05/30/17 – FIGHT ME ABOUT IT

Today’s TV

  • Let’s Make a Deal 8.173
  • The Price is Right 45.176
  • Supergirl 1.16, 1.17, 1.18, 1.19, 1.20, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 2.4, 2.5, 2.6
  • Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt 3.11, 3.12, 3.13
  • Wheel of Fortune 34.187
  • America’s Got Talent 12.1
  • World of Dance 1.1

The sun shone through my slightly open blinds at 8 in the morning and woke me up. I found that one of the few things that WILL get me up in the morning is the sun. But because my dad thought it was a good idea to get me blinds that don’t let any sun in, and I mean ANY sun, I have to leave my blinds open. It’s not really a problem now, but, when I was younger, it did worry me that someone may be watching me through the blinds. I was probably just paranoid, right?

I had a casual phone interview with a person at Boston Medical Center about a volunteer position, but there’s a slight problem, I’M NOT IN BOSTON. Well, at least not for the summer. I was extremely nervous that she would just say something like, “why are you wasting my time?” In fact, my anxiety about talking on the phone almost stopped me from calling her. I don’t really know how to describe it, but it’s kind of like my brain just chanting in my head, “STOP, DON’T DO IT,” over and over, even though I know I should. I ended up calling her, after battling with myself for half an hour. She was actually really nice, and told me to call back before I went back to Boston so that I could interview then!

After that slightly nerve-racking phone call, I headed downstairs to watch TV. For some reason, watching TV always calms me down; I think it always has. I peeled open a S’mores Chobani Flip and sat down to watch my morning game shows. I also opened my laptop to start my schoolwork for the week. Since I’m only taking one online class, it’s a little easier for me to manage than my usual schoolwork.

A little after I started my work and a little after I started watching Supergirl, my head started to pound. I don’t really know why I suddenly get headaches, but it happens. Sometimes, I think it’s because I watch too much TV, but actually, when I’m watching, my head hurts LESS. It’s when I’m focusing on multiple things that it hurts more. Also, sometimes my head hurts when the room is too bright; maybe it’s my eyes. My eyes are horrible anyway, so I wouldn’t rule it out that my eyes are even more messed up.

The whole day passed as I was watching TV; I only really took a break to help my dad decide what kind of pizza to order for dinner. Every Tuesday, my family orders a $10 pizza from Papa Murphy’s; how they don’t get sick of it, I don’t know. They always get a stuffed pizza with three different meats and a bunch of vegetables. I really wanted pineapples on the pizza, but Erica didn’t, so we didn’t get any. Also, yeah, I like pineapples on my pizza; FIGHT ME ABOUT IT.

My dad picked up the pizza and cooked it before my mom came home. Right before we ate, someone rang our doorbell; it was someone selling something. We tried to ignore him, but he knocked on the door too. It was obvious he wasn’t going away. My dad answered the door and asked, “are you selling something?” The guy answered, “no,” but then proceeded to try to SELL my dad his service, which was cleaning crawlspaces of houses (I think). My dad told him to leave three times before he left (yikes). After that incident, we had dinner in peace before watching America’s Got Talent together. We’ve been watching the show together for such a long time, kind of like Survivor, but it’s not as old.

It was a pretty slow day; I mostly just watched A LOT of TV. Though, I guess that’s what I do most days, so I can’t really complain.



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