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[Nov. 20th, 2009|11:17 am] |
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I've never felt better than I have when I am completely empty.
And by that, I mean of food. =O
Ever since I moved in to this apartment (which I am now discovering is probably the most dangerous community surrounding Morgan... ), I've been making my own dinner at night. I've been lazy on discovering new things, so that dinner's usually mashed potatoes, some vegetables, and hot dogs because meat is expensive shit. But I didn't eat anything since breakfast yesterday (as of now, that'd be about 27 hours ago). And I feel awesome. O_o Now that I think about it a little, I remember that when I was back home and still riding my bike to work that I would not eat. I would not take break from work, either; rarely would I stop to get myself some food, and usually it would be because my boss forced me to eat. I would then ride my bike home and still not eat until 11PM.
Is it just me, or is this a sign that I've grown dependent of the conveniences of the city, since everything is a whimsical bus ride away? I feel like I've been getting fatter, too. >> Everyone challenges this, though. I suppose now that I'm completely empty of food I don't feel so fat anymore. That, and I haven't really been exercising much; everything being so close means I don't feel like going on an adventure on my way to school. MD 25 hasn't seen me in about three months now.
Speaking of the city, I still can't seem to understand what is wrong with you silly-ass city people and your fetish for walking straight into people. I don't know; maybe those cellphones you all be staring into have finally given you brain cancer. Or brain worms. Or something. Or... maybe everyone here is raised this was and I've been completely let out of the loop. When I was growing up, I was taught to keep right. I still do. Maybe learning how to be predictable on a bike is what keeps me walking in a straight line. I guess I'll lean to this theory. It doesn't really help that people also feel an absolute, God-given right to plow you the fuck off the sidewalk. Or into the wall. It's mostly females and couples who do it; all others give you right to pass.
Anyway, yeah. Can anything useful be said in this entry today?
...I hate Chemistry.
Yeah. There, I said it.
I'm learning now that Chemistry is a very, VERY wonky science. Too much of it is strictly theory. A lot of that theory is incredibly complicated and has extremely limited application (this one equation there was a whole section on only works on the hydrogen atom, like wtf yo? ). Couple that with the fact that, as the professor says, no one has actually SEEN an atom, and you begin to question the validity of how some of this stuff actually works. And I'm having the worst time taking in all of it. The class rushes by TOO FAST and isn't structured too terribly well, I think. Perhaps it's Dr. Hokmabadi. I'm gonna assume that his lack of assignments makes his teaching style harsh. He only gives tests. No, not even pop quizzes, and I would VERY much appreciate pop quizzes. Add that to the fact that the lecture and the lab hardly match up to one another, and the fact that both books teach in completely different ways, and I am in serious danger of failing that class again.
I cannot fail these classes. Quite frankly, I have had nothing but headache and I have been spending far too much of my time studying and/or sleeping on top of my chem book. And yet, I bombed the final for lab yesterday. I am NOT happy about that. I only had, like, a C in there at midterm. What does that say? Sure, all the assignments for me after that were Bs, but, c'mon now, those can only save what the final didn't for so long. I'm really scared right now to see my final grade. I don't want to look. At least Humanities isn't a problem (or so the teacher says) and I have an A in Pre-calculus. I like that last bit there. I like it real gewd.
 Dr. Hohmann, my essential boss, tells me to take a class next semester (if I survive that long) to relax, most likely an art course (which she suggested because she saw the picture I did for Mythos). Unfortunately, after hunting around, I can't have an art course because there are too many pre-reqs and the ones that I want are only available in fall. DX So much for that idea. But apparently I should take a computer course as well. Otherwise, I'm not gonna relax at her suggestion and I'm just gonna keep plowing forward with my curriculum that I'm already vastly behind on. Still can't take Physics because my maths are behind, so I have to keep fighting on it.
Otherwise, I don't really have anything to say this entry. I just figured that taking a second to scribble a little something down and post would give me a little boost to work on everything I have to do today.
Except this: I think I'm gonna quit writing that story I was working on. I keep wanting to tear it apart and restructure it because the concepts in here are either clichéd or are heavily borrowed from something else. The world doesn't need any more bad stories; perhaps I'll start a new one when I actually have a useful theme to try to convey and can use to build my own story structure. Until then, I may start reading fiction more. Fiction that isn't bad. Like the books a certain crazy lady with sparkly wet dreams writes. |
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