::Work, Work, Work...::

Well, I used to put scriptures... back when I was good at reading them and being spiritual and stuff...

I've been rereading the story of Joseph of Egypt.  It's one of my favorite scripture stories because you actually know why the awful things happen to Joseph.  It's not as easy to see in our own lives--at least not at the time it's happening.  Poor Joseph.  I don't know about you, but I'd probably feel pretty abandoned if I was thrown in a pit, sold as a slave, accused of being an adulterer, thrown in prison... separated from my parents for thirteen years or so... Yeah.  Not so fun.  But God obviously had a purpose for him, and a reason that all those things were allowed to happen.

Sleeping Mathematics
 
So I'm still trying to figure out when I might run into not having enough sleep troubles...  Mostly, from what I figure, I usually don't lost more than a few hours of sleep after the days I work.  Which isn't really too bad, I don't think...  Because, you get tired in a lot less time when you start your day late.  It's very true that you rest better at night.  I mean, I'm fine.  I get plenty of rest and sleep, but I can tell the difference between a normal schedule and an owl schedule.

I feel kinda jittery in the morning when I finally get to sleep.  My mind's alert, but my body's like a sluggish kind of spazzy.

I would like to testify to the truth of this phrase: Early to bed, and early to rise, makes a man healthy and wealthy and wise.

(Does that mean: late to bed and late to rise, makes a man unhealthy and unwealthy and dumb?)

So I worked this morning, 8-4, because there is so little hope in the world for me and getting jobs and enough money to actually go to school or move out again...  And I was like trying my hardest to figure this out--I got two and a half hours of sleep before church, and then I went to sleep at like 8:30 and slept for about eight and a half hours and worked for eight hours, and then I slept for a few more hours before work tonight...

So... I guess that mean I got my Sunday rest covered, which leaves like five hours of sleep for today--hey!  That's a lot better than I thought!  Cool.  Except for... it's really weird and confusing sleeping off and on like that.

Don't worry.  I can sleep as long as I need this happy Tuesday morning cuz I told BBSI I couldn't come in 8-4.  Haha.  They wouldn't like that.  I would not be able to stay awake that long...

Beky's Valentines Day

So, most years I hate Valentines Day, and on occasional years I get all into it and make stupid Valentines... Did that again this year, even though I vowed not to the last time I stayed up all night and made a ton of Valentines in High School... and everyone threw them away...


But I made them again this year.  I also threw a "party" on Saturday night and invited like twelve people... three of which came because honestly not that many people don't have a date on Valentines Day... and not that many people like me... so they don't come to my parties...

At first when I start making a valentine I'm all filled with love and goodwill for the person I'm making it for--but by the time I finish making my valentine--I hate 'em!  So, truly, if I don't make you a Valentine, you're one of the people I love the most.  No joke.  Next year, my valentines are gonna be black, purple, green, and orange--and they're gonna have skeletons and hearts bleeding with arrows shot through them...  teeheehee.

Probably not.  Because by next year I might be filled with love and goodwill again so I'll probably do my pink unicorn and rainbow heart cards and then go through a black period where I want to DESTROY things...

Like those pretty flowers that aren't mine...

Jk.  I wouldn't want to hurt little innocent flowers...

Not really...

Bathroom Break

Some of the girls have to be woken up to go to the bathroom.  Last time I went to wake up (alias:) Annie, she was like, "I don't need to go."

So I just stood there for a couple minutes... Uh...  Now what?  With a younger girl, I'd be like, "Go anyways."  But when it's an older girl you can't really argue with, "I don't need to go"--because they probably really don't need to go!  So, finally, my dumb mind comes to a conclusion: "All right.  Can I wake you up later?"  I don't wanna try and force someone to go to the bathroom, but I'd feel really bad if she had an accident...

Tonight was fun.  I hate waking people up.  Worst. Thing. Ever.

"Annie?"

No response.

"Hey, Annie?"

No response.

I come a little closer.  "Hey, Annie?  Annie? ... Hey, Annie, hey?  Annie?  Annie?  ... Hey, Annie?"

I shine the light by her face and I'm like... I don't wanna shake her...

Annie opens her eyes.

"Hey, Annie.  You need to get up."

"What?"

"You needa get up to go to the bathroom."

"No!" she says, and turns over.

Uh....  Yeah.  That's probably what I'd say too...  That's actually what I do tell my body when I wake up and need to go to the bathroom: "Noooooo!  Hold it a while!  I'm tired!"

Me:  "It'll only take a minute..."

Turns over.  "Ok."  She gets up.  Phewf.  My work is done for the moment.