| Jul. 22nd, 2008 @ 03:46 pm Jetlag |
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Current Mood:  annoyed
Current Music: Funker Vogt - Martian On The Moon
Man, my trip to San Diego combined with the beginning of the term has completely thrown me off. Slowly, things are settling.
My sleep has been all jerked about; I actually had to bust out the ol' sleep aids for a night or two to avoid staying up past 6 am again. I wouldn't mind so much if I didn't have to work, and no I'm not complaining about not having the WHOLE summer off and having to work 4 hour days, but the mere fact that doing my 80 hours has taken the better part of two months, stretching the little work I have into this sort of water torture peppering of work that is impossible to schedule around. I'd like to take a vacation of my own, and to do that, work needs to stop. If there's a downside to having a summer vacation from work, it's that I don't get to take vacations during the school year. That's hardly something to sneeze at, but think of it as a single workday: you finally get your lunch break and your cellphone goes off. It's your mother. You only have a half hour lunch break, and you've already spent 20 minutes stuck talking to your mother, and you haven't even left your desk yet. Scale that to the span of the year and that's what kind of annoying I'm talking about.
On the school front, I didn't get to finish my project while out of town, so I completed it when I returned, opting to suffer the penalty for my late work. Imagine my chagrin when I found that I'd confused the late policies of the two classes, and discovered that said instructor does not accept late work. You guessed it, big fat goose-egg for the Unit 2 project. Whee! 6% of my grade, *flush!* This term is off to a great start. He's also a real stickler about 'class participation', which means he probably counts whether or not you attend seminar (despite there not being an alt. assignment, nor anything about it in the syllabus), and I'll have to don my Kabuki makeup for Discussion Board Theatre. Hot damn do I love pretending to interact, I could go on for pages, I'll save that rant for another time. I wonder if the Buffalo Wing Factory has WiFi. If so, OptimusPrime is coming with me for wing night.
To top it all off, I somehow seem to have juked my OTHER shoulder, so I'm going to have to take it easy on the gym AGAIN. The only thing that's causing it pain is squats, which probably means I'm holding the bar wrong or some shit, so I'll have to re-examine my form. I guess I could use the leg sled for the time being. At least I've finally got deadlifting right. Maybe I should just say fuck it and get some HGH. I know a site that sells it, I could be Triple H by Christmas! Man, don't even get me started on my frustrations with medications as of late.
Sometimes a stressed system just needs a hard reboot. Once I get everything squared away, I'll be back on my regularly scheduled program and Unit 4 should be on and poppin'. In the meantime, I'm off to brew some coffee and give myself a crash-course in Flash.
Workers of the world unite! |
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