Afternoon of 10-5-6

Wah. Huh. What time is it? Wow, surprised I haven’t wandered in here earlier. I’ve been awake since 7 AM? It’s 4 now. *yawns* Ah, classes are finally over. If only I could just go home. But we know if I go home, I’ll do jack shit. Jack’s a lucky guy to be done by me, eh? If only his last name didn’t stink.

Yes, I amuse myself.

Learning how to learn. Hrm, get to that another time.

Cliff left me a message on AIM last night while I was sleeping, because I’m always signed on to AIM, that he wanted me to train him Rocky style. He may be tall and lanky, but he has a gut hanging out. Dead-serious. We have no shared gym access, so if I were to train him, I’d train him bodyweight. No running. All that cross-country shit he did in high school wrecked his feet. I’d have him do sets of burpee pull-ups, explosive lunges, then squat jumps. That’s enough to get his blood moving and make him sore. As a motivator, I’d make him go until he drops. Relatively speaking. If this ever happens, I’d love to train him and Erik at the same time. Though, be damned if we’ll have a common time to do this. After I leave campus, I’ll go scout playgrounds to see if I can find a pull-up bar. That’s all I need. Might be hard, as large metal structures have been superceded by large dangerous plastic structures. I hate plastic.

I’d love to train Cliff. But that should go without saying.

What to do, what to do…

A single level of Hybrid Heaven is good relaxation time. Unfortunately my dad sits in front of the TV as soon as he gets home. *shrugs*

I have some spanish stuff to do, but it shouldn’t be as hard as I think. Just a new verb tense, and write a few sentences. I should knock it out quickly then go eat.

I have to parse out, quickly literally, how I intend to tackle A&P. The thought of studying for any length of time gives me an anxiety attack. Noez, I say. Noez! Test tuesday. I brought notecards with me. Maybe I can convine myself to start some route work preparation. Just going through what I need to know, and transcribing it into a different media. The phrase “phospholipid bilayer” is ringing in my head, because cell membranes are “amphipathic”.

I’ll probably keep to myself this weekend. But if Cliff would indulge me, it would be helpful to have someone to babble to. After all, he’s the guy that can off-the-cuff a monologue on mammal reproductive systems. It isn’t so much the fact that Cliff will understand it as… No wait, that’s what it is. Who the hell else would sit through someone talking about A&P? Cliff’s quite intelligent and can understand anything you explain to him. Well, we’ll see.

Let’s get it on. Sooner I penetrate this membrane of independent knowledge acquisition, the sooner I can disengage major motor skills in favor of a restorative state. Ha ha, the only reason there is to learn language is so you can fuck with it.