Epic day is epic

[Beskar]

6:45am - Awake, Shower, Shave, Brush Teeth, Clothes etc.
7:15am - Glass of Orange Juice, out the door.
7:30am - Work
3pm - Lunch during sanctioned un-paid break.
4pm - Work
8pm - Head Home
8:30 pm - Turn on computer, Get changed into house casual clothes, browse Org, and other things.
9:30 pm - Posting this message.

[DemonArchangel]

6:00 a.m: Wake up. Realize it's too early. Go back to sleep.
6:15 a.m: Oh crap, no it's not too early. Get up out of bed. Fall asleep in the hallway to bathroom for another 15 minutes.
6:30 a.m: Shower, shave, get dressed.
6:50 a.m: Cook breakfast.
7:20 a.m: Eat breakfast, leave dishes in sink until I get back
7:30 a.m: Brush teeth, mouthwash, head out to first job in business development office.
7:50 a.m: Get stuck in traffic jam.
8:20 a.m: Another traffic jam.
8:40 a.m: 7 car accident with multiple fatalities shuts down road for a long time until they can clear the accident. Repress urge to murder surviving family members of the people killed in the accident. Simultaneously thank the gods that I didn't wake up 15 minutes earlier because that would be my rapidly cooling corpse they'd be loading into the ambulance.
9:00 a.m: Notice that I'm late for work.
9:30 a.m: Show up at work half an hour late. Moan to co-workers about traffic. Make pathetic excuse for boss. Notice that a normally 40 minute commute took two hours.
10:00 a.m: Start working after 4 cups of morning coffee and reading the newspaper and several webcomics.
12:00 p.m: Relax after 2 hours of frantic report typing and email volleys back and forth. Get lunch. Take lunch back to desk to continue working.
4:00 p.m: Finish typing report, email to boss. If the pill popping type (I'm not), pop half a bottle of Xanax to defuse the insane amounts of anxiety in your system.
4:30 p.m: Random websurfing.
5:00 p.m: Tense conference call with boss and investors. Really tense. Wish badly for Xanax, booze and grass. Make otherwise critical, deal-breaking faux pas that the investors fortunately find to be quirky and hilarious. Thank the gods again for saving you again.
5:45 p.m: Head to second job in concert promotion.
7:00 p.m: Get to venue. Listen to self-purported rock stars talk about how not all the terms in their contracts were fulfilled. Tell artists to go vigorously copulate with themselves and threaten not to pay them at all if they don't go on. I don't care if there were brown M&Ms in your dressing room. The sound is fine, we have a paying audience and you can get free booze from the bar. Argue with artist for at least 30 minutes.
9:00 p.m: Opening act finally goes on. They suck, the audience is restless and many threaten to leave unless the headliner goes on.
12:30 a.m: Headliner finally goes on (after an additional half hour delay so that the bassist can do cocaine in the venue's bathrooms).
2:30 a.m: Repeated requests by the audience for encores means that a 30 minute set took 2+ hours. Throw headliners out of venue. Count door tickets and take your cut. Go home.
3:30 a.m: Get back home, shower and eat dinner.
4:00 a.m: Sleep, you have to wake up in two hours at 6.

[Rhyfelwyr]

Average weeday for me (save Thursday when I go to Uni), is:

12:30 pm - get up
12:30-2:00 - breakfast, shower etc
2:00-3:00 - read/study
3:00-4:30 - eat lunch while watching Diagnosis Murder (until they changed it recently ), now I must settle for the Five afternoon movie
4:30-5:30 - various chores, ironing, dishes etc
5:30-7:00 - browse org/read/study
7:00-7:30 - main part of my dinner
7:30-9:00 - browse org/read/study
9:00-10:00 - supplement my dinner with bread and stuff which I do for some reason, while watching usually CSI, the Mentalist, whatever
10:00-1:00 am - browse org/browse other forums/read/study, yeah I'm running late tonight
1:00-2:30 - have supper, watch TV, sometimes DVD's of Monk or whatever

Ha! I feel like I am living the benefits lifestyle not being at Uni, I get two hours teaching a week for my final year of 'full time' education.

[pevergreen]

Wednesday-Sunday
~11:00 wake up
6:30 dinner
2:30 sleep

Yeah, thats pretty much it.

[Strike For The South]

6:00 a.m: Wake up. Realize it's too early. Go back to sleep.
6:15 a.m: Oh crap, no it's not too early. Get up out of bed. Fall asleep in the hallway to bathroom for another 15 minutes.
6:30 a.m: Shower, shave, get dressed.
6:50 a.m: Cook breakfast.
7:20 a.m: Eat breakfast, leave dishes in sink until I get back
7:30 a.m: Brush teeth, mouthwash, head out to first job in business development office.
7:50 a.m: Get stuck in traffic jam.
8:20 a.m: Another traffic jam.
8:40 a.m: 7 car accident with multiple fatalities shuts down road for a long time until they can clear the accident. Repress urge to murder surviving family members of the people killed in the accident. Simultaneously thank the gods that I didn't wake up 15 minutes earlier because that would be my rapidly cooling corpse they'd be loading into the ambulance.
9:00 a.m: Notice that I'm late for work.
9:30 a.m: Show up at work half an hour late. Moan to co-workers about traffic. Make pathetic excuse for boss. Notice that a normally 40 minute commute took two hours.
10:00 a.m: Start working after 4 cups of morning coffee and reading the newspaper and several webcomics.
12:00 p.m: Relax after 2 hours of frantic report typing and email volleys back and forth. Get lunch. Take lunch back to desk to continue working.
4:00 p.m: Finish typing report, email to boss. If the pill popping type (I'm not), pop half a bottle of Xanax to defuse the insane amounts of anxiety in your system.
4:30 p.m: Random websurfing.
5:00 p.m: Tense conference call with boss and investors. Really tense. Wish badly for Xanax, booze and grass. Make otherwise critical, deal-breaking faux pas that the investors fortunately find to be quirky and hilarious. Thank the gods again for saving you again.
5:45 p.m: Head to second job in concert promotion.
7:00 p.m: Get to venue. Listen to self-purported rock stars talk about how not all the terms in their contracts were fulfilled. Tell artists to go vigorously copulate with themselves and threaten not to pay them at all if they don't go on. I don't care if there were brown M&Ms in your dressing room. The sound is fine, we have a paying audience and you can get free booze from the bar. Argue with artist for at least 30 minutes.
9:00 p.m: Opening act finally goes on. They suck, the audience is restless and many threaten to leave unless the headliner goes on.
12:30 a.m: Headliner finally goes on (after an additional half hour delay so that the bassist can do cocaine in the venue's bathrooms).
2:30 a.m: Repeated requests by the audience for encores means that a 30 minute set took 2+ hours. Throw headliners out of venue. Count door tickets and take your cut. Go home.
3:30 a.m: Get back home, shower and eat dinner.
4:00 a.m: Sleep, you have to wake up in two hours at 6.

<3.

[Motep]

6:30 - woke up, whee
7:20 - got out of bed, showered
7:50 - ate pudding
7:54...ish - scrubbed absently at my teeth
8:00 - drove my motorcycle to school
8:05 - barely avoided traffic accident, my bike is bright green, how do they not see it?
8:10 - got to school, proceeded to chain bike to tree
8:20 - walked into the school, complimented rouse on his spuffy hair (spike + puff), hugged Elizabeth
8:30 - AP English. I sat there and talked to megan, antonio, and spuff all hour
9:20 - Asked Megan out with success
9:30 - AP Biology. I had to play with a microscope.
10:25 - AP Calculus. Derivative fun.
11:25 - Japanese. Test from hell. I think I got an A, though.
12:20 - Lunch. I kicked ass at rummy. But I didnt eat anything...
12:45 - Creative Writing. I wrote a poem while ignoring the teacher.
13:40 - Economics. Easiest class ever. I pretty much just made wise-ass comments the whole time.
14:35 - Physics. I got to play with toys. And measure their velocity...
15:30 - I went home, traffic was a bitch.
16:00 - Got home, took a nap immediately
16:50 - I woke up, and was immediately angry with my dog for eating my left shoe.
17:00 - Started cooking food for my family. (Mother at work, sister is sick, step father is sick)
18:00 - Proceeded to stuff my face with loads of mashed potatoes and steak. Mmm....steak. My sick family got soup.
18:30 - Went on computer, turned a canadian Shimeji into a purple blob.
18:40 - Started talking to Amanda on skype
19:00 - Called megan, no luck. She was/is at hockey game
21:00 - Org, finished making blob after little attention spent
22:09 - Right now, still skyping, and my ass hurts from sitting. I should run, but I dont feel like it.
EDIT
22:20 - ran for a bit
23:00 - back to puter, talked to amanda again
0:24 - going to bed

[Megas Methuselah]

Smoke weed all day and pimp all night.

[Prussian to the Iron]

hgrty gtert ytyutg

[Megas Methuselah]

1700-1800-sing sad songs as I think about everything I should've done but didn't because I was too scared

Yeah, those regrets stay with you for life, little man. What do you do about it? Get out of the house, hang out with your friends, get it off your mind. Eventually you'll grow out of it.



Look at it this way: you are a tree. Then, due to a troublesome situation, you lose a branch. You'll never get it back. But the experience will shape who you are to become. You're gonna keep on growing, growing, growing large and great. That branch that was cut off will never grow, but the growth is concentrated in other branches. It will shape who you are, but you'll grow past it and become a wiser person for it.

So, get out and have some fun. You're in high school, it's what you should be doing. And don't invest so much emotion in any girls at your age. Just smile and laugh it all off.

We're all destined for great things, to each our own. Take heart in this, and enjoy life.