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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.
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.
