. My face is significantly less frazzled.
• I'm procrastinating from revising my World Literature paper for IB for the last time. I need to make it more thorough while cutting 156 words and this process is going to maim me to some degree.
• It doesn't help that I have a sinus headache from not being able to breathe through my nose. My entire body hurts from coughing and sneezing my way through the past few days.
• I'm currently witnessing my youth leader live tweet youth group because I'm too sick to go tonight.
• I haven't been to the library for a really long time and that makes me sad. I also need to check out some books on the Hitler Youth for a history project. 
• I really want to go to bed but this damned essay and it's only 8. I can probably make it through at least two paragraphs tonight.
• I want to go to the coffee house tomorrow because funny things happen. I also want to convince Alan to do stupid things in front of an audience. Last one I got him to read this poem in front of several dozen people as I consider it my revenge upon him for being a bitch ass hoe sometimes. I'm awful.
• I voted for myself today for my school's Chamber of Representatives, which is student council's fancy way of making people feel obligated to show up to meetings so they can have the required number of people to vote on finances. I don't know why I volunteered to be nominated but I think it was mostly me trying to prove to myself that I can get democratically elected for something. Narcissistic asshole FTW. But I guess I'll care and stuff.  
• My law class on a good day contains about five intelligent beings. The teacher is fantastic but his classes unfortunately attract a disproportionately large amount of burnouts. I get 'randomly' selected often when he needs someone to state an intelligent opinion. The class makes me feel above average for a change- a perk of taking some non-IB courses. Again, my ego benefits. 

Hearts,
-J-