Yesterday was the start of classes. Ah, what a vacation, I tell ya.
The class is a seminar, basically a way to get to know everyone in the program and also a way to write a crap load of papers. Today is the start of my most feared class, but I am trying to have a good attitude about it, social statistics. I hate math, math hates me. I'm also pretty sure I have a learning disability towards math, it's called fear, but I am going in with a positive attitude. It's also an undergrad class, the grad stats class is this spring. (I don't have the math requirement, hence the class.)
Anyway, I have all late afternoon and night classes- super score. I also don't have a job- super, super score. I'm also going to fall into a super lazy routine in about another week. To go from six jobs, two classes, two moves, six hours of sleep a night, to- nothing....screech! That would be the sound of my mind coming to a screeching halt. I have gotten decent sleep the last two nights. Here is why that is significant: every night, every single night, something in my apartment has fallen in the middle of the night scaring the crap out of me. The other night I had two pictures fall on my face while sawing some zzz's. That was fun. Last night nothing fell. This meant I actually got out of bed earlier. However, I either need to get up at a decent time and hit the workout and then hit the library or....lupy, bumpy, slug will start to set in...or I will be getting a job. And that's simply sad.
Oh, and I know this will be shocking, but all of my blog time in the past was done from work. I know, shocking. So since I don't have a job right now, um....the blogging might decline. Might. Don't know. Keep checking in.
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Blogging from work??? Da Horrors!!! Oh, wait...never mind!
Oh, the things that go bump in the night.
Yuck...I start grad school next week and I keep having nightmares!
Well, I hope you keep blogging, but I know when I'm not at work I tend to blow it off.
Bob: I know, I know. I hang my head in shame.
Angela: Eh, papers, papers, papers (and repeat until the word loses all meaning.)
Limpy: Ah, thanks, cutie-McDoogle, I am sure I will, but I am also sure the frequency will go down.
However, I also don't know anyone, so perhaps I will blog more just so I can feel like I am communicating with someone even if the vocal cords aren't being used.
....How sad was that?
I think all your problems can be fixed with an intense masturbation session.
My two cents.
Will: which are always welcome (your two cents.)
Masturbating, the intense kind, the bored and I'm watching TV, kind, the, I have nothing to do right now, kind, the I have something I should be doing right now, kind...pretty much all of the kinds, have been done. Often. Frequently. Cause I've been all of those in the past week or so.
And just because I am me.
"cutie-McDoogle"?
Why do I suddenyl feel like Neil Patrick Harris, only straight?
Limpy: it's just what popped into my head, but then after I wrote it, I did think the same thing you suddenly feel like.
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