Afternoon of 1-16-7

Ah. Here I am again. Kind of sad how routine it is, even though I’m still checking room numbers. Winter break was awesome to me. Food, friends, video games, and pussylicking; what else does a boy need? (I like inventing ways to use semicolons, because I still don’t know how to use them. I consider punctuation just a way to format your text. Kind of the same way how I invent words on the spot.) Three weeks was just right. I bet if I had another week, I would have gotten bored. I like going out to eat when it feels like a special occasion, “Wow, I haven’t been here in a while.” I intend to live in a cheap and healthy fashion until May. You can’t eat a loaf and a half of Macaroni Grill bread on a regular basis. Mmm.

“You know, a tablespoon of extra virgin olive oil is 100 calories.”

:: then proceeds to liberally slather bread in oil prior to consumption ::

Ha ha. The entire reason I’m a tight-ass is so I enjoy when I let my ass be a little looser. Hrm. I wonder if the phrase, “loose-ass” would catch on, as a descriptor for someone who lives without restraint. (With or without posterior penetration, of course.)

It was nice lifting early in the morning again. One guy asked where I’ve been. I don’t talk to people, they talk to me. I don’t mind until they start asking what I’m doing at school.

First class this morning was A&P II. The prof reminds me of a somber, confident Mr. Brady, if Mr. Brady could have a really dry sense of humor. Well, I don’t know about dry. I never knew what a ‘dry’ sense of humor meant, anyway. He respects the fact that the material is boring.

Prof Crabbe: “As we know, females have ovaries, and females have testes.”

Class: “…You mean males.”

Prof: “Just checking.”

I noticed something very quickly: His voice is deeper than Dr. Frank’s. I don’t know whether it’s true at all, but I have an easier time listening to people with higher-pitched voices. Crabbe’s voice is low enough where I have problems understanding what he’s saying. You konw, brain tuning out. Almost like my brain identifying his voice as a background distraction. I’ll have to stay on the ball in that class, because most of the learning I did in A&P I was outside of class.

I had Personal Health and Wellness after that, which I was banking on being a more relaxed class. The same chick who taught me intro to exercise science class is teaching that class. Which is good. She’s pretty relaxed. Plus, I owe her. She passed me last semester when I should have gotten an F. Thankfully, the projects in this class should be things I can spank. We’re supposed to pick one thing about our lives and attempt to change it. And keep a log while doing it.

Asking me to write is like asking me to masturbate. I’m going to get around to it eventually whether you ask me to or not.

We also have to do a powerpoint. I actually have never dealt with powerpoint, because .. Well, I’m anal-retentive and hate powerpoint. I’m banking on being able to pick a topic I can be silly about. You know, have some facts, then just start amusing myself. We’ll see. I hate public speaking.

I have spanish at 6:30. I should finish some food and uh. Maybe I’ll take a nap in the library. Ha ha. There’s always a second sudoku. I made a mental note to go over the vocabulary for the next chapter, as this will be a double-period.