It is 5:43 AM. I should be asleep. Why am I still up? Homework... god, why is school such a chore. It's not that I don't enjoy the classes and the material, I just don't like working. I really am a lazy-ass. Sometimes I wish there were more than 24 hours in a day, and that I didn't need sleep, in order to get everything I wanted done, done. Maybe in the future we'll discover some sort of time manipulator that slooooooows dooowwwwnnn tiiimmmeeeeee,,,
I really am tired. But it feels like I can only fall asleep during linear algebra. It must be the atmosphere. 4 minutes have passed and I've only written a quarter of a page, probably less. I've never been one to write down how I feel. In high school, AP Language, one essay, every week. At that point in life an essay feels like torture. I mean, what kind of normal kid enjoys writing papers? I have to admit that I actually came to enjoy those weekly essays, to a certain extent. The weekly prompts were broad enough that I could write however I felt like, pretty much, which usually resulted in me writing a short story of some kind. I don't think I've written any papers since then, or at least done any creative writing. Actually that's a lie. Last year, I was in a writing class, a mandatory writing class, entitled Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters. Catchy, right? It is as interesting as it sounds, the teacher was a huge Queen fan and every class would start off with some sort of song from Queen. I remember the first day, he came in. turned up the speakers on his laptop, and started playing Seaside Rendezvous. I don't know how long that song is, but we sat in silence for the entirety of it. Afterward he goes up to the chalkboard and writes down some instructions, asking us to jot down on some paper hoe we felt. Strangest first day of a class I've ever had the pleasure of having. WOOOOAAHHH I'M HALFWAY THERE. This is harder than I thought, writing out a whole entire page. Well, it's actually as hard as I thought it would be because I'm not that talented a writer. I can only hope that one day my mastery of rhetoric, grammar, and all the words in the English, French, German, Chinese, and Canadian language will help me in writing a page a day. First class of the day in 3 hours, I should probably get some shut-eye. This is only the second time I've pulled an all-niter in my college career, and they were both for the same reason, the same class. Digital Logic. Designing circuits is a bitch, but I can't say I don't enjoy it. I guess I just like piecing things together be it circuits, math problems, programming, and all that jazz, sans chemistry. For some reason I've never been a big fan of chemistry. The ideas are cool, mixing chemicals and getting completely different chemicals through some spectacular reaction, but I think there was some high school trauma involved in my fall out (harhar) with chemistry. Thanks to a certain chemistry teacher, I am forever cursed with the ability to only loath the beauty that is chemistry. My tiredness is starting to close in on me, I need to find refuge on one of the couches in the upstairs lounge. Until next time...
I really am tired. But it feels like I can only fall asleep during linear algebra. It must be the atmosphere. 4 minutes have passed and I've only written a quarter of a page, probably less. I've never been one to write down how I feel. In high school, AP Language, one essay, every week. At that point in life an essay feels like torture. I mean, what kind of normal kid enjoys writing papers? I have to admit that I actually came to enjoy those weekly essays, to a certain extent. The weekly prompts were broad enough that I could write however I felt like, pretty much, which usually resulted in me writing a short story of some kind. I don't think I've written any papers since then, or at least done any creative writing. Actually that's a lie. Last year, I was in a writing class, a mandatory writing class, entitled Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters. Catchy, right? It is as interesting as it sounds, the teacher was a huge Queen fan and every class would start off with some sort of song from Queen. I remember the first day, he came in. turned up the speakers on his laptop, and started playing Seaside Rendezvous. I don't know how long that song is, but we sat in silence for the entirety of it. Afterward he goes up to the chalkboard and writes down some instructions, asking us to jot down on some paper hoe we felt. Strangest first day of a class I've ever had the pleasure of having. WOOOOAAHHH I'M HALFWAY THERE. This is harder than I thought, writing out a whole entire page. Well, it's actually as hard as I thought it would be because I'm not that talented a writer. I can only hope that one day my mastery of rhetoric, grammar, and all the words in the English, French, German, Chinese, and Canadian language will help me in writing a page a day. First class of the day in 3 hours, I should probably get some shut-eye. This is only the second time I've pulled an all-niter in my college career, and they were both for the same reason, the same class. Digital Logic. Designing circuits is a bitch, but I can't say I don't enjoy it. I guess I just like piecing things together be it circuits, math problems, programming, and all that jazz, sans chemistry. For some reason I've never been a big fan of chemistry. The ideas are cool, mixing chemicals and getting completely different chemicals through some spectacular reaction, but I think there was some high school trauma involved in my fall out (harhar) with chemistry. Thanks to a certain chemistry teacher, I am forever cursed with the ability to only loath the beauty that is chemistry. My tiredness is starting to close in on me, I need to find refuge on one of the couches in the upstairs lounge. Until next time...
