Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Pop-tarts
Ok its nigh on midnight, and I'm eating pop tarts and drinking tea. Alright there's some back story to this I've been lifting weights a lot more lately and doing some boxing related exercises, and I was doing some shadow boxing a little earlier and I think my blood sugar must have dropped cause I got a little light headed and my hands were shaking, but I'm all good now.

Tomorrow I've got a French quiz, and I haven't had a whole lot of time to study, so it could head south quickly. But I have done a little research for my paper I have to write.

Anywho I'm out peoples.


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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Geez
How in the hell did another week already get by, that is ludicrous. I guess I just kinda blacked out last week. But here I am again, and I'm also writing yet another paper. That bastard of a teacher just doesn't know when to quit. Anyway on to better things

So this weekend was fun, I went to a buddies last Thursday and played poker, lost ten bucks in the game, but it was fun, and later some girls came over and we all hung out for a while watching random movies and making fun of the girls who was completely hammered.

Then Friday night I sat around watching boxing, which was friggin sweet.

And Saturday night, I got drunk, and all was right with the world.
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Wednesday, February 7, 2007

better
Ok, I'm in a much better mood tonight, I didn't get to bed until around 4:00 this morning, and I had class at 8:00. While I was getting ready to go to class I was sort of incoherently babbling, at one point I went and got my blue jeans out of the dryer and as I was walking back up the hall I looked at the light switch and said, "I'm sorry, but we won't be needing your services anymore" as I turned off the light. But all was well I got through that awful class, got back here and slept till 1:00. It was nice. And tomorrow I've got a Calculus test, and once I finish it I'll be set.

Now that calmer heads are prevailing, I may not delete my profile, who knows, we'll all see how it turns out. Oh and Friday, The North Mississippi Allstars are gonna be playing at a bar/club in town, I'm excited, oh and just to point out, they are a band and not any sort of athletic group.

And I reckon that's all from me, see you folks later.
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Tuesday, February 6, 2007

   Bastard
Alright, this may not be quick, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be pretty. But here goes.

First off, I'm not planning on using this site much more, I'll probably delete it in a few days or so, there are a few people that I'd like to keep up with, but I think I'll just cut my losses at this point. I use live journal a little soberirish83 is the name.

But now on to the meat of the post.

My classes are terrible this semester, I've got two freshmen classes (French I and Calculus I) and that means that I get loads of busy work dumped on me. But the real kicker for the semester is called Geowriting. The teacher is a British guy who has pissed me off to no end tonight. I've spent the past six or so hours trying to figure out how to write a proposal for a research project and the end isn't in sight yet. Somehow we are supposed to be able to write a proposal saying how we intend to do something (which I have no idea how to do) and say how much its gonna cost to do it, and fill it with as much bull shit as possible, but it can't be just any bull shit, it needs to be bull shit in a proper format. But he never explained that format. The more I write on this damned proposal, the madder I get. I'm almost to the point of saying screw it. I've even thought about withdrawing from school, because I've got other tests this week that I need to be studying for, but I'm gonna be writing more shit for him this week. Cause we have to write an outline for a paper this Thursday, a paper that won't be written for well more than a month. Its just retarded. But I'm gonna get back to writing this damned thing, cause I'm gonna win through, no matter the cost.
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