Just a Tuesday..?
I woke up on my own a few minutes before my alarm went off. I slept a good nine hours and still felt tired. I think it was the beer from last night, but I only drank like 4. I had weird dreams but don't remember them. I worked out before class. I made 3 peanut butter sandwiches for school and had toast with peanut butter for breakfast. Giving up sugar for lent seemed to spark an unhealthy addiction for peanut butter. It really goes good on almost anything if done right, especially in stir fry, chicken or french toast..no joke. I got a 83.5 on my stats test, which isn't bad for a hood rat like me. After stats, Greg came up and started babbling to me n the other Jeff in my class about something I didn't care at all about. Either way it didn't make sense, so I made a weird face at Jeff and left him when Greg wasn't looking. The other Jeff doesn't mind, he's nice like that. I had places to be though. Another 75 minute class that was too boring to hold my attention for longer than 30 seconds at a time. It was time for my first peanut butter sandwich. The scent of it had caught me off guard when I opened my backpack. The sorority girl sitting next to me might judge me, but fuck it, I'm hungry. I could tell she wanted some, but she didn't know it was plain jane. No corn syrup and grape concord flavoring on this bastard...just great value wheat toast and peter pan. It will make me look mature. She'll assume I drink my coffee black too. No flavoring needed. I am all that is man and manly. I'll offer her some next time. I figured I'd wait before pulling out any big bait. I have the rest of the semester. Better to win a girl over slow when you can afford the time. After class there was yet another manic born-again preacher behind the student union. I made my way over to hear if this one had anything new to say. He didn't. All fornicators, masturbaters, gangster rappers and butt-savages are still doomed to eternal hellfire. Any balance-off-setters are doomed, and why wouldn't we be? But I don't know about for an eternity. There's a 1:1 balanced ratio of pleasure to pain, so if we had too much fun it makes sense that we have a debt to pay, but an eternity is pushing it. The soul is like a pair of pants. Over the course of a lifetime it gets worn and dirty and gets cleaned up after they're worn out only to get worn again. and you can't get out of the washer-dryer (death-rebirth) cycle until you give up your pants to good will.
I met up w. Linda, walked her to her car and had her drop me off at the library. I was suppose to study spanish but saw dennis studying in the front lounge. I ended up shooting the shit with him for a good hour and 20 before I had to leave for my two hour "FM exam seminar," which is too boring to describe. I had gotten there early. It was time for another peanut butter sandwich. I forgot my water bottle in my finance class, but I didn't need it. Water is for the weak. I didn't sit by Greg, but I acknowledged him and told him I needed to save a seat for Ariel. I made small talk with a Puerto Rican girl, Maria, who sat in front of me. No, she didn't go to the strip on Thursday. She's going to Puerto Rico for break. I don't care that much.
After that I had to go straight to the library to study spanish, but this time it was in a group meeting. We have a 10 minute oral exam in class tomorrow. We studied maybe a total of a half an hour and were there for two. They rambled and bitched about their boyfriends and whined when I tried to bring them back to the homework. So I just studied on my own and ate my last PB sandwich. I got home at around 10 and made quesadillas & corn on the cob for dinner. It was a long day in which I did a lot, but didn't accomplish much.
I met up w. Linda, walked her to her car and had her drop me off at the library. I was suppose to study spanish but saw dennis studying in the front lounge. I ended up shooting the shit with him for a good hour and 20 before I had to leave for my two hour "FM exam seminar," which is too boring to describe. I had gotten there early. It was time for another peanut butter sandwich. I forgot my water bottle in my finance class, but I didn't need it. Water is for the weak. I didn't sit by Greg, but I acknowledged him and told him I needed to save a seat for Ariel. I made small talk with a Puerto Rican girl, Maria, who sat in front of me. No, she didn't go to the strip on Thursday. She's going to Puerto Rico for break. I don't care that much.
After that I had to go straight to the library to study spanish, but this time it was in a group meeting. We have a 10 minute oral exam in class tomorrow. We studied maybe a total of a half an hour and were there for two. They rambled and bitched about their boyfriends and whined when I tried to bring them back to the homework. So I just studied on my own and ate my last PB sandwich. I got home at around 10 and made quesadillas & corn on the cob for dinner. It was a long day in which I did a lot, but didn't accomplish much.