Final thoughts
The weekend has ended. For everybody but me! I still have Monday. However, I am now in cleaning mode. The kitchen has remained unsanitary for long enough. I went postal on it all day long, and it is now almost within acceptable limits. Midterms are never favorable to the apartment, or to my sleeping habits for that matter. I slept forever this morning! How did I do that? I do actually store sleep. If I manage to get in something like 12 hours in one day, I can exist on three or four for about 5 days. It's not healthy, but sometimes it's necessary. Not this week though. Physical Fitness Test is Friday morning, and I have to start prepping for it tomorrow. That means regulating sleep (at least 6-8 hours a day) planned meals (limited amounts of meat, plenty of veggies and fruits to stay limber) lots and lots of water (preferably a cup an hour) which I am notorious at failing, and some regular exercise. I missed the gym today, so tomorrow morning I shall saunter down to it. Deck of cards workout will kill me tomorrow.
The cardinals lost again, and with two midterms tomorrow, my poor roommate must have aged at least two more years within the last two days. I have to find something good to help him with. Of course, I just went nuts on the kitchen so that should help. Tomorrow, finish the kitchen, get to the store, clean the floors and the bathroom. Hopfully I'll get to vacuum.
I think that I'm getting excited. It's been awhile since I've been excited.
The finals of the men's competitive soccer league ended this night with a fizzle. My partner and I had to through out two guys on the losing team for violent conduct and we ended the game early. College guys really are the biggest dopes on the face of the planet. Of course that is by no means all encompassing. Otherwise there would be a lot less sex going on in the world. Although, I have heard that many college girls are into jerks for some reason. That depresses me.
Wait, I was always taught that there were three things to never discuss in public: religion, politics and the great pumpkin. No, sex. That's it. I've been hoping to see Charlie Brown's Halloween special this week, so if anybody can find out when and where it's on, it would be much appreciated. I'm a huge Charlie Brown fan. "Oh! Everything I touch gets ruined!"
Okay, time to say something. For the last two months, I've noticed that when my heart rate increases, I can actually feel my heart beating in my chest like it's going to jump out. And it's only been within the last two months! What's changed in two months that would cause it to get so intense? I wonder if I need to be tested for heart problems. I wonder what could have gotten it so excited. I know that I have my theories. ;) Or should I say theory.
I had a heart to heart with my brother online this evening and it turns out that he may be failing classes because he feels too pressured about getting into a good school and majoring in engineering. He's not really sure what he wants to do and kind of feels that not being able to get into college is a lot better way of getting out of things than just admitting to my parents that he doesn't want to leave the area and major in engineering. I tried to put the kaibash to that idea by explaining that I went to school in York my first year and loved it. I had my mind opened to so many ideas that I wanted to explore a lot of them. I think that he'd enjoy it there, and hopefully he has something to work toward now. I don't want him failing classes, because he really is smarter than me, just inexperienced at life. That and I'm sure that his last girlfriend took him on a rollar coaster ride that he's not hoping to repeat. Women. That's not fair, I know lots of great women.
I missed chatting with you Kati. I'll admit it: I was jealous. I don't get jealous much, but I found myself wishing that I could go over a few things with you. Maybe I'm becoming dependent. I hope not. Give me a swift kicking if I am. We'll find out one way or the other this weekend.
Today, I found a letter that I never sent from almost two months ago. I thought that I had thrown it away, but I never did. Curious. Now I have to contemplate my thoughts in my sanctum. Goal for tomorrow: seal the deal.
The cardinals lost again, and with two midterms tomorrow, my poor roommate must have aged at least two more years within the last two days. I have to find something good to help him with. Of course, I just went nuts on the kitchen so that should help. Tomorrow, finish the kitchen, get to the store, clean the floors and the bathroom. Hopfully I'll get to vacuum.
I think that I'm getting excited. It's been awhile since I've been excited.
The finals of the men's competitive soccer league ended this night with a fizzle. My partner and I had to through out two guys on the losing team for violent conduct and we ended the game early. College guys really are the biggest dopes on the face of the planet. Of course that is by no means all encompassing. Otherwise there would be a lot less sex going on in the world. Although, I have heard that many college girls are into jerks for some reason. That depresses me.
Wait, I was always taught that there were three things to never discuss in public: religion, politics and the great pumpkin. No, sex. That's it. I've been hoping to see Charlie Brown's Halloween special this week, so if anybody can find out when and where it's on, it would be much appreciated. I'm a huge Charlie Brown fan. "Oh! Everything I touch gets ruined!"
Okay, time to say something. For the last two months, I've noticed that when my heart rate increases, I can actually feel my heart beating in my chest like it's going to jump out. And it's only been within the last two months! What's changed in two months that would cause it to get so intense? I wonder if I need to be tested for heart problems. I wonder what could have gotten it so excited. I know that I have my theories. ;) Or should I say theory.
I had a heart to heart with my brother online this evening and it turns out that he may be failing classes because he feels too pressured about getting into a good school and majoring in engineering. He's not really sure what he wants to do and kind of feels that not being able to get into college is a lot better way of getting out of things than just admitting to my parents that he doesn't want to leave the area and major in engineering. I tried to put the kaibash to that idea by explaining that I went to school in York my first year and loved it. I had my mind opened to so many ideas that I wanted to explore a lot of them. I think that he'd enjoy it there, and hopefully he has something to work toward now. I don't want him failing classes, because he really is smarter than me, just inexperienced at life. That and I'm sure that his last girlfriend took him on a rollar coaster ride that he's not hoping to repeat. Women. That's not fair, I know lots of great women.
I missed chatting with you Kati. I'll admit it: I was jealous. I don't get jealous much, but I found myself wishing that I could go over a few things with you. Maybe I'm becoming dependent. I hope not. Give me a swift kicking if I am. We'll find out one way or the other this weekend.
Today, I found a letter that I never sent from almost two months ago. I thought that I had thrown it away, but I never did. Curious. Now I have to contemplate my thoughts in my sanctum. Goal for tomorrow: seal the deal.