Spring Break Sucks.

It’s kind of sad how much happier I am when I’m productive. I HAUL ASS. Probably also helped that I felt kind of popular today. I ran into Ashley (Erik’s now-ex), and Martino. Ashley asked if I’m “ripped like Jesus”. Ha ha. Soon. Martino gave me a manhug. I swear, only he and Dan are good for manhugs. Colleen passed by. Damn it, she never stops to talk to me. Tara passed by and she hugged me. And, I passed by Jess (Cliff’s most recent ex). That’s most of the people I know? All I was missing was Ashley, and maybe Dan.

My A&P teacher is such a weirdo. He’s me if I were to teach. Ha ha. After class, I said offhand about how I do better when I have a routine. He quickly drew a Productivity Curve on the board. Sort of like a bell curve, but not. Y axis was productivity, and X axis was things to do. Basically, we do best somewhere in the middle. Too much, or too little to do, and we’re either crushed under the pressure, or we don’t give a shit. I mean, the fact that he knew it offhand and drew it adds some serious nerd points.

Uhhhh.

I think I spent three hours studying for kinesiology. Is that what it’s called? It didn’t really qualify as ‘studying’ in my mind, even if I was hauling ass. She wanted us to go over the hip joint. So I went over all the muscles, their actions, then created a chart with the actions and the muscles that do them. Four or five pages of notes later, I bothered looking at what she actually assigned. Really, I could have been done in ten minutes if I wanted, but I prefer doing it this way. I already know the locations of everything, a general idea of the muscles and actions, and class should be nothing but a review. I swear, this is the only class I’ve been able to pull this off. Then when she lectures, I just make small annotations near my notes for what I’m supposed to know.

(In my mind, studying is what you do in a study cubicle while staring at book, ultimately gaining nothing. Nothing like defining your terms so they’re either impossible or undesirable. Me? I never study!)

My mom informed me that our neighbor complained again that I forgot to close the garage door. Condo complex and all. My mom claims, “She’s just a nice old lady.” Uh. She does nothing but bitch and complain. There’s a difference between an old lady who reminds you that your garage door is open, and the one that nags you. I realized the reason dad and I forget to close it, is because when we come back, it’s closed. Think about it. If we never come home to see it open, there’s absolutely no connection. Instead, we get nagged, and when we won’t remember. Memory is partially spatially oriented. If you think about how you forgot to close the garage door while you’re NEAR the garage door, you’ll remember. But if you’re doing something else and you get nagged, ha ha, fat chance we’ll remember.

I should sleep and stuff. Sleep feels nice.