Sep 20, 2005 23:36
Oh man...I'm tired, but it feels good, actually, in a sick and twisted sort of way. It's like the feeling of a job well done, you know?
This week I've gotten up everyday to go to the weight room early, like 9am early....since all my classes end at 8:45 at night or later there is no time to work out at night, so if I'm gonna lift, it has to be in the morning, no excuses. On top of that, I've gotten a few grades back, I've gotten a 15/15 on the first stats homework, a 16/20 on the first stats lab report, and an A- on the first physics lab report that took 3+ hours to complete last week.
I'm making every effort to not dig myself a hole like last year and break my neck just to get a 2.6, and so far my plan is working. A lot more work this year from early indications, but I'm up for the challenge. I think the thing last year that killed me was that I waited until the very last minute possible to do anything, and put things off and kept putting them off, and they all collapsed on me all at once, and I couldn't handle it.
Also want to send out condolences and a big hug and lots of man-love to Jeff, whose Grandmother died a few days ago. Hang in there buddy, my cell is always on if you need me...
and btw...shit...does anybody besides Michelle actually read this?
lata <3