Not Sure
I don't really know how to start, because I'm already eyeball-deep.
I could go off on all the opportunites, how lucky I am to be here, what I do every day, the insane schedule they have us on. I could talk about the food I eat and how I'm really excited about the gym and Madame Bovary. That I've made friends, of sorts, so I have someone to go out and eat with, but I'm still running off a bit to find my space.
There are several incredibly important events that have transpired. One is that the get-an-ass-quick regime has, unfortunately, died. I lack the time-management skills to put that much of my time towards something that is, ultimately, dull. And I like my other ridiculous pursuits better, like picking at my toenails and finding the most random and barren places to eat an apple and analyze my leg hair. And honestly, weird leg lunge things and especially that plank-position leg-lift... they just weren't working fast enough. I like running and swimming. They at least have some dignity, and I come out all sweaty and gross and excited. I do not feel excited after doing 20 leg lifts. I feel dumb.
I feel a lot calmer now. I had a MASSVE flip-out the other day after a discussion on racial tension in doctor-patient relationships. I had no idea that race was such... an issue, I guess, for lack of a better word. So this program is really good, and intense, and hard, and scary. And also fun and weird and located near some amazing restaurants.
The only problem is that NOBODY understands my jokes. They think I am some kind of weird perverse tactless creature. At least I can say that I'm from the Pacific, you know, that's how we do things there... Or, if that fails, I go to a liberal arts college with 400 people. So our humor is inbred and consequently deformed.
Yeah let's see how long this optimistic super-mellow mood shift lasts. I have been eating nothing but chocolate lately, so... In other news, I picked up a big 10-pack of batteries and they all went dead after 20 seconds. You have no idea how sexually frusterated I am.
I could go off on all the opportunites, how lucky I am to be here, what I do every day, the insane schedule they have us on. I could talk about the food I eat and how I'm really excited about the gym and Madame Bovary. That I've made friends, of sorts, so I have someone to go out and eat with, but I'm still running off a bit to find my space.
There are several incredibly important events that have transpired. One is that the get-an-ass-quick regime has, unfortunately, died. I lack the time-management skills to put that much of my time towards something that is, ultimately, dull. And I like my other ridiculous pursuits better, like picking at my toenails and finding the most random and barren places to eat an apple and analyze my leg hair. And honestly, weird leg lunge things and especially that plank-position leg-lift... they just weren't working fast enough. I like running and swimming. They at least have some dignity, and I come out all sweaty and gross and excited. I do not feel excited after doing 20 leg lifts. I feel dumb.
I feel a lot calmer now. I had a MASSVE flip-out the other day after a discussion on racial tension in doctor-patient relationships. I had no idea that race was such... an issue, I guess, for lack of a better word. So this program is really good, and intense, and hard, and scary. And also fun and weird and located near some amazing restaurants.
The only problem is that NOBODY understands my jokes. They think I am some kind of weird perverse tactless creature. At least I can say that I'm from the Pacific, you know, that's how we do things there... Or, if that fails, I go to a liberal arts college with 400 people. So our humor is inbred and consequently deformed.
Yeah let's see how long this optimistic super-mellow mood shift lasts. I have been eating nothing but chocolate lately, so... In other news, I picked up a big 10-pack of batteries and they all went dead after 20 seconds. You have no idea how sexually frusterated I am.