a brighter side.
Well, I’ve so far lost a total of 15 pounds since I started hitting the gym in May. I’ve got about 5 more pounds to go, but I’m satisfied with how things are going. My arms and legs are more toned, I’m getting a bit better at running, and I look slimmer, to be sure. So maybe I’m doing it because of cosplay prospects/possible alien invasion, but looking better and being in better health is always great too.
I’m not more energetic due to apparent hypersomnia/narcolepsy but I’ll take what I can get
I got a third call for an interview, this time at a temp agency. This one I’ll go to because it’s a short walk away from a train stop, but like with all temp agencies, I’m kind of wary. Still, whatever, at least I can hustle. Only problem is that my good pants don’t fit because of the weight I lost, so I had to fix them.
As usual, still studying about two hours a day for the LSAT, four and a half hours if I take a timed prep test. This time next week or week after, however, I’m going to have to up it to three to four hours (five to six with prep test), taking weekends off for either light review or sleeping (or a life). That said, since tomorrow and Saturday will probably prove to be too busy for me, I’m going to set aside Sunday to a. start rough drafting my personal statement(s) for law school; and b. draft contracts for my freelancing PR consulting.
Oh, gotta remember, next week or week after I need to send off my transcripts to LSAC, both high school and college (damn high school and my college classes in senior year). Also, need to send the recommendation letters that’ve been written for me. I’ve had them for about a year or half a year and I haven’t bothered yet. Bad me. I hope that doesn’t count against me, they were difficult to procure.
Then, tomorrow I need to get up at the crack of dawn to go to the gym, then meet with my dad, then go to interview, then possibly pick up my brother (?), then study (and take prep test timed). If I have time in between my dad and the interview, also need to go reschedule my doctor appointment
and beg for insulin samples. Saturday, need to get up for the gym, then either go on a date with Cosmo or go to a friend’s birthday party and restrain myself from strangling John. Sunday, writing. Monday, go get tax return copy since my apartment swallowed mine whole, go to gym, fill out FAFSA, study + prep test.
Oh, and in a fit of crazy, my dad suddenly found an apartment uptown Santurce that’s bigger and cheaper. I don’t understand him at all. But whatever, I’m sure we’re going to see it tomorrow since that’s what he said on the phone.
I want to sleep the weekend off.