When it rains, it pours.

Once again, I'm realizing that cliches are often the only way to accurately describe what is going on. My life right now? When it rains, it pours.

I had this long post written out about how it's "pouring" at work - to follow along with my analogy - but it didn't really describe what's going on. It also made no sense. Point being - I have a lot of work to do and I'm sleep deprived. More work is good, no complaints. But when I get sleep deprived, I get weird. I think the best way to capture the essence of my thought process is to write out a train of thought, so here goes:

I'm listening to Mr. Big "To Be With You." I love this song. It always reminds me of my dad. When I was little, we used to sing and dance to songs whenever I was cranky. Another one was "Summer of 69" which came on the radio today. What a great song. Anyway, there are certain songs that have happy, safe connotations associated with them. God, I sound like a douche. Who uses the word "connotations" when they're this tired? Fucking Wharton. That school is like a poison. Do you know how often I use the word "feedback" now? It's so irritating. Why can't there be another phrase for it... like "tell me if I'm fucking up" or "let me know what you think." There is some other word I use all the time but I can't remember what it is. You know things are heading south when you start to annoy yourself. For example, I used to be a hostess at Perkins (a cheap diner at home) and whenever people walked in, I would say "two?" But I said it really irritatingly, like my voice went up at the end and everything. It was ridiculous.

Annndd now my music has changed. But I don't like it, so I'm changing it again. Much better. "Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop" by Landon Pigg. I am overlooking the fact that his last name is Pigg, because that's just weird. I was going to write a book called "Cafe life" and it's kind of hard to describe.... so I won't. I tried to, and it didn't even make sense to me. Nevermind. I should get working on my other book again, called "Poision Ivy." It's about the Ivy League... everyone wants to be in it but I wonder if they know what it's actually like. I guess I shouldn't bitch about it though, because if I didn't go to Wharton, then I wouldn't be in Germany right now (because I got the job through career services.) And if I wasn't in Germany, then I wouldn't be in München, and I wouldn't be typing on a keyboard with umlauts on it. I löve ümläüts. Seriously. They make every word more happy looking. I have serious issues typing on my American keyboard now because the keys are in all different places. Fuck.

My music changed again - another song that reminds me of Dad! It's "She Was the Prize" by Gaelic Storm. My dad always changed the lyrics to the chorus "she, she was the prize. Shiny red hair and those lovely, those lovely blue eyes." Sad thing though, I thought those were actually the lyrics. My sister was such a bitch and told me what the real words though, and I cried. So cruel. The saddest part about this story? I was 15. I know. I am so gullible. I believed Dad played harmonica with Elvis, that they had stone trophies when he was younger, and that the weatherman stood on the top of the world to give his weather reports. I blame Maggie for that one - she was almost three years older than me and I thought she knew everything. She certainly thinks she knows everything (kidding, sis... but seriously you are strangely confident in things you know nothing about. It's a good thing though. I'm normally overly cautious. We make a good duo. Apparently though, my "overly cautious" in Germany comes across as "very direct." I think that's a good thing...?) Ingram says I'm rubbing off on her, because she's become a lot more forward with guys. She calls it "Pulling a Liz." I don't care if I am singing the wrong words to this song, I like dad's version better. Who wants a girl with "shiny black hair and lovely brown eyes"? Not me. But then again, I am not attracted to girls, so it wouldn't really matter what color her hair or eyes were. I like boys. Wow. See? This is how I get when I'm tired.

I. Need. Sleep.

Happy Tuesday to all, and to all a good night.

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