This shift is bananas! (b-a-n-a-n-a-s).

I have never been an "early morning" riser.

Waking up anytime before 11 am is NOT my idea of a good time, so when I willingly switched some of my days to morning shift (7 am), I knew it would be a difficult transition. I just wasn't aware of HOW difficult it would be.

First of all, I can no longer wear "comfy" pajamas to bed on days I have to be up early, because comfy pajamas make me want to sleep all damn day. I cannot take advantage of the snooze button, I actually broke it from using it too much. My breakfast now consists of my head resting in the bowl of cereal. My showers now have to be super-quick to ensure I dont fall asleep standing up. My clothes MUST be laid out the night before, because God knows I can't find ANYTHING to wear at 5:30 in the morning.

After my morning routine, I walk outside to my car, and for some reason, it's still dark out! What happened to my shining sun and chirping birds? I guess they're not awake yet, either.

When I finally get on the road, I pull out of my driveway and traffic is at a dead stop. It takes me 45 minutes to get to work, NOT the 20 minutes I am used to. Where the hell is everyone going? Why can't they all just go back to bed?

When I eventually get to work, I realize that I look like trash and have bags under my eyes, and I can't complete a coherent sentence. I make grunting sounds and yawn a lot. I get strange looks and no one wants to talk to me. I think "miserable" would be a good term to use for this situation.

I'll work for about 2 hours and I'm fine. My work is getting done, and I'm "civil" to people. But something happens to me during my 3rd hour; I feel sleepy again, and I basically inject caffeine into my bloodstream to keep me awake. This cycle will continue throughout my entire shift, until eventually it's quittin time. I leave work, drive home, and jump in bed for naptime until around 9 or 10 pm, when I inevitably wake up and want to have a party. I'll jump online, write myspace blogs (like this one), and then twiddle my thumbs until I force myself to go BACK to sleep at 1 or 2 am. I get a few hours of sleep before I wake up and do it all again the next day.

So when you come to my work at 7 am, all smiley and excited to be alive, don't be surprised when I punch you in the face.

Spring

TOP TEN REASONS I CAN'T WAIT FOR SPRING!

1. No more snowboots! (Even though my snowboots are ADORABLE in my opinion). I will no doubt be borrowing my moms strappy sandals more than once.

2. Going to the beach! (But i no longer have a beach to call my own..... I need a new beach! Where is a good one that's not TOO far of a drive?)

3. Going for walks outside. I'm really itching to get out there and start doing my 2 miles again! WOOO!

4. Wearing less clothes. I'm still not one for tank tops..... but my winter coat REALLY needs to take a little nap.

5. New spring fashions. I'm not much of a "fashionista", but it's still fun to see what all the sexy cool kids are wearing "this season".

6. Sitting and/or laying in the sun. Although I do have a "casper-like" complexion, and the minute the sun hits my bare skin I get boiled like a lobster. During this time period, my dad calls me "Tomato Girl".

7. Driving with the car windows down. I love it!

8. Serotonin. I'm addicted to the "feel good" emotion that comes only from being out in the sunlight and feeling the spring breeze.

9. Bars are simply more fun with friends starting to come home from college.

10. Going on vacation ANYWHERE warm and beautiful.

Can you believe I had to cut out a bunch of things? Spring CANNOT get here fast enough for me!

Fall down and go boom.

If you know me well enough, you probably know that i dont like going to hospitals. They creep me out. They always have, they always will. Where else can you find birth and death in the same place, just one floor apart? Maybe i should start from the beginning... or maybe not, since no one reads my blogs anyway, but for my own peace of mind, i guess i'll start from the beginning.

Ok, we're going back a little bit. A few years ago i fell down a flight of stairs like a moron and sprained my ankle. It sucked. I was on crutches for what seemed like forever. This happened to me RIGHT before my best friends wedding, which sucked even more. It was just one big suckfest.

Last night, i was standing around at work, and my ankle just kinda gave up on me. It decided it didn't want to have anything to do with the rest of my body and it flopped around like a fish. It kinda sent me flying, which luckily no one saw, and i didn't really think anything of it. It hurt a little, but once again, I'm a moron, and i continued walking on it for the rest of the evening. A few hours went by and i was soon in excruciating pain. After i was done at work, i hobbled to my car, drove home, hobbled to my house, and then crawled into bed with 2 Aleves. I guess i just hoped it would go away.

Well it didn't. Morning came, and it still hurt, so i hobbled to the doctors office. I dont find it very promising when the doctor says, "You know, I'm just not quite sure what you did.....". He then scares me with all KINDS of things that could be wrong with it. Chipped bones, ankle sprain, foot sprain, tendons, whatever. So off to the hospital for x-rays i go.

I get to the hospital, I'm not even there for 5 minutes, and i'm already lost. I somehow made it to the second floor where all i see is old ladies in beds eating mashed potatoes. It was kind of strange. I found a rude nurse who told me i was on the wrong floor and to hobble my ass back to elevators. I make my way back downstairs, where i then sign in and have to wait for close to an hour. An old woman finally calls my name, takes my information, and sends me to the radiology unit, where i will then wait another 15 minutes. Finally, a guy comes over and identifies himself as a STUDENT, who will be playing with my ankle for the next 20 minutes. Promising!

All in all, it sucked. It was a long day, and all i did was twerk my damn ankle the wrong way. They told me to stay off of it for a while and it would heal itself in a few days. No chipped bones, no sprained crap, no tendons. I almost wish something WAS horribly wrong with me so the day wouldn't have been a total waste. But i got a cool sticker that told everyone i had an x-ray....

As i left the hospital, i got lost leaving the parking lot. Just another day in the life, i suppose.