"We can talk all night, but that ain't getting us nowhere..."
I went to the gym all by myself today. I did 40 minutes on the bike and then 10 minutes on the elliptical machine. I would have stayed on there longer, but I didn't leave for St. Paul as early as I should have, and I wanted to make sure I had enough time to get back to Minneapolis, eat lunch, and then get to class. I probably could have just gone to the rec center over here, but I like the St. Paul one so much better. There are so many fewer people in that one. Seriously, when I left there were only two other people there, and one of them had just shown up right as I was leaving. It was great. The downside, of course, is that now my legs are absolutely killing me. But it will be worth it. I hope.
My coffee machine arrived today. I've already had two cups and am seriously contemplating a third even though it's already 11. I figure I still have an hour or two before I'm gonna go to bed, and I want to get at least the first chapter of the book Fiasco: The American Military Adventure in Iraq finished. Actually, *consults book* the first chapter is only 11 pages, so I'm going to plan on getting the first two chapters read tonight. Then I can finish it up Friday, read the first seven chapters of Things Fall Apart and do my journalism readings this weekend, and then do my film studies reading on Monday. Or something like that. I have so much reading to do this semester.
My first day of copy editing is Sept. 15, which is the same day as the first writers' group meeting. =( I'm really hoping that I can skip the issue 2 meeting, finish the copy editing by 5 or 6, and then go to the meeting. I've already told everyone I'll be there; I'd really hate to have to tell them that that's not true. Plus, I haven't seen any of them in three months; I've missed them.
Oh, and I took a quiz in my journalism book...apparently I shouldn't be a journalist. Awesome.
And in the past few moments, as I was trying to find lyrics to put in the subject line to describe my mood/this post, I felt a wave of incredible sadness. I'm not really sure why. I was thinking of how (until now) I had managed to go an entire post without talking about Chris. I noticed it, so I'm clearly not over him, but I didn't have anything to say. I'm not talking to him, so I'm not happy. He's not ignoring me, so I'm not mad and ready to just say to hell with him. He's not online. I managed to go some time today without thinking of him, but now I am. I wonder if that's what's making me sad.
I wanted to try to find a happy song to raise my spirits, but then I gave up. I decided to embrace my sadness and am now listening to Meatloaf's "Two Out of Three Ain't Bad," one of the saddest songs I've ever heard.
And now I'm off to read about the start of the war in Iraq. Fun.
My coffee machine arrived today. I've already had two cups and am seriously contemplating a third even though it's already 11. I figure I still have an hour or two before I'm gonna go to bed, and I want to get at least the first chapter of the book Fiasco: The American Military Adventure in Iraq finished. Actually, *consults book* the first chapter is only 11 pages, so I'm going to plan on getting the first two chapters read tonight. Then I can finish it up Friday, read the first seven chapters of Things Fall Apart and do my journalism readings this weekend, and then do my film studies reading on Monday. Or something like that. I have so much reading to do this semester.
My first day of copy editing is Sept. 15, which is the same day as the first writers' group meeting. =( I'm really hoping that I can skip the issue 2 meeting, finish the copy editing by 5 or 6, and then go to the meeting. I've already told everyone I'll be there; I'd really hate to have to tell them that that's not true. Plus, I haven't seen any of them in three months; I've missed them.
Oh, and I took a quiz in my journalism book...apparently I shouldn't be a journalist. Awesome.
And in the past few moments, as I was trying to find lyrics to put in the subject line to describe my mood/this post, I felt a wave of incredible sadness. I'm not really sure why. I was thinking of how (until now) I had managed to go an entire post without talking about Chris. I noticed it, so I'm clearly not over him, but I didn't have anything to say. I'm not talking to him, so I'm not happy. He's not ignoring me, so I'm not mad and ready to just say to hell with him. He's not online. I managed to go some time today without thinking of him, but now I am. I wonder if that's what's making me sad.
I wanted to try to find a happy song to raise my spirits, but then I gave up. I decided to embrace my sadness and am now listening to Meatloaf's "Two Out of Three Ain't Bad," one of the saddest songs I've ever heard.
And now I'm off to read about the start of the war in Iraq. Fun.