Afternoon of 1-23-7

I’ve mentioned this before, but here we go again. The earlier I get up, the faster I get out the door. I had an 11:30 class. I got up at 9:30. I somehow managed to be fifteen minutes late. Ridiculous.

I think I’ve figured out how to handle A&P. I don’t really take notes in class, I just mindlessly write down the topic headings to keep my mind active. I see everybody else with their copies of the powerpoints, but that doesn’t really do anything for me. What I like doing is going through the book, and notecarding information based on what he mentioned in lecture.

We’re supposed to enact some form of personal change in this wellness class I’m taking. I’m thinking of doing something practical, and attempt to get some sleep. I won’t survive this semester if I don’t get adequate sleep. She wants us to keep a log of how we’re doing towards this goal. Ha ha. That’s going to be easy as hell for someone like me. I’ll just annotate when I GOTO bed, and when I get up, and occasionally write down commentary. I still need to think about the specifics of how I want to do it, what my baseline goal is. I only need around 8 hours. Oh sure, I can do seven. But 8 hours is good. As such, I should aim for 9. Because I’ll end up screwing up. It’s good to toss in a buffer like that.

But. In the spirit of how I’ve done this so many times in the past, I think I should take this to a ridiculous level. I should try going to bed at 9 PM. No, seriously. I find I’m less stressed if I have more time in the morning. I say 9 PM, again, because I’ll screw up. I know it’ll take a bit to get acclimated to going to bed earlier, but once I can, life gets a lot easier. I have some thinking to do, as I tend to stay late in the library, and have a class on Tuesday that gets out at 9 – 9:30.

Speaking of which, I have that class tonight. I openned up my notebook, trying to figure out what homework I had to do today. And I swear, I just can’t figure out what I was supposed to do. Normally I’m good at these things. Past classes, it’s been just do the workbook assignments. Meh. I hate starting classes on the wrong foot. I do it way too much. Regardless, I’ll try to notecard all the vocabulary for the chapter, because I’m absolutely horrible at vocabulary.

I ran into Cliff in the café. Liz left him there because she got called into work again. She really needs to start saying now. Puny female, she doesn’t have any BALLS. We split before I came here. He said he’s off for the sleeping lounge. It’s not officially called that, but everybody I know calls it that because… it’s the lounge where everybody sleeps on. *shrugs*

I haven’t run into Colleen yet this semester. Or Ashley. That makes me sad. I know they’re around, somewhere. Reminds me, I should start leaving lewd messages on Ashley’s cell phone. Because I’m weird like that. Or I could be cryptic.

“The dildo shines at midnight.”

Uhhh. Let’s see. I ate, I ran into Cliff, and I wrote this. I should go pretend to be productive.