See, I don't have class until 10:50 today, but I get up at 6:30 anyway because I obviously hate myself and enjoy lifting heavy things and running around an old building at ungodly hours. I totally have to do this, however, because I realized that despite many years of swimming and athletic activity, I am totally weak. Like, I bench press the BAR and die. And this needs to be fixed.
After that I grabbed the necessary caffeine and carbs, inhaled them, and came here to do work in the computer lab that I'm apparently unable to do in my room because I get distracted. By things like blogging.
Crap.
But I was actually super productive while I've been in here, so no worries. This is my present to myself. I LIKE blogging, and it helps me sort out my thoughts and sarcasm, all of which are extremely crazy during the beginning of the semester and you sometimes want to curl up in a ball and sleep for months but instead you complete your assigned cardio units and set up stupid interviews for pointless class assignments that you hate. And then after that you read (okay...by the end, you're totally skimming) one hundred pages for a single class in one night. College.
You can probably tell by this post that I've been in one of those moods. So last night I called my parents and they made me feel totally better about my life and imparted copious amounts of wisdom while I whined at them. Then I called my sister and she made me laugh. It all works out eventually.
On a completely unrelated note, how about that State of the Union address? I am a political junkie and everything, but I was about to throw something through Ashley's television (hence my restraint) because of the excessive clapping and standing up. I kind of wonder what Robert Byrd does. How do the ancient Senators handle all that up and down cheering?
Anddddd, now my mind is fried, and I've got to recover if I'm going to understand anything my professor says in my next class. Deciphering the accent's quite the job.
