Twenty-Four Hours
I love Fridays. I love finishing up classes for the week and easing on into the relaxation of the weekend. This is the last week of actual classes, too, so that...I don't know if it makes the weekend better or worse. I have to write up my soc. final this weekend, so it might not be good at all. I have a final on Monday, but it will take very little studying. If not for the crappo paper, I'd be all set for doing stuff that I want to do: napping, hanging out, shopping, watching movies, etc. But we'll see how things go. Maybe I'll have more free time than I think. That would be nice. But I don't want too much free time. I don't want to be left with nothing to accomplish, especially not when the temperature is going to plummet and the weather take a turn for the worse. A frigid outdoors discourages me from going out at all, even for stuff I want to do. It gets to the point where I just reason, "Screw it. It's warm in here, so here is good enough." But here isn't always good enough, and I have things to do that I can only do outside the building. Or any building. Well.
My anthro final is not going to be too difficult. One to two page paper. I can easily do that next Tuesday. I have nothing to do on Tuesday and Wednesday except study for my last final on Thursday. Then I'm home free! Yay! I hope the weather will be okay. I won't have any idea for next Thursday's forecast until sometime tomorrow, but the days leading up to it don't seem to troublesome at the moment, just cold.
My ankle feels better. I don't think I mentioned this before, but I think I mildly sprained it or something on Monday. It's feeling better, though, and now just my legs are sore. Why am I in pain, one might ask? I ran too hard. I overestimated my abilities, and I ran too hard for too long. I can walk just fine, I'm not crippled, but my legs aren't up for running again just yet. I wish they'd hurry up and heal because I've discovered that I like to run because I can run. Plus, I can burn calories faster, so I can cut thirty minutes or so from my workout. Saving time is sweet. That's part of why I napped so long on Wednesday, because I knew I only needed a couple hours at the gym (I weight-lifted that day as well).
The best part about working out is that it's an activity/interest I can share with my dad. He brags to me about how many calories he burned, and it always frustrates me because the massive number he burns in an hour takes me a grueling hour and a half to match. Oh, to be a male, burning more and eating more and gaining more muscle more easily and at a faster rate. As a female, I can only burn more naturally and therefore eat more without consequence (to a certain extent) when I am breastfeeding. Breastfeeding sounds awesome. The connection with your baby that no one else can share, losing the weight from pregnancy without doing anything because the breastfeeding burns so many calories, having a valid excuse to flash a boob in public. Yeah, those are bound to be the best years of my life. Definitely. I'd have to watch what I ate, though, because I want to keep my baby healthy. No trans fats and no sugar alcohols and as little msg and table salt as possible. Everything I eat should be nutrient-rich, so the breast-milk is nutrient-rich. Good thing I like healthy foods, but pregnancy causes really weird cravings... My mom wanted to fry up some okra, I think, when she was pregnant with one of us. Well, that's not all that weird, she likes that anyway. Maybe it wasn't okra. Or maybe she wanted it raw or something, I don't know. I wonder what I would want? Probably meat. I don't usually prefer meat, but when I'm dying for a huge sirloin, I'll know the jig is up, I'm baby-bound.
It's very difficult for me to fathom why some of my peers don't want babies. I don't always think about, but when I do, I realize that, yeah, I want some bogey-bottoms of my own. I want that maternal role. I don't think I would be horrible at it, though I realize I have some things I need to work on because otherwise I'd raise some demented people (and not the good kind of eccentric demented people either, but the people you look at and wonder, "What the hell happened to you to screw up your perception of reality so badly?" that kind). It would be helpful to have a class on child-rearing, but then again it wouldn't be. Everyone has their own ideals and views and feelings about the proper way to raise a human being. Personally, I think my parents did an awesome job. That's not to say that I think I'm perfect. What I mean is that I do not attribute my flaws to their parenting. I don't know how the flaws developed. I recoil from chalking them up solely to personal nature, but if I had such a good home life, then I would next assume that the cause lies in the schools I attended. But they weren't bad schools, and I had friends and did well. I didn't always like my peers, but that's merely the teenage way. I was involved in extracurricular activities, but none of them had such a huge impact on me as to effect flaws within my being. From where do a person's flaws originate? It's so easy to pinpoint the faults of others, and it is also easy to ascribe the exact source of those flaws, if one knows a little about the person's history. But it is very difficult to try to explain and analyze one's own faults, even after getting past the reluctance to acknowledge such faults.
Such strange musings. I didn't know I was in such a thoughtful mood. I don't know why either. I certainly don't have to do any serious thinking until I begin work on my soc. paper tomorrow.
My anthro final is not going to be too difficult. One to two page paper. I can easily do that next Tuesday. I have nothing to do on Tuesday and Wednesday except study for my last final on Thursday. Then I'm home free! Yay! I hope the weather will be okay. I won't have any idea for next Thursday's forecast until sometime tomorrow, but the days leading up to it don't seem to troublesome at the moment, just cold.
My ankle feels better. I don't think I mentioned this before, but I think I mildly sprained it or something on Monday. It's feeling better, though, and now just my legs are sore. Why am I in pain, one might ask? I ran too hard. I overestimated my abilities, and I ran too hard for too long. I can walk just fine, I'm not crippled, but my legs aren't up for running again just yet. I wish they'd hurry up and heal because I've discovered that I like to run because I can run. Plus, I can burn calories faster, so I can cut thirty minutes or so from my workout. Saving time is sweet. That's part of why I napped so long on Wednesday, because I knew I only needed a couple hours at the gym (I weight-lifted that day as well).
The best part about working out is that it's an activity/interest I can share with my dad. He brags to me about how many calories he burned, and it always frustrates me because the massive number he burns in an hour takes me a grueling hour and a half to match. Oh, to be a male, burning more and eating more and gaining more muscle more easily and at a faster rate. As a female, I can only burn more naturally and therefore eat more without consequence (to a certain extent) when I am breastfeeding. Breastfeeding sounds awesome. The connection with your baby that no one else can share, losing the weight from pregnancy without doing anything because the breastfeeding burns so many calories, having a valid excuse to flash a boob in public. Yeah, those are bound to be the best years of my life. Definitely. I'd have to watch what I ate, though, because I want to keep my baby healthy. No trans fats and no sugar alcohols and as little msg and table salt as possible. Everything I eat should be nutrient-rich, so the breast-milk is nutrient-rich. Good thing I like healthy foods, but pregnancy causes really weird cravings... My mom wanted to fry up some okra, I think, when she was pregnant with one of us. Well, that's not all that weird, she likes that anyway. Maybe it wasn't okra. Or maybe she wanted it raw or something, I don't know. I wonder what I would want? Probably meat. I don't usually prefer meat, but when I'm dying for a huge sirloin, I'll know the jig is up, I'm baby-bound.
It's very difficult for me to fathom why some of my peers don't want babies. I don't always think about, but when I do, I realize that, yeah, I want some bogey-bottoms of my own. I want that maternal role. I don't think I would be horrible at it, though I realize I have some things I need to work on because otherwise I'd raise some demented people (and not the good kind of eccentric demented people either, but the people you look at and wonder, "What the hell happened to you to screw up your perception of reality so badly?" that kind). It would be helpful to have a class on child-rearing, but then again it wouldn't be. Everyone has their own ideals and views and feelings about the proper way to raise a human being. Personally, I think my parents did an awesome job. That's not to say that I think I'm perfect. What I mean is that I do not attribute my flaws to their parenting. I don't know how the flaws developed. I recoil from chalking them up solely to personal nature, but if I had such a good home life, then I would next assume that the cause lies in the schools I attended. But they weren't bad schools, and I had friends and did well. I didn't always like my peers, but that's merely the teenage way. I was involved in extracurricular activities, but none of them had such a huge impact on me as to effect flaws within my being. From where do a person's flaws originate? It's so easy to pinpoint the faults of others, and it is also easy to ascribe the exact source of those flaws, if one knows a little about the person's history. But it is very difficult to try to explain and analyze one's own faults, even after getting past the reluctance to acknowledge such faults.
Such strange musings. I didn't know I was in such a thoughtful mood. I don't know why either. I certainly don't have to do any serious thinking until I begin work on my soc. paper tomorrow.