Mondays [Mondaze?] "Blow Ass"
"There's only a mad logic here, no resolving. Your brother said something, he said, 'You've got to have a sense of humor about all this - otherwise it makes no sense.' You must be in hell if you can seriously say things like that. We've become Medieval."
- Michael Ondaatje, Anil's Ghost
(a quote that came out of my Anthro enthrographic reading)
So I'm doing another late night post... but it's earlier than last night, so I think I get points for that. I should be in bed before 3am tonight. ^^ (Which is good because I have to get up at 9am).
First off, today sucked. As Kate said, it "blew ass". (At which I nearly fell over laughing while struggling to carry my very heavy laundry bag down the stairs. :P) We're renaming Mondays to Blow Ass Day. Seriously.
And it wasn't just me and Kate. Jessica and Jen had crappy days, too.
So anyways, there were a couple of things that I wanted to write in here that struck me during class, but now I realize that my backpack is still in the Madrigal Lounge with David (who's using my Spanish vocab notes to help him read our latest lengthy horror of Spanish literature) and that some of the stuff I wanted to copy into my journal is actually in my room, where Kate is sleeping soundly, dreaming of ... I dunno, the Earth probably.
But one epiphany I had today in Russian Lit. class was that the character of Lermontov's A Hero of Our Time named Pechorin is soooo Vec. Or rather, Vec is so Pechorin. It's times like this, when I have these brilliant moments of clarity, that I wish he and I were still friends so I could fill him in on my discovery. Alas, I'll keep it to myself and someday include it in my Following the Invisible Man novel, which I mean to complete someday far in the future... probably once all the painful memories have faded to dust, and I'm left with nothing more than remembrances of the good times (of which there were many) and the humor of the whole situation.
It's a Tuesday tomorrow, which means Spanish, a bit of Psych and a bit of Anthro, but more importantly a new leaf in the world of Rae: that's right, folks, regular gym attendance!
Now, I wish I could say that this way inspired by a desire for a healthy body, but sadly it has a lot more to do with my messed up back. As my right side is more built-up (noticeably, if I bend forward and you're looking at my back when I'm wearing a tank top), I have to do something to fix this. My aunt has been calling me constantly all week asking whether or not I've made an appointment at UHS to have them look at my back. (I think she's worried that my whole spine is shifting, and that I'll end up with my tail bone somewhere in the vicinity of my right hip. :P) While this whole issue has caused a slight curvature in my back, I think that with David's help and guidance (he has a similar condition) we can work up the left side so that there's not such a strain on the muscles on the right side. Plus, the lower back needs work, too. Augh, and Kate wonders why I say I suck at life... look at me, I'm falling apart. I'm a mess. Mentally, physically, emotionally... well, not sooo badly emotionally, but even so...
Well, bed calls. I just had to add to that earlier statement of the suckiness of my dad, validating it because it really was that awful (as can be seen by me having broken out my ANGRY/DESPERATE mixed CD and blasting it so the whole hall could hear... but what better way to be angry than with some Crossfade, some Chevelle, some Adema, some Nickelback, some Dope ("Debonaire", in case you're wondering), some Hot Action Cop ("Doom Boom") and some Saliva. Yesss, it helped.
- Michael Ondaatje, Anil's Ghost
(a quote that came out of my Anthro enthrographic reading)
So I'm doing another late night post... but it's earlier than last night, so I think I get points for that. I should be in bed before 3am tonight. ^^ (Which is good because I have to get up at 9am).
First off, today sucked. As Kate said, it "blew ass". (At which I nearly fell over laughing while struggling to carry my very heavy laundry bag down the stairs. :P) We're renaming Mondays to Blow Ass Day. Seriously.
And it wasn't just me and Kate. Jessica and Jen had crappy days, too.
So anyways, there were a couple of things that I wanted to write in here that struck me during class, but now I realize that my backpack is still in the Madrigal Lounge with David (who's using my Spanish vocab notes to help him read our latest lengthy horror of Spanish literature) and that some of the stuff I wanted to copy into my journal is actually in my room, where Kate is sleeping soundly, dreaming of ... I dunno, the Earth probably.
But one epiphany I had today in Russian Lit. class was that the character of Lermontov's A Hero of Our Time named Pechorin is soooo Vec. Or rather, Vec is so Pechorin. It's times like this, when I have these brilliant moments of clarity, that I wish he and I were still friends so I could fill him in on my discovery. Alas, I'll keep it to myself and someday include it in my Following the Invisible Man novel, which I mean to complete someday far in the future... probably once all the painful memories have faded to dust, and I'm left with nothing more than remembrances of the good times (of which there were many) and the humor of the whole situation.
It's a Tuesday tomorrow, which means Spanish, a bit of Psych and a bit of Anthro, but more importantly a new leaf in the world of Rae: that's right, folks, regular gym attendance!
Now, I wish I could say that this way inspired by a desire for a healthy body, but sadly it has a lot more to do with my messed up back. As my right side is more built-up (noticeably, if I bend forward and you're looking at my back when I'm wearing a tank top), I have to do something to fix this. My aunt has been calling me constantly all week asking whether or not I've made an appointment at UHS to have them look at my back. (I think she's worried that my whole spine is shifting, and that I'll end up with my tail bone somewhere in the vicinity of my right hip. :P) While this whole issue has caused a slight curvature in my back, I think that with David's help and guidance (he has a similar condition) we can work up the left side so that there's not such a strain on the muscles on the right side. Plus, the lower back needs work, too. Augh, and Kate wonders why I say I suck at life... look at me, I'm falling apart. I'm a mess. Mentally, physically, emotionally... well, not sooo badly emotionally, but even so...
Well, bed calls. I just had to add to that earlier statement of the suckiness of my dad, validating it because it really was that awful (as can be seen by me having broken out my ANGRY/DESPERATE mixed CD and blasting it so the whole hall could hear... but what better way to be angry than with some Crossfade, some Chevelle, some Adema, some Nickelback, some Dope ("Debonaire", in case you're wondering), some Hot Action Cop ("Doom Boom") and some Saliva. Yesss, it helped.