Two words unfortunately not found in the same sentence, maybe next time
Ok folks, this whole working out thing is a total drain on my energy. Actually, I shouldn't say that, because I feel great for most of the day, but around 10 or so I feel dead tired, and I definitely need more than the 6-7 hrs of sleep I've been getting lately (which is really good for a college student, I might add.) So, here are some random thoughts.
First, though (sorry, I just remembered this), for those of you who have been following things, you know that my car has been less than cooperative lately, i.e. the battery died. Well, I finally got it jumped today, and everything worked great. I then proceeded to drive around for about 45 min or so to get that baby charged up again. My mistake was deciding to take some county roads for my journey. Now I enjoy taking winding roads pretty fast, but Highway N got the best of me. The speed limit was 55, and I don't think I hit that once. If I had, either my tires or my stomach would have probably given way. But hey, it was an adventure. Of course, I suppose that the real test will be tomorrow when I try to start it without the aid of a friend. I'll keep you posted.
Oh yes, random thoughts.
There is a urinal in our bathroom that has some issues. I flushed the urinal only to have it spill - or rather spit - water back at me. Thankfully, this happened during the refilling stage rather than the flushing stage. Even more thankfully, my cat-like reflexes saved me the ickiness of urinal water splashed on my leg. It was more than a little weird. Now whenever using our urinal, I make certain to back away as soon as I've finished my manly duty and, let's say as soon as I'm packed away. Of course, I still watch the urinal protest the velocity of the replenishing water by spitting back at he who sent it there. It's kind of amusing, in that sick, totally unsanitary, reason #489 why I don't want to be a janitor kind of way.
Point number two. I swear to you there was a second point a minute ago. Really.
I probably should be getting to bed soon, but unfortunately I'm pretty sure it's against campus policy for any student to go to be before midnight, which leaves me about 2 hrs to go.
Yeah, not going to make it. I do promise you, though, that if I think of that second point, I'll post it. Aside from that, I'd better give you your...
Thought for the Day
I don't want to go ballistic on me and kill my hamster* or anything.
Weird thing about the date that fast approacheth. As soon as I asked her out, I started getting nervous about seeing her in the music building, on campus, whatever. I have to consciously think about what to start the convesation with before I even say, "hi." That wasn't a problem before. I'd just say, "hi" and thing would flow from there, no worries**. But not anymore. Unbelievable. Perhaps that is what led Shakespeare to write in As You Like It, "What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? / I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference. / O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!" (#8).
Why is it that even the most intelligent, articulate men are reduced to mumbling idiots around someone who they are romantically interested in?
Anyone?
Do girls suffer from the quandary? Hmmm... Chew on that while I get some sleep.
*wishes he had a hampster.
**Originally "no problem." Changed by censor due to FCC regulations requiring integration of other cultures in broadcasting.
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