Sunday

Wake up @9am again, flu-ridden.

Flu or unflued, Sunday is fucking NFL day.

I spend the morning watching NFL-related videos and articles, and the afternoon preparing my 18 Fantasy teams ready for kickoff at 6pm (Portugal time).

6pm - Bears @Saints. GREAT fucking game. Bears deserve respect, but dem Saints? Oh, baby...!

Mom gets home, I tell her I got into the Degree/University I wanted, she doesn't even congratulate me, goes right into "but how are you going to pay for it?" and does stunts like asking my Dad if he knew I was applying for University. As if it was some fucking secret, and not something I said all year I was working for. Or like I needed or asked for her money at any point. Then later at night she takes some pills or some shit like that and is all "I'll try to help but we have the cars and the loans to pay" and I'm all "I don't need your fucking help. How much clear can I be? Leave me the fuck alone, I was just keeping you in the loop, so you don't go around whining nobody tells you anything" somehow we get into an argument about how she makes everything about people trying to hurt her.

Jeez, this woman has fucking huge issues, I tell you. I must've been adopted. For sure. You know what she reminds me? Those stereotypical jewish moms on the movies, always whining, nobody loves them, nothing can make them happy.

Anyway, got out, smoked a cigarette with some friends, got home, watched the rest of the Patriots-Chargers game, and went to sleep, tomorrow is signing up for Uni day, flu-permitting.

Conclusion to this week-long challenge: keeping this sort of blog/diary has its upside, but it's not for me. I find it mostly useless and annoying to spend this much time remembering what I did on the day, and writing it down. I doubt I'll do it again. Let's get back to our good old blogging of funny/interesting shit.

Saturday

Still wake up early, around 9am.

My head hurts, my throat is completely dry, and I'm clearly nursing a flu.

I organize my room, that I haven't done since last weekend, and I go out to the local fair. I need the Vitamin D and some cheap polyester boxers.

I get home, get conversation in day with my dad, have lunch with him, and go out again, in my never-ending quest to shoot up my Vitamin D.

I go to the park, and I notice there's a 18th century fair going on near Queluz Palace. I take a relaxed look around, eat a delicious 18th century sandwich and I get back on my way home.

Get home, dad asks when can I replenish the Iced Tea stock, so I go out again, and replenish my own food stock as well.

Night-time. I watch some Daily Show, Real Time with Bill Maher and even a couple Stephen Colbert's, I notice I got accepted into the University/Degree I wanted to be in, and I decide to accept 1 of the 3 invitations to go out that night. It's to go to the 18th century fair again, but the other 2 invitations involved alcohol and getting back late.

By now I'm pretty sure my flu is in full force. Fuck it...

I end the day smoking a joint with some friends, and sleep like a baby.

Friday

Slept 8 hours, finally. Got to work, absolutely no clients at all. Organizers decide that if by 1pm nobody arrives, they close those rooms for the day, and that's exactly what happens.

After lunch and helping out colleagues rotating for lunch, by 3pm I'm out of there. Pretty cool.

Have a coffee and dinner set up with american friends, but during coffee my friend receives news his daughter broke her arm in Basketball practice. Dinner is rescheduled for next week.

Since my plans got cut short, I decide to accept another invitation to go to a friend's birthday night out.

I go to a concert, I don't like the band, but I'm with some of my best friends. Since the music isn't appealing, I drink a whole lot of beer, and I get quite drunk. By the end of the night I thought I might have to end my no-puking record that I have going on for some years now. Luckily I'm pretty good reading by own body language.

Got home, and I still read the messages people left me on Facebook, congratulating me on my birthday. Well... Facebook fake birthday. Still, a load of fun.

Thursday

Same old 5hours sleep.

Nothing to do at work, basically. 2hours at my auditorium then just rotating with colleagues.

I had a Epiphany. My ego is fucking huge. Seriously. Without any special reason but the fact I can make people like me very easily with humor. When this shit pops, I'm going to go through a rough patch.

Fuck it.

After work, I was supposed to go play soccer with some friends, but it didn't work out so I went to the park for some sprinting, got home, took shower and fell in bed, exhausted.

Tomorrow's going to be another long day.

Wednesday

This one is going to be short. It's late.

So, wake up @5am again, same regular 6 hours of sleep. Same great energy to start the day.

Got to work, my auditorium remains unscheduled, so my day is going to be jumping from position to position, socializing with people.

Then... Boss comes and since we'll have one person basically doing nothing, she reassigns my crush girl to another room :sadface: I'm instantly reminded to be careful what I wish for. Great wisdom my imaginary grandfather told me when I was a kid (all my grandfathers were dead when I was born, hence the imaginary...)

Anyway, even if something was definitely lacking, a refreshing presence, it was still a awesome day (specially compared to the other ones), I had a lot of people in the positions I was rotating in, to talk to, I made some new friends, and this big security guy found out I played American Football here in Portugal, and I spent the afternoon convincing him to do a tryout in my team.

Time flew by.

6h30pm, time to fly out of work, on to the Benfica-Man Utd game @7h45. I hadn't used the Metropolitan for almost a year, it hasn't got better with time. Game ended 1-1. Really good stuff. Not great, but undoubtedly good. New Estádio da Luz is fucking amazing.

Now I'll have 5h max to sleep.

Well, who said I need more than that anyway?? :D

Cheers

Tuesday

Wake up @5am, 1 hour before my alarm has to ring, to a record-breaking 6 hour sleep of the last days. Awesome to have a fucked up sleep schedule, hu?

I'm actually starting to think this set-my-sleep-schedule-straight might work...

Day was actually pretty good, sleepwalking-wise. I felt full of energy and there's only a few signs of the last day intestinal problems.

Then again, boring-wise, work was a fuckload. Fuckers scheduled the Auditorium that is my responsibility the whole day, and that meant I couldn't leave it. Then they only showed up @15h when I went to lunch, so, 8-15h was a cutesy routine of sitting for 5mins until I got sleepy, then walk around (mostly in circles) for 30mins.

At least I had a load of time to think about my books, even if I have no time at all to write in the near future.

Every now and again my boring-overextended-stories buddy, and my crush-smart-gorgeous-smile buddy would come to say hi and feel sorry for me. Boring buddy always stuck around way too much time, defying my will to stay awake, and crush buddy always stuck around lesser time than wished.

This girl is actually getting to the annoying phase where I just rather she stops passing-by and smiling at me, because with all that free time, my sleep-deprived brain starts inquiring maybe she's into me, and worse than that, that I could do/say/ask stuff to figure it out.

But I ramble...

And thankfully, I really know how this story ends.

So... After my 30min lunch+coffee break, it wasn't that bad, I was assigned to help with some room-rearranging for a meeting that didn't even happened, but at least there were other people to talk and I was active/entertained until 6pm.

Before going home I had to stop at the mall to buy 2 more shirts because there's no way I can wear the same one tomorrow, and I wanted to buy a learn Spanish pocket book at FNAC, but the C&A had some issues with card-payments, so, with the trouble of going to the ATM I forgot all about the fucking book.

Car ride home through rush hour traffic went without sleep issues.

Tomorrow my Auditorium isn't scheduled to have anything, so I'll probably be rotating and helping out with my buddies positions. Less boring, I'm guessing.

Then again, knowing how those folks in particular treat scheduling, I wouldn't be surprised if I got there tomorrow and it's fully scheduled again.

I'm off to sleep, I hope I can get those sweet 7hours today.

P.S. I really hate this challenge. Talking about my day at work is almost as boring as the fucking work itself, but I can still see the benefits, and... Well... If this was easy, it wouldn't be a challenge, now, would it?

P.S.2. Fuck. My. Life. Is the mood I'm writing this post on. Hopefully Saturday will arrive. I'll be counting the minutes...

P.S.3. I think the shirts I bought are 1 size too big, but I just don't give a fuck. Seriously.

Monday.

So, Sunday is American Football night, right? Wrong. I watched the Steelers Ravens game and went to bed, trying to avoid the unavoidable sleepwalking at work the next day.

Go to sleep at 10pm, wake up at 2am, try to fall asleep again, fail, get up and start doing shit until I have to leave home for work at 6am.

11 fucking hours at work, jonesing for my next caffeine fix.

I'm placed in the most boring fucking position, guarding a door to a lecture hall about c-peptide and its miraculous effects on people with diabetes. In order to avoid falling asleep, I make friends with my colleagues in the nearest positions, one is this guy that is really cool, but gets too much in boring detail in his stories and I have to keep biting my tongue, and hope the pain keeps my eyes open; and the other is this funny, cute, smart girl, that smiles way too much my way for my own sake.

Somehow I end up with her number on my cell phone.

Luckily, I know how this story ends, lol.

So, 6:30pm, I'm released from my duties for the day. On the way to the car, my intestine alarm goes off, and this time I didn't even touch the shitty chocolate mousse at lunch, just fucking white rice with roast beef, but somehow those fuckers put something on the fucking meat sauce that makes me make a run for the nearest WC in a mall.

I take the worst shit in months, and realize there's no fucking toilet paper in my stall. I patiently wait for the one next to me to be vacant... No toilet paper either. I have to go outside and get the fucking thing myself. I spend 10mins cleaning dry shit from my ass.

On the ride home, FUCKING rush hour traffic, I can't see shit because the sun hits me right in the face, and I'm almost falling asleep at least 10 times.

Now, I'll go to sleep for 16hours, so tomorrow I can repeat this shit.

Actually, even if I went to bed now, I could only sleep 9 hours.

Beautiful.

This will be every day of my week. I bet you're looking forward for tomorrow's update.

Point of Situation

So, no updates for a while.

I didn't forget about the blog, I just feel stuck in time, and the inactivity in the blog helps me track for how long this has been going on.

Jeezes... Time is just flying by...!

Good, right?

Somewhat.

Not really.

A lot of nice stuff going on and making time pass by fast, but I don't like the bottom line. I don't feel I'm progressing. I've stopped self-challenging, I haven't been doing my weekly point-system, I just don't like it.

And BOOM! it's September, I have a full week of work ahead and God knows how many extra activities to top it at the end of each day, and next week? BOOM! University entrance results and start.

So, if I'm disorganized now, imagine when University starts biting at my heels, I start American Football practices, and other more projects I want to start... (i.e. Mongol Rally and Learning a new language)

Not happy with this. And I can't seem to have a break to stop, focus and reorganize.

What's killing me? My sleep schedule. It's completely fucked up. University and or Work needs to help me get this BS under control.

So, the point of this post? I'm starting a new challenge this week: make this one of those lame "this is my life" blogs for the week, trying to keep my eyes on the goal-line and use this as a platform to refocus.

P.s. NFL Season!!!! (ugh, this isn't going to help :s)