Shit... I Don't Know!

Why do I even bother...

So, I've still got a reasonable chunk of time left to my day, but I figured I'd blog now and get it out of my way...

Here we go. After having taken both pysh classes this morning, I've discovered that they overlap quite a bit, that I have some impending tests, and that I feel like a jackass when I take naps in them... Yeah.

On a different note, I'm currently watching the season premiere of Heroes. I'm so excited :)!!! Now, if only Andrew could get our season 2 DVD back, and season 3 would stop costing so much... My Heroes addiction is all coming back to me like a Vietenamse prostitute who 'love me long time'. I did however pre-order season 4 of HIMYM via Amazon (I'm Amazon.com's bitch). Aaaaand, because the free shipping super saver eligible only counts for purchases $25 or more (And season 4 cost 24.99 (fuck you almighty system!!!)) I also bought Superman/Batman: Public Enemies (I'm a raging addict!).

I also finished reading InterWorld. It was okay. I mean, it was sort of a guilty pleasure fun read than anything else. The afterword was also really cool. I know that sounds lame, me praising the afterword of a novel rather than the book itself, but Gaiman seems to enjoy these little afterword tidbits. Nevertheless, an enjoyable book, that, oddly enough, reminded me of Mrs. Vogt. I don't know what it was about it... It just reminded me of highschool homeroom all over again...

Well, Heroes just ended and I'm a slave once more... But alas, I must finish up here and get to work on my architecture assignment. Toodles!

Fuck The Title

Damn. I've wanted to post for the past few days now, but I've kept pushing it off until it's too late and I tell myself I'll do it the next day... Well, now, having had a few hours open up, I've got the time.

So. One thing I've wanted to do is post a few reviews of the latest energy drinks I've poisoned my body with to stay alive (Btw, I'm not as crazy as I seem. Other people do this too... However I can't post a link to it because apparently the guy stopped blogging... huh... you learn something new everyday...). The first was a generic gas station pick up: Buzzed Energy. It has a nice can, simple yet effective designs, with a nice color scheme. But the praise ends there. The drink itself tasted like a bad mix of Red Bull and Monster, yet adding to that with a syrupy quality. It wasn't good. It managed to keep me alert, but that might be because of the unpleasantness now coursing through my body. The other drink was Monster: Assault. I must say I really liked the red 'M' logo. I was always a fan of the original green one, but the red... looked so much more vicious... The camo design added to the can was useless, and the little description piece about the camo was lame (yes, I do tend to read what's printed on the cans... What? I'm a college student, I get bored...). The drink itself was pretty good. It reminded me of the Red Bull cola a little. Or like Unbound (which I'm pretty sure I never posted an actual review of). However, like other Monster drinks, and other sugary energy drinks like it... it made my teeth hurt by the end of it...

In other news I finished my architecture model on time and got some relatively positive feed back on it. Now I'm sticking to a schedule and getting more work done on campus, so I won't have to take it home and work on it at work (where I got a lot of strange comments and started a lot of odd conversations).

I also just showed up to my Psych 254 Discussion for the first time today. The discussion itself should help me out because there is a lot of topics covered in lecture, most of them dealing with things similar to what you'd see in an anatomy class (except it does more to relate that to emotions). However the class itself is thrown in the basement of a building. Its room number is B17, which makes me think of battleship every time I see it. It's a small room with hard white walls, no windows, and no clock. It's kinda scary really...

In OTHER news not related to myself. Kanye West is a dick. Why? Because he ran onstage and said Beyonce had the best video of the year. Wow. Kanye, I actually like your music but you are an egotistical maniac, who is coincidentally not Jesus. Even though I'm really not into Taylor Swift, and I could care even less about MTV, but what he did was just rude. She's 19 for God's sake and that award was likely the greatest gift anyone could have given her. Now, I haven't seen Kanye's "apology" on Jay Leno (which I've heard gets quite emotional), but I have read his blog posts, and they're pretty weak. You can tell he's only saying it to get people off of his back about it... Even 50 Cent is angry at him!!! Kanye West, you are a dick.

Then again, the same is thought of me... So I guess it's really up to the eye of the beholder...

First Day Back

Yes, it is True. Yesterday, I started my sophomore year of college. That means that the summer is over, and the grind begins once again.

The night before I tried going to bed at a reasonable hour, however, like all nights before a big day, I can't get any sleep. I just psych myself so much because I have to get sleep. So I grabbed a few hours before waking up at 7am (which I think I've done twice in the past 4 months...). I got up and it all came back to me. Eating breakfast, getting dressed, packing a lunch etc. etc.... I also took a shot of my Taiwanese energy drink to keep me going. I walked to the bus stop and pulled out my phone to check the time... huh... I missed the bus. Damn... That's not a good start to the semester... So I walked to the next stop to kill some time. Once there I only waited a few minutes before Steve pulled in. I walked to the van and we chatted until the bus came. We rode the bus and talked about random shit.

Once we were a few blocks away from campus, I felt it. That bottomless feeling in your tummy. I was nervous, anxious, scared, and angry. It all just hit me, and I suddenly did not feel like going back to school at all... I knew the feeling would pass, so I got off the bus and pressed on to class. My first class: Physiology of Behavior. Even from the first day of class I could tell that it's going to be a bitch. The subject is difficult, the workload is no joke, and the professor is unsympathetic, but all things considered I still like the class [for now at least]. I really find any sort of psychological study very interesting... If I was in anyway interested in a career in the field, I'd likely take it. So we took some notes and then class ended. I had some free time, so I decided to wander about until my next class.

My next class, Pysch 101, was not what I expected. It's held in Bolton 150, which is the largest lecture hall on campus, and the professor is terrible. He actually went over what a scan tron sheet was and how tests on them are taken... As if I haven't taken dozens of tests before on them... Then he went on to droll about other common sense type stuff before opening up the floor to questions. Most questions made me cringe. I was appalled by the ignorance filling the room. But it, like all classes, did end. After that I had plenty of time to waste before my next class.

So I text Pat asking where he was and if he wanted to hang out. I met up with him by his dorm. He was with one of his dorm buddies listening to some "metal" music. I'm not a fan, but we were just gonna be talking anyways. So we talked, mainly about college stuff. He and his friend were both smoking. I was there for a good half an hour before another dorm buddy drove up. This one, set to take their already bothersome smoking to the next level, brought a hookah with him. Now, I am an open minded individual who believes that everyone should experience new things in their lives and that the key to everything is really just moderation... However, I did not feel like smoking at this time. I have, never from a hookah, but regardless. I was told it was healthier than a cigarette, which I didn't doubt, but I'm still not a smoker. I've smoked when I'm depressed and just want to get away. Not when I'm a fuckhole stereotype college student. It was around this time that I realized, my previous assumptions that I would be hanging out with Pat a lot more on campus or in the dorms, was pretty well debunked. I don't, and never really had, too big a problem with Pat. Although we've never been good friends, he's also done nothing truly wrong to me, but I really don't feel like associating myself with his whole gang there. I may sound like a dick... but who the fuck cares? I'm really not into anything he is, so whatever. It's nothing really against him... we just don't click.

So then I went to my next class. My first Architecture class to ever be in the Architecture building!!! As i was waiting outside of my class, the class prior to mine was released. And who should I see coming out from it. Liz, a HOT AS HELL coworker who has a generally decent personality to match her beauty. In the short fleeting conversation I had with her she confessed she didn't know I was a student and that she didn't know I was an Archy major. Unfortunately (fortunately for the front of pants) she told me she wasn't an archy major, just had a class in the building. I also found out she was a senior, which bothered me because, it lowered my already decrypted chances of ever being with her... After she left, I also ran into Alex. Basically, he's a douche from my Highschool who I'd really rather never see again... He told me that he thought I stopped eating. Dumbass. My archy class was pretty boring before we were finally taken up to our studio space. I was/still am excited over the fact that I now have my own studio space. I wasn't happy that I had to drop $300 for supplies, but we move on. I set up my desk while talking to Maddie on Facebook (Yeah, I felt cool talking to people in my studio). I then got my own keys to enter the building and studio after hours (is it sad that I already have sexual fantasies involving after hours in studio?). After that. It was time for home. I had successfully gotten through my first day. It'll be interesting to see how these classes pan out, and how well I think of my major and such after this semester is over.