Ha, so much for good intentions
My fifteen minute break keeps on extending 15 more minutes... ok, I promise to be disciplined after this miniscule little entry.
Lets see... the usual, school is totally kicking my butt. To new heights of kicking actually, so much so that I did a first today. One that I'm not proud of... I called out sick for the first time ever. I have never called ot sick from working, ever since I started at the ripe old age of 17. I was bummed, and a little disappointed in myself. However, after waking up and realizing the amount of reading and problem solving that lay ahead of me, I quickly realized that desperate times call for desperate measures. I tried to use the famed secret weapon of the all-nighter, but it blew up in my face and didn't work. I punked out at midnight. But its all good, because just as soon as I get off this compy thing, I will march me-self right back into my den and continue on. I can do this. Its only 4 chapters, (my test tomorrow), and I am half way through. It will work. I just hope I have the brain power to understand chapters 3 and 4, because it sounded like siamese in class last night.
In a funnier note, I went to the gym last night in between work and school and was suprised to find Pastor George and Lori, Tom and Kryst'l DiPace, and Linda Armstrong. They play racquet ball and pump iron at that time, which made me feel warm and fuzzy to find another handfull of nice people I know there. )When I work out, I'm usually alone and the people there are not very nice, and avoid eye contact) But its all good, when I'm there I'm focused on my goal anyway. I'm getting there... slowly but surely. My diet stinks though. I have to eat so much! No me gusta. I have to re-train my brain. Six small meals is so hard to fit in!
Ok, back to the tarea...
viva la tarea!
Lets see... the usual, school is totally kicking my butt. To new heights of kicking actually, so much so that I did a first today. One that I'm not proud of... I called out sick for the first time ever. I have never called ot sick from working, ever since I started at the ripe old age of 17. I was bummed, and a little disappointed in myself. However, after waking up and realizing the amount of reading and problem solving that lay ahead of me, I quickly realized that desperate times call for desperate measures. I tried to use the famed secret weapon of the all-nighter, but it blew up in my face and didn't work. I punked out at midnight. But its all good, because just as soon as I get off this compy thing, I will march me-self right back into my den and continue on. I can do this. Its only 4 chapters, (my test tomorrow), and I am half way through. It will work. I just hope I have the brain power to understand chapters 3 and 4, because it sounded like siamese in class last night.
In a funnier note, I went to the gym last night in between work and school and was suprised to find Pastor George and Lori, Tom and Kryst'l DiPace, and Linda Armstrong. They play racquet ball and pump iron at that time, which made me feel warm and fuzzy to find another handfull of nice people I know there. )When I work out, I'm usually alone and the people there are not very nice, and avoid eye contact) But its all good, when I'm there I'm focused on my goal anyway. I'm getting there... slowly but surely. My diet stinks though. I have to eat so much! No me gusta. I have to re-train my brain. Six small meals is so hard to fit in!
Ok, back to the tarea...
viva la tarea!