Beyond Sleepless: The Tale of Thursday
But not the Man who was Thursday, because that would be Plagiarism.
This week is a story of sleep, its excesses and lacks thereof. I was up all night Monday, and most of the night Wednesday. Tuesday night I slept for fourteen hours straight. All three nights were wonderful. Then one of my (newish) friends got dumped, and another of my (newish) friends started hitting on me. Both kind of threw me for a loop. I thought the large "Captain Single" tattoo on my forehead was enough to keep away the occasional poor bloke who for some reason thinks I'm cool, since usually it's not a mutual appreciation of apparent cool-ness, and yet... here we are.
And last night I made a girl I didn't even know very angry and was chased out of a closed park by an annoyed-looking cop who strongly reminded me of my high school tennis coach, except for his abundance of hair.
The great challenge of college, one of my suitemates assures me, is learning balance: Between homework, recreation, leisure, work, unexpected events, all-nighters, donuts, coffee-to-soda intake ratio... et cetera.
Me = balance fail.
If, however, tonight I do my homework for Monday and Tuesday, and then on Monday do my Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday homework, I will be doing really, really well. (It's not quite as busy as it sounds.) The only bit I'll have to do class-to-class is the one without open-note quizzes/study questions. This will give me time, at last, to begin the Great Big Horrible All-Consuming Time-Eating Independent-but-with-partner Research Project of Doom.
Speaking of fail, I explained Martin Luther's doctrine of justification today in neo-tween speak. "Okay, so humans are fail. God is awesome. We are canvas totes of shit, but God pretends we're canvas totes of awesome." This would make more sense if the entire context was included. That was my inadequate summary.
Have I mentioned the "sleepless" part yet? Oh. Yeah. There is that.
It's time for my favorite/least favorite class. Introduction to world religions! I could rant for minutes about it.
Off-veet-er-shayn, yo.
This week is a story of sleep, its excesses and lacks thereof. I was up all night Monday, and most of the night Wednesday. Tuesday night I slept for fourteen hours straight. All three nights were wonderful. Then one of my (newish) friends got dumped, and another of my (newish) friends started hitting on me. Both kind of threw me for a loop. I thought the large "Captain Single" tattoo on my forehead was enough to keep away the occasional poor bloke who for some reason thinks I'm cool, since usually it's not a mutual appreciation of apparent cool-ness, and yet... here we are.
And last night I made a girl I didn't even know very angry and was chased out of a closed park by an annoyed-looking cop who strongly reminded me of my high school tennis coach, except for his abundance of hair.
The great challenge of college, one of my suitemates assures me, is learning balance: Between homework, recreation, leisure, work, unexpected events, all-nighters, donuts, coffee-to-soda intake ratio... et cetera.
Me = balance fail.
If, however, tonight I do my homework for Monday and Tuesday, and then on Monday do my Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday homework, I will be doing really, really well. (It's not quite as busy as it sounds.) The only bit I'll have to do class-to-class is the one without open-note quizzes/study questions. This will give me time, at last, to begin the Great Big Horrible All-Consuming Time-Eating Independent-but-with-partner Research Project of Doom.
Speaking of fail, I explained Martin Luther's doctrine of justification today in neo-tween speak. "Okay, so humans are fail. God is awesome. We are canvas totes of shit, but God pretends we're canvas totes of awesome." This would make more sense if the entire context was included. That was my inadequate summary.
Have I mentioned the "sleepless" part yet? Oh. Yeah. There is that.
It's time for my favorite/least favorite class. Introduction to world religions! I could rant for minutes about it.
Off-veet-er-shayn, yo.