I am feeling tired, so tired. Slightly apathetic towards doing any work today. I have an assignment, some photos to take, a quiz for which to study... that's basically all. I only had one class today. That is why I actually enjoy Mondays, unlike most working specimens. I am starving but Drew doesn't want to eat until exactly noon. Blargle.
My weekend was interesting, I suppose. Dan visited Friday night. We attended a subpar comedy routine on campus and I thought I almost lost my keys afterwards... but I didn't. Dan left on Saturday morning to adorn himself in red paint and attend the Ohio State game. I joined Jill and her family/friends in her room to have some belated birthday cake and presents. Drew and I went for a nice walk in the evening and talked about matters of importance while I shot random pictures with my camera. Then we joined all of Jill's friends and treaded to the hookah bar on Court Street.
Hookah is not, like, super healthy. You shouldn't do it all of the time. But it's not a drug, and it's not a cigarette. However, if you smoke for a long session, it isn't the best. I smoked a tiny bit, I didn't inhale it into my lungs, and I went for the experience... which, by the way, it's a great experience. The place we went to had Indian music and belly dancers with swords. I am not a "smoker," and I think cigarettes are gross... but vanilla mint hookah is THE SHIT. I just thought I would attach that disclaimer to my blog to cover my ass in the case of any harsh personal judgements. I am not going to hookah very often. Once in a while keeps it special.
It's time for lunch. Goodbye.
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I am back. Gah. It seems that the inevitably large to-do list is evergrowing. I complete one task and am presented with another. I am tired of always having things to do, things about which to worry, things for which I need to plan, dirty laundry, a runny nose, an icky throat, empty water bottles, a phone that never rings... the list goes on. I suppose this is college, correct?
Don't get me wrong. I'm having a splendid time. But I digress. A.) Don't ever let anyone tell you college is easy. You pay assloads of cash to go here FOR A REASON. I guess my workload is a little more strenuous than others. I have five classes and 18 credit hours. But at least the subjects themselves are fairly manageable. I have to do quite a bit of writing. But it's fun writing. B.) Don't ever let anyone tell you college doesn't involve writing. IT DOES. AND LOTS. I wrote a research paper yesterday on Anton Corbijn, but it was brief. However, I also did a one-page personal response paper for Intro to Arts, and it wasn't double-spaced. Today I must do another, plus I have to write a journal for that fucking UC 115 class. (U=useless and C=class.)
Aside from Tuesdays and Thursdays, I feel as though I'm constantly consuming food despite a lack of real hunger. This could present problems later on, I presume.
Speaking of eating, NOW it's time for dinner. Stay tuned for next week's episode.
My weekend was interesting, I suppose. Dan visited Friday night. We attended a subpar comedy routine on campus and I thought I almost lost my keys afterwards... but I didn't. Dan left on Saturday morning to adorn himself in red paint and attend the Ohio State game. I joined Jill and her family/friends in her room to have some belated birthday cake and presents. Drew and I went for a nice walk in the evening and talked about matters of importance while I shot random pictures with my camera. Then we joined all of Jill's friends and treaded to the hookah bar on Court Street.
Hookah is not, like, super healthy. You shouldn't do it all of the time. But it's not a drug, and it's not a cigarette. However, if you smoke for a long session, it isn't the best. I smoked a tiny bit, I didn't inhale it into my lungs, and I went for the experience... which, by the way, it's a great experience. The place we went to had Indian music and belly dancers with swords. I am not a "smoker," and I think cigarettes are gross... but vanilla mint hookah is THE SHIT. I just thought I would attach that disclaimer to my blog to cover my ass in the case of any harsh personal judgements. I am not going to hookah very often. Once in a while keeps it special.
It's time for lunch. Goodbye.
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I am back. Gah. It seems that the inevitably large to-do list is evergrowing. I complete one task and am presented with another. I am tired of always having things to do, things about which to worry, things for which I need to plan, dirty laundry, a runny nose, an icky throat, empty water bottles, a phone that never rings... the list goes on. I suppose this is college, correct?
Don't get me wrong. I'm having a splendid time. But I digress. A.) Don't ever let anyone tell you college is easy. You pay assloads of cash to go here FOR A REASON. I guess my workload is a little more strenuous than others. I have five classes and 18 credit hours. But at least the subjects themselves are fairly manageable. I have to do quite a bit of writing. But it's fun writing. B.) Don't ever let anyone tell you college doesn't involve writing. IT DOES. AND LOTS. I wrote a research paper yesterday on Anton Corbijn, but it was brief. However, I also did a one-page personal response paper for Intro to Arts, and it wasn't double-spaced. Today I must do another, plus I have to write a journal for that fucking UC 115 class. (U=useless and C=class.)
Aside from Tuesdays and Thursdays, I feel as though I'm constantly consuming food despite a lack of real hunger. This could present problems later on, I presume.
Speaking of eating, NOW it's time for dinner. Stay tuned for next week's episode.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
solipsis:
Excellent and interesting photography. Great live photos as well.
infinity:
oops posted this in the wrong entry...