- Mom: Abbie, you should find some more inspirational quotes for your binder.
- Abbie: That's what she said.
- ... [what?! No that is not what she said, little girl]
Good luck Erin! Let me know how it goes. I need to do this too. If someone didn’t wake me up this morning [my dad asking me if I was going to work today] I would probably still be asleep. I didn’t even hear the alarm go off!
…today I’m going to attempt to break a 27 year old cycle of horrific lazyness/lack of control over my sleepy morning self.
How, you ask?
Well I’m going to PRACTICE!
This is going to sound really stupid, but it works. Practice getting up as soon as your alarm goes off. That’s right — practice. But don’t do it in the morning. Do it during the day when you’re wide awake.
Go to your bedroom, and set the room conditions to match your desired wake-up time as best you can. Darken the room, or practice in the evening just after sunset so it’s already dark. If you sleep in pajamas, put on your pajamas. If you brush your teeth before bed, then brush your teeth. If you take off your glasses or contacts when you sleep, then take those off too.
Set your alarm for a few minutes ahead. Lie down in bed just like you would if you were sleeping, and close your eyes. Get into your favorite sleep position. Imagine it’s early in the morning… a few minutes before your desired wake-up time. Pretend you’re actually asleep. Visualize a dream location, or just zone out as best you can.
Now when your alarm goes off, turn it off as fast as you can. Then take a deep breath to fully inflate your lungs, and stretch your limbs out in all directions for a couple seconds… like you’re stretching during a yawn. Then sit up, plant your feet on the floor, and stand up. Smile a big smile. Then proceed to do the very next action you’d like to do upon waking.
Now shake yourself off, restore the pre-waking conditions, return to bed, reset your alarm, and repeat. Do this over and over and over until it becomes so automatic that you run through the whole ritual without thinking about it.
Don’t even ask me why I’m reading motivational self-improvement blogs ok. Clearly unemployment is starting to get to me. Anywho, I’ll let you know how it works out.
Two years ago, during my senior year of college, I was all set to drive back to school at the end of Thanksgiving break. Unfortunately, I had no idea what was about to happen. I had agreed to drive back with four other people because then gas would cost virtually nothing, and since at the time I was driving a 13 year-old SUV, practically free gas sounded awesome. We left at 2pm, and I didn’t need to get back until 10pm for a meeting with my group for a project. Eight hours, that should be plenty of time! Especially since it usually only took 4 and half hours. I thought I had factored in plenty of thanksgiving traffic. But in retrospect, what I’m about to tell you is partially my own fault [which is what this blog should really be called].
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These ads were created by flickr user Ben and they are great [even though none of these ads would make me actually want to rife the metro, oh wait, I’m forced to…]
Story of my life. As I have shared before, falling asleep on the train has led to some interesting adventures for me. But it’s a great way to deal with the fact that I live so far away [falling asleep on the train gains me the 30 extra minutes of sleep I lose].
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Hey everyone, I changed the url of this blog to match its (new) title. You can now find it at www.annotatedlife.tumblr.com
- Me: Well when you vote for your senior class President, you have to vote for someone reliable because it's their responsibility to plan the 5-year reunion
- Mom: You would definitely have to pick someone who can delegate, just in case they are not available in 5 years
- Dad: Yea, like what if they were in jail?
- Everyone: ...
- Me: Well don't you think that people who are elected class officers are usually pretty high-achieving and therefore less likely to go to jail?
- Dad: Yea well you never know, a lot of smart people end up in jail. They could've killed someone in a drunk driving accident.
- Me: *thinking to myself, how did this conversation start?* Well then I guess that's what the Vice President is for. They would take over if the President is in jail and can't plan the reunion
- My brother: What if the President was drunk driving and ran over the Vice President, the car spun around and hit a tree on the passenger's side, fatally injuring the Secretary and the only witness was the Treasurer who went into hiding to avoid testifying against his friend and was therefore unable to plan the reunion
- Me: Well I'm guessing if it came to that, there would be no reunion
- And again... how did we get here?