5.02 - After the Ball is Over
My unconscious mind always seems to know more than I do. Probably why my psyche's so jealous. The unconscious seems to punch my internal clock, managing circadian rhythms based on what my life needs. When I need one hour of sleep to bridge the gap between days in order to churn out a paper before a class, I get that. When I need sleep and don't have anything pressing, my unconscious is not above ignoring the chimes of IM from my computer and melodic ringtones from my cellphone as it lays bedside. I slept for almost twelve hours after getting back from playing beer pong with Dick. I missed a call from My Darling Girl, a batch of emails and a few stray IM's. My life seemed content to roll along without my active participation and my unconscious mind, son of a bitch that he is, seemed willing to indulge.
As a matter of course, I like to provide some personal details in abbreviated fashion. Gives any readers a mental image (to compliment the grainy block picture on LiveJournal) and helps snap me back to reality on my physical appearance. I'm 5'11" and brown eyes, or so my fake ID says. I have light brown hair, which is usually dyed black and cut short, but I've been bored with that style and have been letting it grow out and revert to its natural color until I figure out what the bloody hell I want to do with it. My latest verbal piccadillo is saying "Bloody hell" with irritating regularity and often unconventional context. My skin is fishskin white, my body is slender, but in deplorable shape. I have no muscle or upper body definition and the fat resulting from a college diet of junk food and dining hall cuisine pools around my midsection, giving me a fat ass, bulky thighs, and a thin donut of mass that wraps around my hips and lower abdomen. I'm not what anyone would call attractive, but I'm not Freddy Kruger either.
The latest circumstances of my life have been the same uninspired routines of all college students. Classes, organizational involvement, and the mundane social capriciousness resulting from cabin fever in close quarters. I've been in a funk, but too busy to address it, and as a result experiencing psychological friction which the texts call pathology. Tuesday marked the last day of classes, so now that I'm freed from the rat race of college life, all I have to do is perform on finals and hopefully get through this semester.
This summer is going to be busy, but the stakes are going to be...well, not lower, but different. Timing will be a little less strict anyway. I'm taking several classes at Penn State Behrend, prepping for GRE's and LSAT's, writing an article to bolster my grad school credentials, laying the foundation for my senior project, and moving to my new apartment. I'm getting a car and the only worry I have about that now is money, y'know gas prices being what they are. Additionally, I'm going to need money for fall wardrobe, books, and other expenses. The chief problem is that I'm in Erie for business hours during the summer. Going to be a neat trick, I think.
As a matter of course, I like to provide some personal details in abbreviated fashion. Gives any readers a mental image (to compliment the grainy block picture on LiveJournal) and helps snap me back to reality on my physical appearance. I'm 5'11" and brown eyes, or so my fake ID says. I have light brown hair, which is usually dyed black and cut short, but I've been bored with that style and have been letting it grow out and revert to its natural color until I figure out what the bloody hell I want to do with it. My latest verbal piccadillo is saying "Bloody hell" with irritating regularity and often unconventional context. My skin is fishskin white, my body is slender, but in deplorable shape. I have no muscle or upper body definition and the fat resulting from a college diet of junk food and dining hall cuisine pools around my midsection, giving me a fat ass, bulky thighs, and a thin donut of mass that wraps around my hips and lower abdomen. I'm not what anyone would call attractive, but I'm not Freddy Kruger either.
The latest circumstances of my life have been the same uninspired routines of all college students. Classes, organizational involvement, and the mundane social capriciousness resulting from cabin fever in close quarters. I've been in a funk, but too busy to address it, and as a result experiencing psychological friction which the texts call pathology. Tuesday marked the last day of classes, so now that I'm freed from the rat race of college life, all I have to do is perform on finals and hopefully get through this semester.
This summer is going to be busy, but the stakes are going to be...well, not lower, but different. Timing will be a little less strict anyway. I'm taking several classes at Penn State Behrend, prepping for GRE's and LSAT's, writing an article to bolster my grad school credentials, laying the foundation for my senior project, and moving to my new apartment. I'm getting a car and the only worry I have about that now is money, y'know gas prices being what they are. Additionally, I'm going to need money for fall wardrobe, books, and other expenses. The chief problem is that I'm in Erie for business hours during the summer. Going to be a neat trick, I think.