Torpedos Armed.

So this is what it’s about. This is what I’ve been avoiding.

Sheer hard work.

To set the mood, I have Theme From Rocky XIII on. Thank you, Weird Al. I’ve been playing the song in my head all day. It’s rather sad that I have all the lyrics memorized.

I was late to class this morning. I knew I would be, but for once, I wasn’t perturbed. I normally feel really guilty when I’m late for class. I remember I used to feel horrible when I’d walk into a large lecture hall late. I’m not sure what’s worse, that or a small class. Small class, you get chastized. But see, my spanish prof is cool, he won’t give you shit. I’ve had classes where I’d rather just not show up than be late. Not this prof, this is a class I like showing up for.

I completely dropped the ball studying this weekend, which left me with just today to do all my studying for my third A&P exam. I left two tuna sandwiches in the van. It’s cold enough out where they stay fresh, which amuses me greatly. There’s was a good amount of material to cover, but I knew what I wanted to focus on was the chapter on muscle tissue, and the chapter on nervous tissue. He powerlectured through Bones, Joints, and Muscles, three separate chapters, in one day. ..Did I just coin the word powerlecture? :: smirks :: I am amused. Must be from all those years of powerleveling.

It was sometime after 1 PM when I started. I discovered this quiet room in the library with comfy blue chairs. So I’ve taken to going in there. A change of scenary. I tore through the muscle chapter than anticipated. I went through some online questions, then had my first tuna. Tore through the nervous tissue. I realized I was tired. It was around 7 PM. I let my head go back in the comfy blue, and put my red hat over my eyes, and rested for a half hour. Got up, ate, pooped, and came back. I didn’t have time to look over the rest of the chapters, so I went over the notecards I made once. I can only cram in so much information.

I was in a very post-nap state, as I am now. A complete calming. I won’t spank this test. But, I’m not bothered. Yesterday’s surprise A motivated me to all hell. I’m so glad I made sure I got sleep last night. I’m an intense person, when I put myself into something, I DO it. I’m intense at work, I’m intense at play, I’m intense when I study, I’m intense in romance, and I’m intense in the sac. I’ll go over the notecards I have tomorrow before class. I’ll have an hour or two. Do what I can. After classes, I’ll do my spanish homework. And this weekend? It’s time to write a research paper.

I can multitask quite well. I was the man when I worked at Panera. But when it comes to time-draining tasks, I can’t just do one then switch to another. I study NONSTOP for one thing, then pause, then GO HARD AGAIN. I can’t switch to something else, it feels like too much work. I start, and I finish. And after this third exam, I’ll be able to focus on this paper. I’ll have to. Everything’s going to come at me at once.

As I said, I’m in a post-nap state. Which means I’m feeling incredibly cuddle. I could go for some serious spoonage right about now. Maybe even have a TimmySandwich, be the middle spoon. Mmm. Girls smell so nice when they first wake up. Or post-nap.

(I had a mental tangent about how cuddles lead to extracurricular sexual activities. Yet, this isn’t entirely true. I’ve never cuddled with someone JUST for cuddles and had it lead to other things. I’ve had situations where things just sort of happened, and in the process, there was cuddlage and snugglage. Especially given my track record, I have a fear of doing meaningless physical things, because it ends up making me feel bad? It’s hard turning off the mental censor.)

Anyway. I could go for some INTENSE cuddling. And some breast smooshing. Because I’m silly like that. Just put my face between a lady’s breasts and go brprhapseria;n;alksn;lanh!!!! AH, that’s what it was. I get told sometimes to just go out and GET some cuddlage. I realized the reason this used to make me feel bad is because it’s as if I’m being told that I shouldn’t crave cuddling. I deserve cuddling, and it’s okay to crave cuddling!

(Or get told to get some fellatio/penetration/breasts, you get the idea.)

Mmm. Milk. Cow’s milk, silly. …Though, as we know, I wouldn’t mind human milk, either.

Anyway, I have to dissect a sheep’s brain in the morning, so I better get some sleep. …Oh how I wish I was kidding.