I'm hungry absolutely all the time lately. What I hope this means is that I've got another inch or two left to grow, but it's probably just that I'm poor and in college.

I can't wait for Fall semester, honestly. I've performed shittily over the summer and I hypothesize that I need the pressure of a full schedule to get anything done. Plus, physiology sounds really exciting to me. Anatomy is very quickly slipping out of my mind after only a couple of months and I hope physiology will help me to cement it in my ( Read more... )

I decided to take 520 to UCF today. 520 is hypothetically a "shortcut," being the hypotenuse of a triangle formed when you tack it on to I-95 and 50. It was under construction for a while, but I haven't driven it in more than half a year, so I figured it might be done. I found it in the saddest state I've ever seen it. I think they may actually ( Read more... )

Back in High School, I used to run seven days a week, often twice a day. I felt the best I ever have in my life as long as I ate about twice my own body weight. Running is also an excellent reliever of stress and an escape from the banalities and drama of daily life. Of course, when you "escape" from them, they tend to be angry that you weren't ( Read more... )

I sit down at my computer and proceed to waste time. I can't shake the feeling there's something I should be doing, but I can't figure out what. Absolution is loaded up into iTunes in the background. A little after 11:00, "Time is Running Out" comes on. I look down at the clock in the system tray and realize, with the aid of the musical cue, ( Read more... )

I'm going to pretend like the egregious rape committed by the ref in the Ortiz vs. Shamrock fight never happened. The first fight was pretty awesome. Arlevski vs. Sylvia was a great fight, such professionalism and such pressure. I think they should've given it to Arlevski, though. I love Burkham (is that his name?) because he's pretty much the ( Read more... )

It's hot in my apartment. It isn't yet miserable, but it's hovering on the precipice. The reason it's hot is because some douchebag keeps freezing the air conditioner. You see, the AC in Pegasus Landing was probably bought on the cheap and made by little kids in a sweat shop who don't get bathroom breaks. Moral dilemmas aside, that fact is ( Read more... )

I've been watching myself in the mirror for an hour or so now, the motivation stemming only partly from narcissism. I've been trying to lose my shadow. "No shadow" is a Chinese idiom in martial arts that describes performing a technique without telegraphing and with good economy. The ideal thing is to eliminate any unnecessary "wind-up" or habit ( Read more... )

For sundry, unpleasant reasons, the familiar trek concluding a weekend at home down south does not begin until well after 10:00 PM. I drive alone; only my not-flamboyant purple bag sits in the passenger seat next to me. It does not offer up conversation or periodically produce a startling noise to make sure I'm awake. Drowsiness becomes a dire ( Read more... )

I've become very, very boring this summer, an ailment I'm not sure I know how to correct. A confluence of forces keeps me twiddling my thumbs and wasting time in my apartment when I'd like to be hiking the appalachian trail with Malika or checking out the West Coast with Ansell. Admittedly, I could at least be using this time more constructively ( Read more... )