Ready, Set, Procrastinate.

A big part of me wants to make this as brief as possible.

This past weekend has been so strange.

Yesterday my allergies got so bad I had to go to the nurses office in the middle of Math to get Benedryl. "Are you sure your gonna be okay?" "Oh, I'll be fine," I say with a dismissing hand. Back to class and 40 minutes later I realize that I've been reading the same question over and over again for the past 10 minutes. I was confused as to why I was tired all of a sudden because I was well rested not long ago. I look up at the clock to find not 5, but 40 minutes had gone by. I couldn't focus anymore and ended up explaining to my teacher that my brain had checked out. He laughed understanding what happened, and I spent the remainder of the class period with my head in the clouds staring off into space. I can't even remember much of lunch or English because I was in such a fog.

Came home, despite my exhaustion, finished taking pictures for my photo class that were due today. Took a nap and received a phone call after 5 pm with a message from my manager at work wondering where I am because apparently I should have been there at 4? I call them back after listening to the message and he's telling me I should have been there at 3:30. Make up your mind now.  My schedule is always being messed with and changed, I swear it. I was so certain that I was working Tuesday and Thursday but he insisted I was working Monday. Even if I was wrong, why did he wait over an hour and a half before calling me? He is the one manager who I often bump heads with. At that point, because I was over an hour and a half late for a shift that I promise I was not supposed to be working, and it was not the second time this would have happened to me. I wasn't coming in. Forget it. He told me to call them back on Wednesday to see if I still have a job. I had planned on calling and telling them no thank you.

Recent events that happened today, although I am certain they're going to tell me I've been terminated tomorrow, have led me to the conclusion that I should try and keep it if I can until I start at Starbucks. Went to Jake's house after school for a few minutes and my dad called me to inform me that I owe him $120. "Excuse me? I what?" He told me he had a picture in his hand of my car not even over the line yet and the light a solid red. Way to go, Ashley. He told me it'll go up $10 if I don't have it paid off by October 20th. And he'll keep it between us unless he has to pay for it, then he'd tell my mom. Decided to tell my mother about it anyway because she knew the predicament I'm in with money.

Came home and my sister and I took the risky drive to the gas station. Apparently too risky because my car ran out of gas at the end of the road right before the highway, with the gas station waving at us from across the street. Called my mom to come get us, while Anna and I waited in the turning lane with the flashers on. She found a man at the gas station who was willing to help. He crossed the busy highway towards us and offered help. Between my sister and him they pushed my car across the intersection while I steered with my mom waiting on the other side. LAND-HO! Embarrassing? Uh, just a little bit.

I've been procrastinating for the past week now with these college essays and unfortunately my time has ran out for one. I need to turn it in tomorrow. I can't keep running from this. It's one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, I'm really scared. I know what I'm going to write about, that parts over, I just need to get started. I can't keep running and hiding from things that are unfamiliar and make me nervous.

Ps, I'm getting about 10 inches cut off on Saturday.

The Saltwater Room by Owl City