Ever since moving to college I have learned to be a very independent, self-motivated, and accomplished young woman. And then I came home.
Has anyone else realized that upon coming home for the summer/Christmas break/that break in the springtime that BYU refuses to grant its sleep and sun deprived students, etc., no matter how great of a person you have become outside of the walls of your childhood habitation, you suddenly act 16 years old again?
Maybe I'm the only one experiencing this. It's always been bearable, as I've just come home for no more than two weeks at a time between semesters, etc. However, this summer I have decided no more of this educating myself during the summer nonsense, I am going home to eat my momma's food and watch free satellite! Well, actually my plan was to come home, learn to sew, learn to play the organ, stay in shape, eat healthy, socialize well in my singles ward, go to institute, earn some money at a fabulous summer job, etc.
The only problem is, my plan is not working out so well, no, not well at all. The problem really lies in the fact that my 16 year old self would never be able to stick to that plan. I mean, 21 and a half year old me, perfect plan! Make some to-do lists and go at it. Sadly, the 16 year old me would just end up watching a lot of TV, eating too much chocolate, being completely unsuccessful in landing a summer job, and mostly just stay home and avoid the whole...social scene.
I am determined to not be 16. Determined I tell you. Therefore I have brought a 21 and a half year old technique to 16 year old land and have decided to use it as a weapon against chocolate, satellite TV, and a fridge full of food that I didn't buy. That's right, Google Tasks! So when I'm at school I make these amazing task lists on Google Calendar. I usually do it with my school assignments, because when you finish it you click on it and draws a line through it and it is thoroughly satisfying. Thoroughly. Therefore, I have broken up my lofty summer goals into daily tasks, and put them into lists for each day.
Impressed?
You should be.
Do you believe in me?
You probably shouldn't. But you could at least pretend to, so that I feel like this is going somewhere.
5 comments:
Well, good luck!!
I totally understand what you mean! This happens to me every time I go home, which is why I decided to stay at school for most of this summer. I always go home with good intentions, but... you know. Good luck! I believe in you, especially with this google planning business. Sounds legit.
OH, and I found your blog via facebook. Yes, I am a creeper.
Oooh, this google thing I am going to have to try. It DOES sound fulfilling. (Ryan's Yoda dialect rubs off on me more than I'd like to admit). You know, if you ever need to, you can take an exciting 3 hour trip to Idaho. I know some people there that would love to entertain you.
What's really bad is when you have three kids and a husband and then move to mom's and act like your 16 year old self.
Lynette are you here for the summer without telling me!? Well we had better see each other at a social function which I know you will be at because you have a list and that should be on it :) jk. I want to see you though, I need to laugh.
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