I Hate Shin Splints

I hate shin splints. I really, really do. Shin splints are really really evil. I should write a song about how evil shin splints are. But then the only words would be "I hate shin splints, and I am in pain." Given the right marketing though, it would probably sell well... The fact that they're back again so quickly (and suddenly) this year sort of freaks me out. What the heck, legs? Why do you hate me so?? Is it because I make you run? Because you know my conscience will not let me get away with giving you a break, and your only frustrating the thinking part of me into making you work harder.

Great.. just great. I think I am writing a journal entry addressed to my legs. I can only imagine what an interesting state I'll be in at my 9:00 class tomorrow morning. Dear goodness me, I need to get to sleep. Then again.. I probably shouldn't have taken that nap this evening, either. Maybe it'll help in the long run. I certainly haven't finished my homework or anything. I am so freaking irresponsible this quarter. Where is my motivation? Why do I always leave it behind in Ohio? Or on the train.. or someplace that is not here.

In other news, it is really freaking hot in here. Stupid radiator. If only the water in the shower were this hot. I think this is somewhere near day 18 of the no properly hot water problem. It's also day five of the dining hall being out of all the decent beverages. It's starting to resemble the movie theatre. No root beer, no creme soda, no raspberry iced tea (oh, how I miss the raspberry iced tea), no dr pepper... it's disturbing. If they're still out tomorrow, I am going to write a long and heartfelt letter to the dining hall staff using words like "longing," and "despair," and "extreme disappointment, day after day. Not to mention the food." OK... so I should probably skip that last one. Or cut it off before the food part. I'm sure they don't appreciate how much we complain about the food there. Not like it's their fault... there is no reason for them to make excellent food, and the university doesn't give them the greatest stuff to work with anyway. And I wouldn't want to deal with us on a day-to-day basis.

Well, I've wasted enough time that I could've spent sleeping. But writing is more rewarding in the long run, non? Though... it would've been more productive to have just finished my writing for Hum, rather than sit here and ramble. But I'm leaving that for morning.

Yaaay

You should be proud of me, I held out on writing in here until now, rather than a bunch of random complaining entries throughout the day (which probably mostly would've been about how tired I was, so I took a nap instead). So now I'm writing a random (probably complaining) entry in the half hour I have before I have to drag myself back to campus yet again. I could've just stayed on campus, but for some reason I prefer to come back here and sit around. Probably because it's warmer. I think most of this afternoon I had some kind of fever, because staying awake in Hum was more of a chore than usual, and I was freaking freezing the entire morning, even though I was right next to the radiator. Normally I wouldn't be worried about it, but yesterday I was only in a t-shirt under my coat, and it was colder out, and I didn't feel nearly as chilly as I did today.

So, tonight I'm sort of obligated to go to this "MANDATORY" ice cream social (there are no words for the insanity of that statement) for the Women's Athletic Association. Unfortunately, I'll only know about three people there, I don't really want ice cream, and they'll give me raffle tickets that I have to sell. I'll probably get the raffle tickets anyway, so I might as well take the ice cream too... but I'm so freaking lazy. I don't want to go back to campus again today. I am so tired of waiting around for buses and running around and all that silly stuff I have to do. I almost want to do my math homework more. And watch the state of the union address, so I can gauge how drunk everyone's going to be this weekend (SotU Drinking Game)... I'll probably be playing TV protector (in case old Bush mentions colonizing Mars or the moon...) and caller-of-emergency-services (when you have rules like "drink in proportion to how much it's going to cost the poor" and "drink every other time he mentions Iraq, every fouth time a variant of the word terror is used.")

There was more I was going to write, but I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should take a fifteen minute nap before I head back downstairs. Sigh... darn this school for running me down so much so quickly. I should not have so very little motivation this early in the quarter.. I've still got seven more weeks!

Mmm..

I am such a horrible person sometimes. I think this university is corrupting me. Not only did I sleep through our "MANDATORY" ice cream social... I'm eating ice cream right now. It's been so long since I've had Chunky Monkey, too. Mmm.. It almost makes up for the lack of Handel's here. I wonder if they'll ever spread all over the place like certain other evil chains have... They certainly have spread all over northeast Ohio... and I went there all the time before they were all big and famous and such. I think my dad knows the people that started it. That makes me special by association.

Hmm... that makes me wonder.. even my mom managed to know someone famous while she was in college. Well... Ed O'Neil still counts as famous, non? I wonder who I know here that might end up famous. There are a few people I could effectively rule out, because they don't seem the proper type, and quite a few others that will probably end up as higher-ups for big businesses and the government and such, but not technically famous... There's bound to be one of us that will do something worth remarking on, though. Ah well, all I want is something I can brag about later on. Though it probably won't be as much fun, since I'll probably be around a lot of these people for quite some time in the future, and they will have known whoever it is, too... hmph. Darn the UofC for shattering my hopes of being cool-by-association! I suppose the only option left then would be to become famous myself. You have to be a really mad scientist to be famous, though. Genetics, here I come! Mwahahahaha!

Profanity

( Quizzing )

So, I ended up sleeping through that ice cream social. I'm sure the consequences will catch up with me tomorrow, but they'll probably just pass the tickets to me and forget about it. I also sort of was going to watch the State of the Union, but then I figured it would only make me bitter, and it would be more fun to watch in the light of the drinking game, even if my only job was protecting the TV from projectiles. I did hear that Bush is basically going to creat some sort of second class citizens, letting immigrants work but not giving them any rights. Way to go us! Maybe we can send them to our moon colony, too. Gah. Next thing you know we'll be packing everyone up and forcing everyone into a giant floating country that is hidden from everyone else, and silently orchestrating wars to keep the balance on the surface and exploiting all those that we feel are below us and.. and.. Well, if Bush can mix so much science fiction in with his future plans, I don't see why I can't pretend we're living in a video game!