So I Edited The Look And Feel Of Mai Blog! :)

Okay, seriously, it's time for me to go to bed!

Exhaustion

Okay, this morning I got up at 6:00. Now, last night I had wanted to get to bed a lot earlier than normal because I haven't been getting as much sleep as I should... but I didn't. First, I had problems with Heroes. All I wanted to do was watch it, but my tv kept acting gay and blitzing out every time anyone was going to utter any sort of important dialogue. It got so bad that Andrew and I just said to Hell with it, we'll watch it online. Then I was having problems with my internet. After that subsided I quick finished up the stuffs I was doing online, then moved on to my art homework. I even tried to hurry that up, but I still didn't finish till quarter after 11.

So I got to bed probably closer to 11:30, and the sleep I did get wasn't that great. So I got up, got dressed, ate, ate some more, packed my shit than laid back down for a minute... By the time I got up, I somehow turned all scatter-brained... So it took me like three times to finally get going. I got outside and 'hit it' like the kid from My Bloody Valentine 3D! I still didn't make it to the stop in time, but I was able to flag the bus down and hop on. Art was art. This time it was a naked guy, but I'm okay with that, no homo, because I see a lot of dick at work... a lot of dick...next was art history, which I might add, I was fully awake for. Why? You guessed it, I brought myself an energy drink (I actually drank most of it in art because I felt more than slightly dead...). Today's was a no carb, no sugar Rock Star. Honestly, that was one of the best energy drinks I've ever had. It tasted like those really beastie blue-berry hard candys. Mmmmmmm mmmmmmmm!!! Now it was time for lunch where I mapped out my homework schedule for the next few days. Then I ate my lunch. I almost missed my math class because for some reason I thought it started at 2:30, when in reality, it started at 2. Somehow, as if by divine intervention, I remembered it wasn't at 2:30, it was at 2, at 1:50. So I got to class. My TA talked about getting hammered, then drinking the next morning, you know, the usual.

I got home around 4, which I'm used to. Putzed around for close to ten minutes, grabbed my supper, got dressed, then went to work. The first hour or so of work was easy-squeezy. You know, nothing wrong, no body yelling at me... and popcorn... But then, it all went to shit. Hundreds of people just pouring through the door (maybe not hundreds...). There was a god damn line to get scanned in at the front. For a while, we had NO towels. I mean NONE! Sure, we've run low, even run out of the small ones in the wellness center... but NONE!!! This was mainly due to the fact that my boss, who was supposed to have worked earlier today. Instead of working though, he had a meeting to go to. So he left Nick all by himself. Now, without trying to cause too much controversy, Nick has down-syndrome. He should not be left alone... So work was a constant pain in my ass, slowly sucking the life out of me. I actually broke a sweat... A full fledged sweat (side-note: I don't tend to sweat)...That ain't right... So now, as I verge on the 16th hour of my day, I am no longer tired, I am beyond a shadow of a doubt: exhausted. Now, we talked about this in English (the working student), so I know others have to deal with this sort of shit, and I acknowledge that. I'm not trying to "overly" complain, and try to draw out all of my melodrama... but c'mon... I've got to get some credit here...

Well, at least I know I'll sleep well tonight.

And So Another Week Begins

Ah... sigh... It's Monday. I stayed up a little longer than I wanted to last night (not drastically though). I usually try to get to bed around 11 (while I'm in school), and last night, it was probably closer to 12. And to be honest, if anybody's got a problem with me think 11 is a perfectly legitimate bedtime, you can blow me! I like to sleep, why would you have a fucking problem with that? Who the fuck cares that I'm a college student, the way I see it, most college students stay up as late as they do for 2 reasons: 1.) Procrastination. We push shit off too far, and end up fucked at the last minute with a boat load of work to do (Yes I've been there. Intro to Archy last semester... yeah). and 2.) People stay up late because they want to wake up the next morning extremely tired. Now they can bitch about to garner sympathy from those surrounding them. True, we all like to have people on our sides of things, and to make people realize that our lives are no walk in the park... but whose is? Why should you get all the attention? Greedy little bastards... But anyways. This morning I woke a little while before my alarm went off, and I was really awake... like wide awake... it was crazy. So, I just sat there and figured I would wait for the alarm... And then I fell back asleep... I woke up a little later, turned off the alarm, and still just sat around. I finally got up at 6:50, which I was supposed to get up at 6:30... Then I went downstairs, ate and went back upstairs to pack my shit. I got my backpack, tried finding stuff to take with me today and finally made my way back downstairs... Long story short, I went up and down those stairs about 4 more times... I finally got out my door (I couldn't find my hat! Saaaaaaad face). I hauled ass of to the bus stop and just caught it. I got to school (fuck my life) and remembered I had to take a quiz online (I got a 6/10... good enough). I chatted with Beau for a bit, wasted some time on the internet, then went to class. My first class of the day is Architecture theory. I like the class [sort of], but it can get quite dull. So, in order to combat this, I brought myself an energy drink. Todays was a venom (sale + coupon... W00T!). It was good. I mean, it sorta tasted like a Monster (which if you don't know, is Satan's piss... I think) but much more berry...er... I liked it, and it did keep me awake through out class. Now, this got me thinking. I'm no fan of monster. I mean, I can stomach the stuff if necesary, but I'm no fan by any means. But this stuff sorta tasted like it... and it kept me awake... what? Does this mean that Monster effectively does what it's supposed to? Hmmmmmm. So this got me thinking, for the integrity of my ongoing highly scientific list of energy drinks, how they taste, and how well they 'work'. So, wish me luck, because I will be purchasing and review Monster energy drinks in the coming weeks (if they're on sale... Hey! Fuck you guys! I save money!). Once I got out of class, I ate my lunch, drew for a little while, and handed in my architecture work. I'm a bit dissapointed at the quality of my work, but I'm hoping they take it [a little] easy on me because it is the first assigment of the semester. Yeah. Now, I'm writing my blog, which I'm fairly enjoying. I'm also (yet again) watching sXePhil's videos. Now, I know it sounds like I watch him alot, but in reality, he just has a shit ton of videos and I don't have a shit ton of time. My next class, which doesn't start until 3:30 (it's 12:30...), is English and I'm not all that excited about it. Why? well one because it's English, but two because I forgot to bring a pencil with me... Yeah, how am I supposed to write in an English class, with no pencil (see title)... And on top of that, I've got work tonight. I haven't had work work on a Monday since the Summer. Blarg. I only have about 4 hours of work tonight, which isn't bad at all, It's just the fact that I work for four days in a row. I don't like working a bunch of days in a row because it kills my scheadule. It's like I take a bus here, take a bus home, go to work, go home to sleep, wake up at 6, then do it all again. Sigh. I'll also be missing Heroes tonight, which I guess in a way I'm used to, and will just catch it online some time during the week (or if my internet buddy at home sticks around, I coule do it there ^.^). I guess that's about everything. I'm trying to think of shit to just cram in here because I'm bored... With nothing coming to mind I will bid thee farewell...

I Was Morally Oppesed To Doing Shit Today

Let's see. My math class last night was interesting... It seems like it'll be pretty easy if I pay attention (btw: Trigonometry). My instructor kinda sounds like the Hispanic version of Apocolyptica (They kinda talk like this). After class, I hit it, and ran to the bus stop. I knew that the next bus didn't come till 3:15 or so (I got out of class at 2:50), but I was hoping that a bus was late or something, and I could hop on that. However, no such luck. I had to wait till the next bus... which was late. So I didn't get on the bus till about 20 after. Which sucked, because, I had work... So I got home at about 4 (when I supposed to be at work), called in and said I'd be there at 4:30. I tried to quick eat, but I ended up taking half of my supper with me anyways. Work actually went pretty well, but I was still really tired by the end of it. Went home, got dressed, chatted with Andrew for a bit, then went to sleep.

Thus we get to today. I woke up this morning at about 4:08. I checked the clock (that's how I know the time it was!), then fell back asleep. So I woke up again, this time about 4:44... Dammit! So I went back to bed again until about quarter after 6, woke up, and waited for my alarm to go off so I could shut it off. It's crazy, though, my sleeping habits have never been like this... ever. I mean, during break, I kept having hard times falling asleep, and now I'm actually waking up on time and on my own... It's really fucking weird... But I got up, packed my stuff and got ready to leave. I was ready for at least 20 minutes before I had to leave, which led to me being really bored... I finally just got up and left. I was early for my bus, but a strange late/early bus came by, I shrugged "eh", and got on. Low and behold, this wasn't a real bus, or a real bus driver. Turns out he just wanted to rape me and steal my skin. So I kicked him in the throat and crashed his bus into the river. Okay, so that was all bullshit... but seriously... I got on campus and went to the Union lab (where I am now), and soon met Aubin. He and I were talking for a bit before he took a picture from the UWM home page into paint and added his own flair to it:

See?

Then, I introduced Aubin to Aron E., you may remember this silly jackass from earlier posts. Aubin laughed at him for a while (who can blame him), then I headed on off to class. I don't really want to admit it, because I do find it interesting and all... but architecture theory is a really boring class. I took about a 10 minute nap in there, class ended early, then I went on back to the Union (btw: Aubin wants to start telling people the 'union' is pronounced 'onion').

So, I listened to music, and started eating. It was really early, so I didn't want to eat all of my lunch, but I was oddly starving. As I was eating, I was writting the script to my highly anticipated "Cappy" film. I finished a scene when This morose mutha' fucka walks by me. So Steve sat down and we chatted for a bit. We both traded bits of our schedules, and he had to leave to grab something to eat before his class started at noon. So, I finished up my English homework, and headed to my computer lab. AAAHH I WANT MY LAPTOP! HURRY UP YOU DUMB UPS GUY!!!

So, while on the computer, I checked all my e-mails and such, looked to see if all of those chapters were really online for my art history class (they weren't... I think I'll just hold onto the book for now), and am listening to the entire "Appeal to Reason" cd by Rise Against off of youtube (retards who post songs with still screens and call them videos...). So far it's been really good (btw: both singles and their accompaning videos are amazing!!!). The only thing I could say even remotely negatively about it, is that Tim really doesn't scream at all... Oh well, you move on (mainly because I'm not one of these jerk-offs who feals the need for life to be put on hold while I bitch and bitch because things aren't going the exact right way for me). Yep. Now I'm probably going to go to the archy store and buy my supplies for my arch class on Fri. (I really don't want to buy another text book or any more expensive as shit supplies...). Mhmm... And then, at 3:30, I've got my english class. I just want to go home... I just want to go home, lay down, eat something, and chill out... I haven't felt like doing anytihng today. It's like when you know it's cold outside, but you're inside. That nice warm, comfortable, secure, safe, and mildly arousing feeling... I want that like right now!