In through the nose, out through the mouth

Passengers of flight 022007, your captain is speaking a little earlier on in the day than usual because of an unusually high volume of tarea to do over the next three dias, which has avalanched upon me because of the fact that I took a week off school and had been procrastinating well before that. I am about to try and see if I can get a cover at work tonite, even though I adore my job and know I'm losing a triple digit shift, b/c if I don't, I might as well just yank out of school for the remainder of this semester. I chose today's title because the actions are known to scientifically slow one's heart rate down if he/she is under duress or stress, but as much as I keep doing it, I might as well be trying the pant-blow technique of pregnancy because either way, it's not freaking working. My life is jacked up right now because my heart hurts, not because its racing, and my stress level is up because I'm the queen of dragging my feet and letting my emotions manipulate my day's to-do lists, and so, like always, as the master of my own destiny (or disaster as it so currently seems), this is all my fault. Disculpame. I hope to be the largest nerd over the next three days and just eat some adrl's and hope that I crank out copious amounts of reading and work and really nothing else. All of this will be in efforts to return to my normal life routine on Monday at 8 A.M., ready to actually start cranking out productivity again like I know I'm capable of—attending classes and staying on top of my work, running, going to church @ least once a week, being an A-list server @ my job, and finding a place to pencil in my friends, who are of paramount importance in me maintaining my overall well-being. Next week I finally get to start piano lessons as well (my first one falling yesterday, not so great timing-wise) and I just might give in to this zumba craze that's sweeping all of the mundo, or at least has all of the Filipino nation in Terre Haute, Indiana dancing around like former President Imelda Marcos got yet another pair of shoes. But as siempre, we will just have to wait and see what I actually do, in contrast to what I say or want to do.

Random thought of the morning: How did Anoop not make the top 12 of A.Idol? Ugh.

I am foregoing my 60-40 for the moment because I need to get on some Shakespeare and various other bullshit and crank out a couple papers before mid-afternoon, and so I will post it later this evening, when hopefully, cross your fingers, I just might have done 6 positive things on the day that I could actually write about, because I know already that I won't have to wrack my brain later too hard to figure out at least 4 things that I screwed up. At least I'm consistent with some things.

Xoxo to all, and to all a lovely day. Had to reconstruct my normal sign-off. Doesn't flow as well. Have a good one regardless.