A day in my life IV, xposted to adiml
Hello, I'm Amanda, 22, from Columbia, South Carolina. I work for the University of South Carolina in the International Student Services office. This was my Saturday, January 31, 2009.
The first thing I see when I finally decide to get up.
Good morning! I look pretty rough; I didn't sleep well the night before.
I usually get up on the weekends around this time, sometimes even earlier.
That's what comes of working a day job full time. I can't sleep in anymore. T_T
Call my dad to see whether he'll be around today, as I was hoping to go home and wash my filthy car.
He confirms that he will, and then goes on to ramble about very boring things for quite some time.
Take a shower.
My hair never wants to cooperate.
Lotionize with my most favorite lotion (St. Ives Collagen Elastin)
My outfit für den Tag.
Take care of smelling good and so on.
GO COCKS! COCKS COCKS COCKS! Ha, that gets abused so much around here (our mascot is a gamecock, you see).
Eat some breakfast. It makes me feel just like the dude on the front of the box.
Chow down, spill half of it on the floor.
I pick everything up, and then get distracted by something I hear on the TV. I can't remember what it was anymore.
A time check after some dilly-dallying and blow drying of hair.
I contemplate life for awhile...
...then decide on a pair of shoes to wear. Normally I wear flip flops every day even if it's freezing or raining,
but I decide that since I'll be washing my car, I should maybe try to prevent prolonged exposure to cold water.
A fine day. It definitely got warmer than the projected high of 50 degrees.
I ended up not wearing a jacket for the rest of the day.
Check my email. Try to figure out who Raed is but figure he's one of my students
(I work with international students for the University of South Carolina) and accept him.
Dad calls to remind me to look for lighter sticks, as he has nearly run out. I write it down
in my Handy Dandy Notebook so that I don't forget what they are.
On my way out, fairly loaded down with my enormous purse and touristy camera bag.
I bear it all with a fake smile.
See how gross my car is?
On the road! Shortly after this picture, I ran over an already dead animal.
I feel awful, especially as my car murdered 3 mockingbirds and a snake within two weeks of me buying it.
Break on through to the other side (of town) to go to Wally World.
They do not have said lighter sticks, so I leave in defeat.
I decide to take a different way home because I'm sick of taking 378. I decide on Highway 48.
It goes through some beautiful farmland (can you believe how blue the sky is??).
Get on 601 south. I've only got about 25 minutes left.
I'm home! No picture of my house or anything because I forgot. But here is my Dad, talking not to me,
his youngest daughter who has not been home in over a month, but his precious cat.
To be fair, he was fussing at her for taking a dirt bath and getting dirt all over his desk.
She took it in great stride.
Only my dad would vacuum a desk.
The prodigal daughter!
Wait, that's better.
Alarmingly, my dad has become very much like an old person. He's taken up bird watching,
for instance, and now wears shoes with velcro straps instead of laces.
My darling Kitty, the true love of my life.
Dad became a member of ETV (note his eyeglass straps...frightening), but found the restrictions on
dining out with the little free dining card so confusing that he decided we should go to Subway instead.
I get my usual (unhealthy) sandwich, a spicy Italian.
There, you can see how dirty my poor car is.
"You're showing your butt to the world," Dad kindly informs me after he took this picture.
Although I spend almost an hour washing the stupid thing, Dad decides
that I did a terrible job and tells me to go to an automatic car wash anyway.
So we go, and I act very immaturely the whole time. I love car washes.
We run some other errands while we're out and about, and end up back at home around 5:20.
Check out our stylin' NC clock (although we don't live there anymore).
Eat some candy hearts. The serving tray they're on is one my mom brought with her
when she left Korea, and it says: "Future of Children is Filled With Beautiful Fancies,"
whatever THAT means.
I am really mature.
I rummage in the closet in my old room and find these gems!
I then decide to roast marshmallows on the stove, since Dad didn't feel like starting a fire.
They were DECLICIOUS.
Man, my bass is so loud it shook the camera. Ha. Ha. Ha.
I get home exactly one hour later and change into my super cool pajamas.
Start on my puzzle. I always do the sky first; I don't know why.
Wash my face. I'm attempting to not be gross and wash it every night before bed,
but sometimes I'm too lazy.
I love this stuff! I highly recommend it.
Brush my teeth and so on. All clean!
Pick out something to wear for church.
Set my alarm for 7:30. I like to have lots of time to get ready in the mornings.
Send my semi-boyfriend a good night text. He works nights and I work days, so
we don't usually see each other that often.
Upload some really old pictures onto Flickr, so I can get ready to upload today's pictures on there later.
Receive a text back.
Hit the sack at 10:47. And though it looks uncomfortable, I really do sleep that way!
The first thing I see when I finally decide to get up.
Good morning! I look pretty rough; I didn't sleep well the night before.
I usually get up on the weekends around this time, sometimes even earlier.
That's what comes of working a day job full time. I can't sleep in anymore. T_T
Call my dad to see whether he'll be around today, as I was hoping to go home and wash my filthy car.
He confirms that he will, and then goes on to ramble about very boring things for quite some time.
Take a shower.
My hair never wants to cooperate.
Lotionize with my most favorite lotion (St. Ives Collagen Elastin)
My outfit für den Tag.
Take care of smelling good and so on.
GO COCKS! COCKS COCKS COCKS! Ha, that gets abused so much around here (our mascot is a gamecock, you see).
Eat some breakfast. It makes me feel just like the dude on the front of the box.
Chow down, spill half of it on the floor.
I pick everything up, and then get distracted by something I hear on the TV. I can't remember what it was anymore.
A time check after some dilly-dallying and blow drying of hair.
I contemplate life for awhile...
...then decide on a pair of shoes to wear. Normally I wear flip flops every day even if it's freezing or raining,
but I decide that since I'll be washing my car, I should maybe try to prevent prolonged exposure to cold water.
A fine day. It definitely got warmer than the projected high of 50 degrees.
I ended up not wearing a jacket for the rest of the day.
Check my email. Try to figure out who Raed is but figure he's one of my students
(I work with international students for the University of South Carolina) and accept him.
Dad calls to remind me to look for lighter sticks, as he has nearly run out. I write it down
in my Handy Dandy Notebook so that I don't forget what they are.
On my way out, fairly loaded down with my enormous purse and touristy camera bag.
I bear it all with a fake smile.
See how gross my car is?
On the road! Shortly after this picture, I ran over an already dead animal.
I feel awful, especially as my car murdered 3 mockingbirds and a snake within two weeks of me buying it.
Break on through to the other side (of town) to go to Wally World.
They do not have said lighter sticks, so I leave in defeat.
I decide to take a different way home because I'm sick of taking 378. I decide on Highway 48.
It goes through some beautiful farmland (can you believe how blue the sky is??).
Get on 601 south. I've only got about 25 minutes left.
I'm home! No picture of my house or anything because I forgot. But here is my Dad, talking not to me,
his youngest daughter who has not been home in over a month, but his precious cat.
To be fair, he was fussing at her for taking a dirt bath and getting dirt all over his desk.
She took it in great stride.
Only my dad would vacuum a desk.
The prodigal daughter!
Wait, that's better.
Alarmingly, my dad has become very much like an old person. He's taken up bird watching,
for instance, and now wears shoes with velcro straps instead of laces.
My darling Kitty, the true love of my life.
Dad became a member of ETV (note his eyeglass straps...frightening), but found the restrictions on
dining out with the little free dining card so confusing that he decided we should go to Subway instead.
I get my usual (unhealthy) sandwich, a spicy Italian.
There, you can see how dirty my poor car is.
"You're showing your butt to the world," Dad kindly informs me after he took this picture.
Although I spend almost an hour washing the stupid thing, Dad decides
that I did a terrible job and tells me to go to an automatic car wash anyway.
So we go, and I act very immaturely the whole time. I love car washes.
We run some other errands while we're out and about, and end up back at home around 5:20.
Check out our stylin' NC clock (although we don't live there anymore).
Eat some candy hearts. The serving tray they're on is one my mom brought with her
when she left Korea, and it says: "Future of Children is Filled With Beautiful Fancies,"
whatever THAT means.
I am really mature.
I rummage in the closet in my old room and find these gems!
I then decide to roast marshmallows on the stove, since Dad didn't feel like starting a fire.
They were DECLICIOUS.
Man, my bass is so loud it shook the camera. Ha. Ha. Ha.
I get home exactly one hour later and change into my super cool pajamas.
Start on my puzzle. I always do the sky first; I don't know why.
Wash my face. I'm attempting to not be gross and wash it every night before bed,
but sometimes I'm too lazy.
I love this stuff! I highly recommend it.
Brush my teeth and so on. All clean!
Pick out something to wear for church.
Set my alarm for 7:30. I like to have lots of time to get ready in the mornings.
Send my semi-boyfriend a good night text. He works nights and I work days, so
we don't usually see each other that often.
Upload some really old pictures onto Flickr, so I can get ready to upload today's pictures on there later.
Receive a text back.
Hit the sack at 10:47. And though it looks uncomfortable, I really do sleep that way!