time tales
~You'd think I'd get it the hang of it by now. I've been alive for 39 time changes due to daylight savings time. Yet, I still can't seem to grasp it. One of these years I'll figure it out.
~The past fall, I spent my usually appreciated extra hour in utter confusion. See, no one had bothered to inform me that it was daylight savings time and I can't be expected to know these things on my own. I was completly lost as to why every clock I saw was claiming a different time, some having changed automatically and other not. I finally retired to bed that night accepting over consumption of alcohol as the reason for my delirium. This may say something about my deductive reasoning skills, seeing as though I hadn't consumed an ounce of alcohol that night.
~The tricky bastard known as daylight savings time has come again, but this time I was ready for it. I noted its appearance on my handy-dandy calendar, and I decided I wouldn't let it do me in again. Now, I was ready for its attack on my hour (so I stocked up), but I obviously don't really understand this whole time change thing, which (among other things) makes me fearful of a time when I will be catapulted into the real world and expected to function as a compotent individual capable of daily life without consulting a slew of others to answer seemingly unnecessary questions.
~This time around I was uncertain of when exactly the change took place. I wasn't sure if we would be losing an hour Saturday night or Sunday night, but I was determined to practice my independence and deal with this one of my many uncertainties solo. I remember my mother once telling me that the official change occured at 2am, so I figured I'd be ready to wake up Sunday an hour earlier. Now I had a foolproof plan. Cell phones set the time automagically, right? (yeah that's right, automagically) So I set my cell phone alarm and went to bed content.
~Sunday morning I awoke, readied myself for the day, and got in the car. I had good intentions of attending mass and was damn proud of myself that this would be the fourth week in a row. I arrived and parked my car just in time to see a stream of people exiting the church. According to my cell phone, I had ten minutes to spare. According to the crowd of people now entering their own vehicles, I was an hour late. The theme to The Twilight Zone could be heard faintly from my car radio. (no not really, idiot)
~Then today I almost missed seeing one of my professors because of my time troubles. Hell, I still don't know what time it is. This crap has managed to bewilder me for two days. TWO DAYS
p.s. The Brewers just won their opener!!! woot woot
p.s.s. Doug Davis is hot.
p.s.s.s. No, seriously. I mean really Hot. Like capital H Hot.
p.s.s.s.s. Actually, let's make that a capital H, capital O, capital T... HOT
~The past fall, I spent my usually appreciated extra hour in utter confusion. See, no one had bothered to inform me that it was daylight savings time and I can't be expected to know these things on my own. I was completly lost as to why every clock I saw was claiming a different time, some having changed automatically and other not. I finally retired to bed that night accepting over consumption of alcohol as the reason for my delirium. This may say something about my deductive reasoning skills, seeing as though I hadn't consumed an ounce of alcohol that night.
~The tricky bastard known as daylight savings time has come again, but this time I was ready for it. I noted its appearance on my handy-dandy calendar, and I decided I wouldn't let it do me in again. Now, I was ready for its attack on my hour (so I stocked up), but I obviously don't really understand this whole time change thing, which (among other things) makes me fearful of a time when I will be catapulted into the real world and expected to function as a compotent individual capable of daily life without consulting a slew of others to answer seemingly unnecessary questions.
~This time around I was uncertain of when exactly the change took place. I wasn't sure if we would be losing an hour Saturday night or Sunday night, but I was determined to practice my independence and deal with this one of my many uncertainties solo. I remember my mother once telling me that the official change occured at 2am, so I figured I'd be ready to wake up Sunday an hour earlier. Now I had a foolproof plan. Cell phones set the time automagically, right? (yeah that's right, automagically) So I set my cell phone alarm and went to bed content.
~Sunday morning I awoke, readied myself for the day, and got in the car. I had good intentions of attending mass and was damn proud of myself that this would be the fourth week in a row. I arrived and parked my car just in time to see a stream of people exiting the church. According to my cell phone, I had ten minutes to spare. According to the crowd of people now entering their own vehicles, I was an hour late. The theme to The Twilight Zone could be heard faintly from my car radio. (no not really, idiot)
~Then today I almost missed seeing one of my professors because of my time troubles. Hell, I still don't know what time it is. This crap has managed to bewilder me for two days. TWO DAYS
p.s. The Brewers just won their opener!!! woot woot
p.s.s. Doug Davis is hot.
p.s.s.s. No, seriously. I mean really Hot. Like capital H Hot.
p.s.s.s.s. Actually, let's make that a capital H, capital O, capital T... HOT
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