don't you go home, don't you leave me here alone.

so i'm exhausted.
i was up until 1230 writing this retarded essay for english.
wanna know what this essay was about?
i'll vent and let you know.

this essay was about men and women's roles in society. and what affects these roles? it is biological or by means of socialization?

my goodness.
we had to research and cite sources. it wouldnt have been so bad if i wasnt such a procrastinator.
but is it really all that bad to want to enjoy a couple hours of doing nothing, instead of constantly running around, never having a moment to not think?
it seems all i do is work. work and work and work some more.
i get up in the morning, go to school. im there til 3, where i promptly go to the dentist office, and guess what? WORK. i work there until seven, where i go home. think thats it? oh no. i go home, stuff my face within a time span of twenty minutes, and rush upstairs to do homework. homework takes me to 10,1030, or sometimes a lottt later. i jump in the shower, and crash in my bed, only to start the process all over again six to seven hours later.

but i have weekends, you say?
most definitely not.
my weekends are even busier than the weekdays.
saturdays i get up, and mow all day.
after i mow, i do homework, and various other chores my mother has for me.
this always seems to take the entire day, and i never have a moment to just sit down and watch television, or play a video game. i never have a moment to just step out into the sun, barefoot, and let the sun's rays warm my skin. i never have a moment to stop and breathe in the fresh air that comes with living as far out in the country as i do.

sundays:
church at eleven. meaning i'm up by nine, leave my house by 10, 1030. i go to church, im there until 12, 1230. after church, depending on what time fall ball starts, i go to the office where i WORK. i do maintenance which involves cleaning out the dispos-a-traps. wanna know what those are?
do you know, when you go to the dentist, where all that nasty spit, blood, and just general shit goes?
duhm duhm duhmmm, INTO THE DISPOS-A-TRAP!
so imagine cleaning that out. with all the plain scummy mouths that come freely associated with living in west virginia, and even worse, clendenin. it's not pleasant.
after i do that, i get to clean the light reflectors! yay! those are those big lights dentists use to light up people's disgusting mouths. where all their spit flies onto, oh yes. thats lovely too.
after that, cleaning the autoclaves and cold sterile; where all those nasty, dirty, plaque-covered instruments go to get cleaned. i bet you understand that's enjoyable, right?

wait, my weekends not over, yet.

after getting covered in that absolutely wonderful stuff, i get to go to softball. and it's not even reall softball. its a timed game, with drop dead time. meaning when times up, games over. we don't play innings, and we don't keep score. we bat everyone around, and theres no going in after three outs. and because it's hosted at our field, we always are the last game. which i dont mind, too much.
i wouldn't even play fall ball if it wasnt for my loyalty to mr. bird. he works his butt off for that field, and people don't care. which is why i continue to play fall ball, even when i complain as much as the next person.

after fall ball, i rush back to the office, shower, throw on some clothes, and finish work from earlier in the day.
after that, i head to church, again. i'm Catholic, you see. and at my age, that means i must be Confirmed. and because my church waited so long to set a date, my classmates/churchmates and i are recieving a crash course in Confimation Classes. this means we meet twice a week, for an hour. not bad you say? not really. but when those classes take place when you'd much rather just go home and become a vegetable on the couch? they're torture. so after softball and work all that joyful fun, i head to church for class at seven. classes are over around 815. that means, because i live so far away, i get home at 845-9. by the time i eat and take care of my pets, its 10. if i haven't finished any homework, i'm up til 1230, as i was last night.

let's just say 6 am came way to early.