No energy whatsoever lately. I know that if I started exercising, I would have more energy, but how do you get the energy to start excerising? No one seems to know the answer to that. Well, one person claimed to know, but I have neither the inclination nor money for cocaine. The nosebleeds, shrivelled penis and general dickhead attitude just don't do it for me. I might just be sleeping too much at time; I sleep every other night, and on that night I end up sleeping about 10-12 hours on average. If I can force myself into a regular 8, maybe that'll give me just enough to get down to the gym and establish some good habits.
I could also stand to get back into shape. Many months of easy living and being well-fed by a girlfriend who loved me for my mind and skills have left me somewhat soft and roundish. Since I no longer have the easy life or nice girlfriend, I need to get back in the game, so to speak. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to get an oversized guitar, find a bald, fat man and BECOME THE NEXT D! But I'm thinking that dropping some fat and replacing it with muscle might be more realistic in the long run.
Anyway, thanks for everyone who posted on the last journal. I'm always glad to hear back from people on here, and it gave me a warm fuzzy to see that none of them were cryptic threats or disturbing sexual proposals.
I need to end it here, as I have to jump in the shower and get ready for class. It's this required public speaking class that I hate so much. I really don't mind the parts where we give orations (small class, so anxiety isn't that bad) but the actual lectures are incredibly dull. The text is written under the assumption that the students are retarded cavemen who just discovered language, so it's 2 and a half hours of something that pretends to be an English class for those who thought remedial was way over their heads. Seriously, the actual parts about speaking only make up 5% of what is taught. The only reason I'm not skipping is that so many others do it so often that I feel sorry for the instructor.
Ok, I'm back. Class was great, because the instructor no-showed. There was a sign on the door telling us to stay because she would be running late due to high water on the roads. Of course, she's always late, but I guess the sign was there to indicate exceptional lateness. More or less, we sat around, watched TV, and told funny stories. Inevitably, we exchanged rumors concerning the TNT area. Granted, Mothman is a joke around here, but his alleged home is a strange place. For example, why is a WWII era muntions plant still of interest to the Army? And what's the deal with the armed guards running people off of public parkland, even though the rangers have no information on it? It's probaly just a storage facility for chemical weapons that the Bush adminstration villifies the Middle East for having, but it's fun to imagine them dissecting the Mothman or giving Hellboy a place to crash on the weekends to get some fishing in. Still, the Army is there, and they won't comment why. Oh well.
Stories about the place, Mothman or otherwise, have been floating around since long before i was born. Of course, the stupid books and movies about Mothman and the area never cover the really good stuff, but that's entertainment for ya. I remember the story in high school was that Lovecraft corresponded with someone from this area, and that he based both the Dunwich Horror and the Necronomican from stories told to him by this person. Highly doubtful, considering all of Lovecraft's penpal letters have long since been published, but it sounded cool at the time. The only things that have been confirmed about the place is the occult activity (satanist wannabes; mostly graffiti and a destroyed church), the occasional finding of very old Nitro that the last sweep forgot to remove, and continued military interest that doesn't even have a cover story. Well, there are those buildings that the Army Corps of Engineers decided to cover with gravel (?), but maybe that was cheaper than destroying them?
I need to finish a book for history tonight, so I can have the paper done by thursday. I think I may be bored enough to do this time.
I could also stand to get back into shape. Many months of easy living and being well-fed by a girlfriend who loved me for my mind and skills have left me somewhat soft and roundish. Since I no longer have the easy life or nice girlfriend, I need to get back in the game, so to speak. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to get an oversized guitar, find a bald, fat man and BECOME THE NEXT D! But I'm thinking that dropping some fat and replacing it with muscle might be more realistic in the long run.
Anyway, thanks for everyone who posted on the last journal. I'm always glad to hear back from people on here, and it gave me a warm fuzzy to see that none of them were cryptic threats or disturbing sexual proposals.
I need to end it here, as I have to jump in the shower and get ready for class. It's this required public speaking class that I hate so much. I really don't mind the parts where we give orations (small class, so anxiety isn't that bad) but the actual lectures are incredibly dull. The text is written under the assumption that the students are retarded cavemen who just discovered language, so it's 2 and a half hours of something that pretends to be an English class for those who thought remedial was way over their heads. Seriously, the actual parts about speaking only make up 5% of what is taught. The only reason I'm not skipping is that so many others do it so often that I feel sorry for the instructor.

Ok, I'm back. Class was great, because the instructor no-showed. There was a sign on the door telling us to stay because she would be running late due to high water on the roads. Of course, she's always late, but I guess the sign was there to indicate exceptional lateness. More or less, we sat around, watched TV, and told funny stories. Inevitably, we exchanged rumors concerning the TNT area. Granted, Mothman is a joke around here, but his alleged home is a strange place. For example, why is a WWII era muntions plant still of interest to the Army? And what's the deal with the armed guards running people off of public parkland, even though the rangers have no information on it? It's probaly just a storage facility for chemical weapons that the Bush adminstration villifies the Middle East for having, but it's fun to imagine them dissecting the Mothman or giving Hellboy a place to crash on the weekends to get some fishing in. Still, the Army is there, and they won't comment why. Oh well.
Stories about the place, Mothman or otherwise, have been floating around since long before i was born. Of course, the stupid books and movies about Mothman and the area never cover the really good stuff, but that's entertainment for ya. I remember the story in high school was that Lovecraft corresponded with someone from this area, and that he based both the Dunwich Horror and the Necronomican from stories told to him by this person. Highly doubtful, considering all of Lovecraft's penpal letters have long since been published, but it sounded cool at the time. The only things that have been confirmed about the place is the occult activity (satanist wannabes; mostly graffiti and a destroyed church), the occasional finding of very old Nitro that the last sweep forgot to remove, and continued military interest that doesn't even have a cover story. Well, there are those buildings that the Army Corps of Engineers decided to cover with gravel (?), but maybe that was cheaper than destroying them?
I need to finish a book for history tonight, so I can have the paper done by thursday. I think I may be bored enough to do this time.
I have the same thing going on with exercise...or not going on I guess. You're right on about the sleep thing too. Alot of thing fall into place when sleep is regulated. Did someone really tell you coke would help you get to the gym? That's hilarious, I hope it wasn't your personal trainer!
You've made me want to see that Mothman movie. And read the Lovecraft books I bought at a garage sale last summer that I have not yet touched