Ugh. I've just been making a lot of noises and audible, incoherent thoughts. I was put in the position where I needed to be somewhat social and couldn't figure out how to effectively communicate without someone thinking I had an extra chromosome. That's my perspective anyway.
Let's start at the beginning of the week, when I was functioning more effectively as a human being. Remembering what I did is taking much more effort than I realized. There were some classes in there, and my internship where I was given more tasks that I hope I have time to complete in the next four weeks. I have a feeling 16 hours a week is going to be closer to over 20. Oh no there weren't classes. I skipped Monday to spend the day in Louisville and then on Wednesday we attended Social Work Day on the Hill.
I volunteered to help out with Social Work Day on the Hill, held by the NASW Tennessee chapter, and ended up getting there at 6 am to help set up. This is where the brain damage began. I got about three solid hours of sleep and then spent most of the day on my feet trying to help in whatever way I could. I also was able to sit in on a session in the general assembly with the Senate. I ended up shaking my head for a chunk of it and then got back to the festivities. I left there after helping to clean up thinking that I would go home and relax. Instead I decided to go study so after driving all the way home to get my books I headed to the cafe. Instead of making it there my tire blew out and I spent the next two hours dealing with changing it and purchasing an expensive new tire. After failing to jack up my car because the jack malfunctioned (bent in half) I had to call AAA to come help. I got done just in time to go babysit for a few hours then study. Cut to getting about 4 hours of sleep the next day, going to my internship and then doing it again on Friday I was a sleep deprived jerk.
Friday began the moped rally festivities here in Nashville. This is the very same rally that I went to this time last year and met Jason. Needless to say Friday didn't go as planned for J or I and I ended up at the dive in Hermitage and picked him up after midnight. Saturday was a bit more successful and after dropping him off to do his nerdy moped things I got some school work done and went to watch the UK/U of L game at Edgefield's in East Nashville. We watched the game, drank beer and waited around for the party at the garage to start. Once we got back to the garage after a few excursions things were getting underway. It was the typical moped rally with beer, skinny jeans, tattoos, exhaust fumes and other undesirable smells. I guess I need to get used to it. I watched people get drunk super early and stumble around. I made an effort to be social, mostly I talked to people I already knew and went through the motions of the obligatory introductions while wandering with J. I had a conversation about the difference between Northern and Southern girls. It was determined that girls from Michigan are definitely the coolest. I just continued being socially awkward and feeling uncomfortable while trying to make conversation. Overall I think it was a good time. Later while talking about it with my sisters boyfriend we differentiated moped gangs from motorcycle clubs. I equated mopeds to sounding like lawnmowers and decided that moped gangs are a sweeter, nicer version of motor cycle clubs. As far as I know there isn't any drug running or street warfare.
The sleep deprivation continues. It's also keeping me from finishing a paper that is due tomorrow. I keep getting distracted and watching people. I'm a creeper.
No news on next year's internships though I started applying for summer jobs in Louisville. I guess we'll see what happens. The universe is teaching me patience or how give myself an ulcer, I haven't decided.
Four more weeks. Four. I may vomit. Or go all hulk on something with all this bottled up anxiety. RAWR.
Have a good week, I just hope I survive.
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