G.Y.S.T.S-Old Photos
This G.Y.S.T.S, I am going through old memories that I have been stored away in a ratty Puma shoe box for the last 7 years and putting them in albums where they belong! Some photos include- Prom ‘99, the times I had my beloved pager before cell phones werw big, radio days, my 21st birthday(or at least the fist 20 mins that I could actually take photos) and endless amounts of friends.
“When I couldn’t find my homework in my messy backpack my mom told me to get my shit together.”
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GYSTS - cleaning and organizing my room edition.
I should have taken a before/after picture, but the before picture was kind of embarrassing. Those set of four drawers are supposed to hold jewelery, and lets just say that before today they were not doing their job. But, everything is now organized and each drawer contains a different type of jewelry (bracelets, necklaces, earrings). And yes, those cases to the left hold MORE jewelery (note: the top of my dresser has even more) and the cases to the right are my beloved sunglasses collection. The large drawer at the bottom was also a mess and is now organized. Sometimes I totally forgot some of the stuff I have!
Now, on to the rest of my room…
GYSTS- Cleaning my room
I need to put away newly aquired things. Then make my bed….put away clothes…clean and get rid of yuck makeup….and write a short story for class. Which has nothing to do with cleaning my room, but it’s GYSTS!!!
Submitted by: Mackenzie
No, this will not be a post about a new porno that uses the word Lube in the title. Rather, thanks to ArtInSlowMotion, I’m a big fan of G.Y.S.T. Sunday! This Sunday I got my shit together by crossing off a big-ol’ task on the To Do List… the Oil Change on the car! I always dread going to get the oil changed, and I really don’t know why… I don’t even need to do anything… drive it to Jiffy Lube, say “Oil Change” and that’s it. A rather mind-numbing task that takes maybe 30-45 minutes, and I can even do this while I’m at work on my way back to the office. I have no excuse to NOT get the oil changed on my car every 3,000 miles. I think part of it is a fear that they’re going tell me that my car is terminally ill and will require $67,845 dollars worth of repairs and I that I shouldnt’ drive it until it’s fixed which would require maxing out the Capital One card (and the miles I’d get for charging it wouldn’t do me any good because after paying off $67,845 I’d have to money for a hotel anywhere). But I digress. In the end, the $40 oil change only ended up costing me $120 because I had to change the air filters. My car is healthy and in tip-top shape. But I’m not gonna lie… my dashboard looked hella-weird without the “Maintenance Required” light on. My car got it’s sheot together. Good work, Toyota Rav. I know Toyota’s need all the good press they can get right now, so I will publicly thank you in front of my <10 followers. I look forward to driving you into the sunset. Thanks for not complaining about the many Portillo’s cheese fries left inbetween your seats. That says a lot about your character.
So this past Sunday, 1.24.10, I was terribly hung over after party hopping the night before. It was a rainy Sunday here in Baltimore, perfect for spending the day recouping on the couch watching movies and football. Which I did. But while I did that, I filled in ALL 50 Bridal Shower invitations for my best friend’s shower in March. By hand. I realized I had absolutely no return address mailing labels, so went ahead and hand wrote my address on all of the envelopes too. Invites will go out this week!
Timmmmmmaaayyy…..is gettin’ his sh*t togther…going through old paperwork and stuff in his room and…it’s feels damn good.
Hey Hey it’s G.Y.S.T.S(Get Your Shit Together Sunday)!
I went and got myself a new gym membership and from what I was told, this is what is included/guaranteed with my new purchase:
-24 hour gym access (in case I have the urge to go at 2am..??)
-One week with a personal trainer(so he can tell me how lazy I’ve been this past winter…)
-Free parking in the garage (so I don’t get yet ANOTHER “City of Chicago, Mayor Daley parking ticket special” (thanks linds).
-Two free weeks of melanoma risk (aka: two weeks free tanning services)
-a rock’n tight ass
I think I’m all set.
