Life
Yes, I'm still here. Life is eating me. I've a slew of papers to grade every night and I usually spend from 8am until 9pm grading, teaching, exercising, or dealing with work. I may take an hour to relax with the TV or video games, though.
On exercise, it's still not working. I go swimming 3 times a week and I eat decently, but there's still no real progress. Don't give me the "you're building muscle" speech. I've got muscle. It's built. I dunno. The way my body works, it seems if I want to lose weight I'll need something drastic. I don't think I've got the time or willingness to go hardcore exercise and cardio for an hour or two each day. I'm not about to get surgery. I can't decrease my diet. Heck I had to increase it because I figured out I was eating too little. Ah well. I'll keep at it and even if I stay heavy, I know I'll be a healthy heavy. I suppose that's good, right?
I had another one of THOSE dreams last night and woke up feeling sad and lonely. She was in it again. Always her. Anyone else have that fantasy person in their dreams who they know doesn't exist and who they'll never meet? It's frustrating when your mind does that to you. Would be absolutely lovely to meet her, even once, though. Shakespeare was such a fucking douche.
Professionaly, I've not put together any PhD applications largely due to time constraints and laziness, though now that I've taken a nice, long hard look at the GRE, I think I may take a little more time before I even bother applying to domestic schools. I'm fine on the verbal portion of that thing, but the math section whipped my ass in all the practice tests. I didn't really get any of the questions they were asking, not because I can't do math but because they were all word problems. I couldn't figure it out.
I hope everyone's well, though I largely can't tell with some people thanks to the replacement of their journals with an out-of-context twitter blurb that never seems to mean anything significant that I can figure out. I wish folks would go back to the nice, long, detailed posts. Those were always interesting to read.
S, New Years is still a-go-go. Tell J to expect me and we'll all have us a rousing party hearty new years time.
On exercise, it's still not working. I go swimming 3 times a week and I eat decently, but there's still no real progress. Don't give me the "you're building muscle" speech. I've got muscle. It's built. I dunno. The way my body works, it seems if I want to lose weight I'll need something drastic. I don't think I've got the time or willingness to go hardcore exercise and cardio for an hour or two each day. I'm not about to get surgery. I can't decrease my diet. Heck I had to increase it because I figured out I was eating too little. Ah well. I'll keep at it and even if I stay heavy, I know I'll be a healthy heavy. I suppose that's good, right?
I had another one of THOSE dreams last night and woke up feeling sad and lonely. She was in it again. Always her. Anyone else have that fantasy person in their dreams who they know doesn't exist and who they'll never meet? It's frustrating when your mind does that to you. Would be absolutely lovely to meet her, even once, though. Shakespeare was such a fucking douche.
Professionaly, I've not put together any PhD applications largely due to time constraints and laziness, though now that I've taken a nice, long hard look at the GRE, I think I may take a little more time before I even bother applying to domestic schools. I'm fine on the verbal portion of that thing, but the math section whipped my ass in all the practice tests. I didn't really get any of the questions they were asking, not because I can't do math but because they were all word problems. I couldn't figure it out.
I hope everyone's well, though I largely can't tell with some people thanks to the replacement of their journals with an out-of-context twitter blurb that never seems to mean anything significant that I can figure out. I wish folks would go back to the nice, long, detailed posts. Those were always interesting to read.
S, New Years is still a-go-go. Tell J to expect me and we'll all have us a rousing party hearty new years time.