My computer is being silly. It doesn't believe I'm connected to the internet right now, so I'm writing this offline.

Today was a bit slow.

I woke up early in order to study for physics. Not too much of that actually happened. I got a lot of magnet playing in though.

I went to math. It was hard to concentrate. I better learn the stuff since there's a midterm on Wednesday. Blast.

An hour, then my physics midterm. I should have been more worried than I actually was. It wasn't that bad, if I knew what I was doing. I felt like most of the problems were sitting right outside my brain. Oh well, hope for a curve.

After that, I basically screwed around the whole day. I did a bit of lots of stuff. Nothing productive though. I feel like I'm wasting away. So at 8, I decided to go the Jolie Holland concert.

Luckily, I popped in two Advil before leaving, so the smoke didn't quite get to me in the head. It did have me coughing a lot though. There was a lot of smoke.

Jolie was amazing. I saw lots of people I knew too. Crazy. As I was sitting watching Jolie, I looked in the window and saw Megan Kaminski, my English teacher. So I said hello to her. Like the rest of the population, she was smoking. It was weird seeing her in a different, more natural setting.

Aside from her, I saw another girl from my English class, the drummer I played with at that combo thing on Sunday, climbing attendant Joseph Aaron Elijah Stewart, a KDVS DJ, plenty of people from the Domes, and of course, Patrick Ferris. Well, that wasn't so much an "of course," since he went to Berkely this evening for a boxing competition, so I didn't expect to see him there. But he was.

Along with Jolie was Enzo Garcia, an amazing musician. He played the guitar, banjo, saw, and jaw harp. Crazy crazy. I bought two of his albums. I felt it was my duty since the concert was free.

Afterwards, Patrick found a guitar and started playing it. I went home.

I played the piano for a bit. Then I went upstairs to find my computer obsessed with retardation. Now I must get ready for sleepy.

Today is just one of those days. I feel very introspective.

I woke up and played some racquetball. John was not there, so I played with Brad. He wasn't as good as I remember him, but I was playing terribly. At the end, he and I took on Chris and Coach in a game of doubles. It was fun for the students, but I think Coach was getting a little too into it.

Shower. Physics lab.

I really like Stephanie, my lab partner. Very Asian, but gets by knowing what she's doing. Sort of. There's still the questioning that helps. It's hard to describe. Basically, I like being questioned, but knowing the right answer will be there eventually.

After that, I sat around. Just kidding. I worked with Doug on our Physics sheet. I should have studied more. I'm just having a hard time concentrating right now though. Like, really hard.

I got my magnets in the mail today. That made me excited. I'm still playing with them. They're really strong. They hold up the pirate flag well. Much better than duct tape. I forsee another order of magnets.

Dinner, blah.

Seriously, I've been having a really hard time studying. I honestly can't explain it. I just can't focus. I feel like vomiting my life. But there are magnets to play with.

I really should either get to studying or get to bed. I think bed.

Well then.

Math was blah. Tough stuff, I tell you. I'm getting lost. But I can't afford to do that.

Physics was even more confusing. Long proofs, matrices, integrals, crazy crazy. Luckily, I don't have to worry about that stuff until the next midterm. Good for me.

I got a blueberry muffin instead of a scone. They were out of scones. I love scones. I want to make scones every day next year. That might get a little excessive though. But they are so delicious.

English was a bit tiring. I think everybody was feeling it. Just... blah. And two hours of it. I have a lot of work to catch up on in that class. It should make for an interesting weekend.

Since then, I've been sitting around. I've done a lot of talking to my mother, which is weird and unsettling. It gives me the unpleasant feeling of "love" in my stomach. I feel like I need to take a cold shower or something.

I picked up my package. The parents sent me a package. "Sweet," you might say. "Slacks," is what I said. While tailored slacks are nice, they are nicer when packaged with homemade cookies for padding. Or scones. Scones work too. Also money, so that saved the package. But money can't buy happiness, especially when happiness comes in the form of scones. Wait... I buy scones on a weekly basis. I guess money can buy happiness.

I've been trying desperately slowly to catch up on my work. Somewhat succeeding. But not nearly enough.

Dinner was despicable. It was a "Barbecue" themed night, meaning they shut down all the variety and move the kitchen 100 feet, to the outside patio area. Same quality food, just less to choose from. And more smoke in your face. And bigger crowds, for some reason.

Meeting was small, but not short. The Greenways, a Fleck, and a Johnson were all missing. And plenty of people were sick. And I'm tired.

So now I'm back. I was happy for a while. Now I'm just tired. I need to copy Doug's prelab. I traded him for a blue book.

Weird. I should go to bed now.

I woke up, hit the snooze button several times. I just wasn't feeling up to it.

I finally got to the racquetball courts at 8:35. I could tell it was going to be a tough day. John came 15 mintues later, we rallied for a while. At 9, we are given matches to play.

I played Billy. I warned him about my weak state, then it was all downhill from there. Once he had the momentum going, I had the momentum to lose. It was both physically and emotionally draining, losing both games 15-1. It was bad enough that our instructor told me to go home.

But instead, I went and played cutthroat with John and Brad. No pressure, just fun. And fun it was. I have a few more burns now.

I then went to Improv. Still sick, I was feeling it the first time I had to play. It was just miserable. But then things started swinging and it wasn't that bad. Pretty tired though.

So I went home, ate lunch, then took a nap. A glorious two hour nap. Has there ever been such a wonderful thing? Most likely, since I woke up with a crick in my neck and it still hurts.

I went to math discussion, which was miserable. It turns out that nobody had even looked at the discussion sheets, so we worked on those a bit, then he answered questions.

Trumpet Ensemble. Right after. Well, it didn't really happen. Paul stayed for about 10 minutes, then left. I stayed with Jose and played duets. Later, Zach came and Kenta popped his head in the door. This might not work out. But I got to play with someone else. It was fun.

Straight to Hart, sat down to watch a movie. Kevin and I took bets on what it would be. He was betting that we would finish "Shane" then leave, I was betting we'd finish "Shane" then watch another movie. We ended up watching the first three hours of "Ben-Hur." We both lost.

Man, that is an amazing movie. Hurst told us he's watched it well over 100 times. I can see why. That chariot race had everyone sitting with their mouths open, uncontrollably gasping. It was (and still is) long, though. When it reached intermission, everybody had their bags packed, then Hurst announced that we'd take a short break. The bags dropped. It's long.

Now I'm tired again. It's only 10:30. I'm going to either do a bit of reading, edit some poems, or both. Then bed. I need to get to sleep before the lack of dinner catches up to me.

I'm still sick, but getting better. I just need to get more sleep.

I woke up at 7 to write my poem. I slept for a little while longer. Then I wrote it. It was pretty bad.

It was a hard day, only getting about 6 hours of sleep. Math was hard to stay awake. That sentence made no sense.

I just sat around, wondering why I was awake.

Physics was fun. I sat next to Zoe, which wasn't exactly productive. I had fun though. We sat behind Doug, so I would test his patience. We learned about friction. Physics is amazing.

In poetry, I was so tired, I basically gave up on class participation. There was just no way I could force myself to do that. It was especially tough since maybe 17 people were there. We went on a walk though. It was a long walk, through the city of Davis. Odd.

Bible and Film was fun. Hurst apologized for being gone so much. I really like this class because it's a lot more personal. We learn a lot more about Hurst as a person instead of just as a scholar. It seems he became religious largely due to bible movies. Also, one of the reasons he was gone was because he was in Hollywood, helping Warner Bros. with something. This guy amazes me.

After discussing a bit, he put on "Shane," the basis of "Pale Rider," the Clint Eastwood movie from last week. I miss Shane.

Speaking of Shane, after a quick rendezvous with my room, I went to my physics discussion. I keep on wanting to call my TA Shane. The similarities are astounding. Anyway, I've renamed him "Commodore Snow." I almost fell asleep in that class.

Back. I ate dinner, blah blah blah. The rest of the night has been boring. I have racquetball tomorrow. I should get to sleep.

Well, I uploaded some pictures of my face. The first one. The second one.

When you read this, keep in mind that I'm coughing every 20 seconds throughout the day, even as I write this.

I woke up at 9. The latest I've slept in for about two weeks. I am terrible.

I got ready and met Brandon in the parking lot. Meeting was tough. So many people were sick. I was having a hard time breathing trying not to cough on anyone. My abs are getting nice though.

Afterwards, Riddy slyly commented about some sports game, indicating we would eat at the Grad. It was delicious.

Getting back to my room, I changed, then heard jazz out the window. I looked down and there was a combo playing in the Thompson Music Room. I go check it out.

I first see Toby, a trumpet player I know, playing bass. I look to my left and he is also playing trumpet. Twins are weird.

Dan was playing sax and another guy on drums. Somebody was sitting at the piano and got up, explaining that he doesn't know how to play. So I sat down.

It was fun, just sort of fooling around. I felt like most of my rhythms and phrasings were stolen from Mike, since that's the only jazz piano I see and listen to. It was fun though. I can't play jazz piano at all, but it gave me the chance to learn. I would love to, actually.

In the middle of that, I got a call from Sarah, asking me to help pump her bike tires. She was right by where I was, hopeless. There was a tube of compressed air, but no valve or anything. So I took her tire and put the nozzle to it, inflating the tire immediately. Fun stuff.

Man, I am so sick of coughing.

I ate dinner, blah blah blah.

At 9, I met Shayan at Court 1 for some racquetball. He is decent, but not very polished. When we were getting a drink of water, the people next to us invited us to play doubles. Eagerly, I accepted. It was fun.

On my way back here, I stopped by the third floor. Christy's room was open, so I went inside. They were making scrapbooks. A drunk Donald explained that I could pretend to be gay and join them. So I sat down right next to him.

"I'm gay," he said.

"I know. I'm sick," I replied.

Later on, he said, "You know, it's a shame you're straight."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Because you're kind of cute."

There's a first time for everything. Whoa. I just put that together. Donald is a gay eskimo. He's the only one I know. He's the only gay eskimo. Wow.

Yep, now I'm here. I think I might start my homework. I've been too distracted by other things, such as hacking up my lungs.

I am so sick of coughing. Seriously. This is awful.

I woke up way too early for a Saturday. Six-thirty. No way.

I met the Greenways and Joe Fleck at 7. We then proceeded to pick up Maria, get gas, and stop at a McDonalds. I thought that last part was kind of funny, since the previous 10 minutes of the conversation consisted of Maria explaining the setup of "Supersize Me."

With a little food in my belly and music in my ears, I took a nappy nap until we got to Mountain Ranch.

Now honestly, the moment I got there, I was seriously reconsidering my choice of going. First off, I'm sick. I was miserable, coughing and hacking away. That eliminates all sort of kitchen or dining room duties, as well as any strenuous physical activity. And on top of that, I had to explain to everyone who wanted to shake my hand that I was sick.

Anyway, I found a nice job cleaning off the platform. I also helped set up the tarps that go in front of the dorms. I decided I couldn't really work around the men's dorms that much, due to the empty racquetball court. Should have brought my gear.

Food was good. After lunch, I went with Jed and Russell down the road to drive Russell's truck while he and Jed longboarded all the way down. That wasn't too bad, except it's a truck. I like small cars.

Back on the road, sleepy. I had a nice nap.

When I got back, I picked up my package, the supplementary book my physics professor wrote. In discussing with Karen, we both wondered how he feels knowing that people are selling his book. Moreover, my book had goodwill stickers on it. How would he feel knowing that people are just giving it away?

Anyway, I've just been wasting away my day and life, coughing up my lungs. I feel like dying.

It makes me sad each day I continue to feel worse yet ignore it completely.

I woke up very hot and uncomfortable. Then I realized I had to pee. So I got up, went, then came back and napped for another half hour. I really haven't been getting a whole lot of sleep lately.

Math was fine. We got our midterms back. It's an interesting way Kouba did it. He sectioned off the exams by number, and passed them through the class in sections. Unfortunately, my section completely skipped me, so I had to get it after class. I got a 57%, which turned out to be a C. Go me.

Physics was fine. I think I did the quiz mostly right. Good.

Since then, I've been killing myself. Pretty much. I can't really do anything fun due to illness, so I've been on my computer a lot. Whenever I interact with other people, I feel retarded, since all of my senses are dulled. Meh.

I should get off this thing now.

It died again. I just now got it to come back.

So this might be short. Oh well.

I woke up, went to eat a muffin. My last muffin was covered in fur. Into the trash. I grabbed a bagel. They were all hard. I threw them away. So instead, I just ate a lot of granola bars.

In racquetball, I was making some pretty crazy moves, getting to places that were surely impossible. Then I looked at my hand and I was bleeding through my glove. I go clean it off, get a band-aid, but wasn't quite the same on the court. It just took something from me, something more than that little flap of skin.

I showered. Showering is so nice.

Physics lab wasn't bad. We worked with Mr. Unpronounceable Name and his partner. All about forces. We were the first ones out.

I ate lunch then went to Rite-Aid. I stocked up on band-aids, tape, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and some breakfast bars. I am sick.

I went to Physics problem solving session. It was just the same problems as before. No need to go to both of them.

I did my laundry. Ours was full, so I went to the 4th floor. Nobody cared.

Dinner.

I went rock climbing. It's been way too long. I'm still fairly agile, I just don't have any endurance. And my hands start sweating much sooner. I didn't over extend myself too much, as I know I'll be sorry tomorrow. I need to go more often, especially now that they redid the wall.

Back. I did stuff, my computer died, blah blah blah. Oh, I shaved. Sort of.

So I woke up this morning. As usual. I meant that in a sense that I usually wake up. Although my waking up process was probably normal.

I need more breakfast food. I will have to venture to Rite-Aid and get something tomorrow. I need some vitamin C for this sickly illness I seem to have contracted as well. Sick sick sick.

A weird note:
Last night, when I went to bed, Tony was not in the room. When I woke up, he was still absent.

I went to math. It was hard to stay awake, even harder to pay attention. I guess the two are related.

Almost at my building, I saw Amanda, so I took it upon myself to bug her. See, we first met when she was playing my part and being embarrassingly outgoing while I was in one of my few quiet moods, eating dinner at the DC, alone. So that's how we met. Since then, I guess it's been my mission to prove that I'm weirder. So I invited myself into her building, then room. We bonded. Before I knew it, it was time to get to my next class. So I ran to my room (still no Tony), put my books in my bag, and went to Physics.

It was as usual. Interesting stuff, but I was just too tired to understand most of it.

Then Poetry. Well, the coffee stand was out of scones, so I got a chocolate croissant. It was delicious, even though I was really craving a blueberry scone.

Poetry was really fun today. We started off doing performance poetry, then workshopped our list poems. We go down the list and finally, 15 minutes left of our two hours, we get to mine. It was exciting. I was waiting for this moment for so long.

See, I wrote an awesome poem. Beneath every line was a deeper jazz meaning, cramming in 14 nicknames of jazz greats and 39 titles of jazz standards. I was wanting to see how many people would catch on.

The amount surprised me. Nobody caught every sneaky trick I put in there, mainly because there were a few even I forgot about, and I wrote it. About half the class had no clue it had anything to do with jazz. It was so much fun. I was excited.

After that, I went back to Roessler for our Physics Problem Solving Session. I haven't even looked at the homework and didn't bring my book, so I was just there to basically learn by osmosis. I was dead tired as well, so I wasn't comprehending anything I was writing either. Hopefully it will help on the quiz.

Back. Still no Tony. I goofed off. Played some trumpet, tossed around a racquetball, you know the drill. I really want to practice my kill shot on someone's door, but I'm afraid everyone will get really mad. Maybe that's why I want to do it.

So Tony walks in around 3:40, exclaiming that he just finished his paper and had to turn it in in 20 minutes. It took me a little bit, but then I asked him if he slept last night. No. He's been working on that stupid paper. Crazy roommate. How awesome is he.

I go do some more stuff. I eat dinner, see Nathan there. Fun.

As I was walking back to my room at 6:20, I see Tony in the hall, carrying two bags from Rite-Aid. "Food," he explains. "I haven't eaten since... last night."

Wow. And he pulled an all nighter. All he had was water. Either my roommate is some sort of super human or he's just really dumb. I'm going with the former, because he wears glasses. Clark Kent wore glasses, you know.

Wait... I wear glasses. But only sometimes though. So maybe I'm part super human. Or just part Asian. Tony is full Asian! I think I'm going crazy.

Brandon picked me up. We went to meeting. Everybody was sick. It was a very sicky meeting. Sick sick sick sick sick. Dave and I both washed our hands right afterwards in the same sink. Then we shook each other's hands.

I finally gave Riddy his racquetball stuff. Good for me. No bowling.

I was really happy and energetic when I got back. I went to Late Night with some people from the third floor. I just kept on getting crazier. (Un)Fortunately, it's 4/20, so everybody just assumed...

Now I'm here. I calmed down rather quickly.

On a side note to my readers:
It has come to my attention that there is a new avid reader of this weblog. I have no idea who he/she/it is, nor whether or not I have any relation to this person. This site was found by a Google search for my English teacher, "Megan Kaminski." Basically, I just want to know who you are. You're watching me, so now I'm watching you. So go ahead, post a comment, send me a line. It just sort of creeps me out, you know. Most everybody else skims it over and moves on, but you have been back multiple times, every single day. Just let me know who you are.
P.S. OSX is cool, but Linux is cooler.

I'm way too tired.

I woke up and hit the snooze button several times. I finally got up, and by 8:30, was on the racquetball courts. Being sick and tired, I wasn't quite up to standards. I played rather poorly. I lost to a pretty talentless left hander, solely because he had one good serve. Then I lost because I was just terrible. But beforehand, John and I worked on positioning and backhands. I feel like I've improved there.

Improv was pretty fun. We played again, I soloed miserably. We started playing some more by ear. We ought to do that more often.

I ate lunch, then decided to hunt for strawberries. On Sunday, a girl told us that there's a good place to get them not that far from here. Just get on Russell, turn right on Lake, it turns into County Road 99, and you can't miss it. So I took off.

Five minutes later, I was across 113. Fifteen minutes took me to Lake. A few more to 99. Then I biked. And biked. Into the fierce wind. It was hard. Also, it's a county road, so there's no bike lane. Well, there's a 6 inch strip after the white line before the gravel runs into a ditch.

I stopped under a tree. I continued. It was always just beyond that little bit. But never was.

Finally, after I had to stop a second time, an hour had passed since I started. I got on my bike and turned back.

Back was much easier. The wind was in my favor. It only took half an hour to get back.

Almost home, I stopped by the Domes to see what's up. They were pretty cool and nice and fun and whatnot. Very casual, laid back atmosphere. I like that place.

Back here. I complained to people. Then went to math discussion.

I nearly fell asleep. I came very close.

Dinner. It made me mad.

Film viewing. We watched Demitrius and the Gladiators, the sequel to The Robe. I liked it better. The ending was definitely better.

Back here. I feel like sleeping. Okay bye.

I really need to go to bed.

I woke up at 7:10 this morning. It was early, but I felt like I could actually get up. I think it's just been hot.

I finished my poem. I've discovered that converting to .doc doesn't work so well, so I now convert to .pdf. It works nicely.

I opened up my math notebook. Fun.

I went to my math midterm. Not fun. Well, it was more fun than I expected it to be. I thought it would kill me. Instead, it just kindly smacked me upside the head repeatedly.

Back. I printed out my 23 copies. Then went to Physics.

Forces. We spent a large portion of the lecture trying to define "mass." It was interesting how there really wasn't a definition. But that's physics for you.

English was hard to bear. Everybody, including Megan, was exhausted. She told us she only got 4 hours of sleep last night. So we were very quiet and whatnot. I think I'm sick as well.

We were working on performance poetry, so when she couldn't get her laptop to work, she told us all to just go home. With an hour left of class. Fun.

Instead of going home, since I only had an hour anyway, I hung around Olson. I would have fallen asleep and not gone to class. Bad thing. So I read poems of other people, murdering them with my pencil. I said hello to Robin.

In Bible and Film, we watched a Clint Eastwood movie, "Pale Rider." It was actually pretty good. Unfortunately, nobody knew the title, so it was bugging pretty much everybody. Both Kevin and myself were waiting for the point when he would be introduced as "Cool Hand Luke," but it never came.

Back. I ate Cheez-Its. Physics discussion.

I felt bad for Coach Snow. RJ was being a complete idiot jerk and Coach told him to leave. It was intense. Scary.

Back. I ate dinner. Played my trumpet. The usual. I need to sleep now.

What a weird day. I'm way too tired to do anything, but I have way too much to do to slack off. Dliema.

I woke up and Brandon picked me up. As usual.

Meeting was pretty much the usual. Maria was not there, so Darren was lonely. Poor man.

Afterwards, Brandon, Riddy, and I went to the Grad. Delicious.

Back in my room, I pretty much just sat around, trying to get work done. I read, posted on the board, wrote a journal, and started my poem. I'd say it's now past halfway. And it's due tomorrow. Bah. Morning.

That took several hours. At 7, I grabbed Becca and we went to the Domes. It was good to get out of the building and see that place again. We got there just as their meeting was ending, so we participated in the group hug. How communal.

We explored until food was ready, probably an hour and a half. It kept on getting darker. People came and went. We met quite a few people. It was just a great, friendly experience.

Then there was dinner. It was delicious. It was entirely vegetarian and mostly vegan (a few bits of cheese). It's amazing the stuff they can cook. It was much better than the DC and much cheaper too. Lots of chard, salads, a split pea soup, casserole thing, and fresh squeezed juices. More stuff too. And there were delicious vegan donuts. Crazy talk.

Anyway, that was fun and lasted two hours. Much longer than we expected, but it was good and fun. I think I probably got West Nile Virus from the mosquitoes though. Oh well.

Since I got back, I've been trying to focus on work. It's hard. I don't know what I'm going to do. This quarter is definitely going to kill me.

So today was the famous Picnic Day. It was fun.

Being a lazy college student, I didn't get up and at 'em until 10. I got dressed, etc. I even filled up my Camelbak.

So I go out and see what's going on. The entire campus is filled with booths and people. Everywhere you turn, there's more. I saw some people I knew, but mainly just walked around.

At noon, I was getting pretty tired, so I went to Freeborn Hall and waited for Jill's Taiko drum performance. I sat through two little kid dance groups, then they set up for a brass ensemble. Seeing this, I moved to the front row.

They were pretty good. Ten members, 4 trumpets, 1 french horn, 3 trombones, 1 euphonium, and 1 tuba. Their lead trumpet was too bright for the rest of the ensemble, and you couldn't hear third or fourth. But they were still good.

The drumming was pretty cool. Very intense. I felt tired and sweaty after that. Also, Jackie, Lisi, Robin, and Camille were sitting right behind me.

After that, we went and found Jill, her family, and boyfriend. We explored some more, then went to watch the Battle of the Bands.

Unlike most "Battle of the Bands," this one had nothing to do with garage bands. Solely pep bands. In competition were the bands of UC Irvine, Cal, UCSD, UC Davis, Stanford, and Humboldt. Very exciting. Also exciting was the fact that I saw Guy Danus playing piccolo with UCSD. I had to say hello. So I did.

Then we got some more greasy food. It was all good. We found Jill's family, then went back to the dorms.

I was in my room for an hour and a half, two hours. Miserable. My hard drive decided not to be recognized. Now it is though. Weird. I spent half an hour on the phone with Dell tech support. It made me angry. Then I backed up everything onto my trusty mp3 player. Then I got a call from Jill that they were all going to Freeborn to watch the Davis Dance Revolution.

It was 7 club groups competing for a $1000 prize. Robin was in it, doing the Napoleon Dynamite dance with her group. They were all pretty good though. I didn't like the best groups, since they were all hip hop music and such. There was a really cool swing dance group. And a Hawaiian hula group.

That was fun. I was feeling much better out of my room. We went back. Blah blah blah. I hung out in Alicia's room. We watched Spy Kids 2, the worst movie ever. But we couldn't stop watching it.

Now I'm here. Completely drained.

It's late.

I woke up and went to math. I realized that Dr. Kouba has been wearing his polo shirts with the collars up all week long. It wasn't just some fluke on Monday. Now I wonder if he's been doing it all quater, year, forever. It bothers me.

I tried to study for Physics. I promise.

On my way, erring on the side of late, I was biking a little fast. Pretty content with myself, I wasn't holding onto the handlebars and was whistling. A girl was crossing the street. Knowing she could move easier than I could, as I didn't have the handlebars, I let her make the decision and biked straight. She went, she stopped, she went, she stopped. I finally realized I was going to hit her, then grabbed my handlebars. It was a perfect one-dimensional elastic collision. I kind of laughed, then asked if she was all right. She was, then made some comment such as "I tried to get out of the way." Whatever.

Physics, blah. It was hard to pay attention. I don't know how I did.

I grabbed a sandwich at the Silo. It was good.

I procrastinated a lot. I have a lot of work and tomorrow is Picnic Day. Fun. I played some piano, hung out with the third floor.

I went to dinner with Jackie, Tony, and Jill. Same place as last week. It was delicious.

I pretty much stayed with them (third floor) the whole time after that. I played DDR, watched them swing dance to Michael Jackson. John and I had some random math related conversations. I'm tired.

What am I doing? It's past midnight and I'm not in bed. Even more, I've been doing nothing for the past 6 hours. Barf.

I woke up early and went to racquetball. John wasn't there, so I warmed up with Chris. I could tell it was going to be a slowe day.

When we finally got our instructions, we were told that John and I would play doubles against Chris and Brad. It was pretty evenly matched, intesne. But John and I barely managed to squeak by with two wins, the first being 16-14. Good times.

I came home, showered, then went to my Physics lab.

It was all right. Not bad. I was the first person to leave. I believe I fully answered all the questions too. Acceleration, etc.

I called Brandon and Riddy, but they didn't want to talk to me. I got a bagel and read the Aggie out in the quad. The quad is very much like the quad in high school. I felt like everybody there was (or thought they were) much cooler than me. Whatever. Bowling.

Riddy and I started, Brandon and Joe came in. It was more just for fun than competitive. Cool.

Physics problem solving session. It was really helpful, but really short. Sad.

I pretty much hung out after that. I was going to go to Kouba's office hours, but I was too tired to come up with questions to ask, so I didn't. I'm pretty drained. I spent a lot of time on the third floor. I played the piano for probably an hour and a half. I need sleep.

A little exhausted. I got distracted by the third floor again.

I woke up this morning surprisingly awake. I got a good 8 hours of sleep. Many combolations.

Math was a little hard to take in. I need to study for that. Big time.

Physics was also hard. I must study as well. Doug will be a good aid.

Poetry was weird. Megan was having the hardest time with her computer. It was funny seeing her try and instruct us on the ways of computers when probably everyone there knew better than her ("Do you have the internet?"). But it was cool. I bought a scone beforehand. It was delicious.

Well, I got back and tried to read the third chapter of my physics textbook, but played my trumpet instead. Oh, I totally forgot. I bought the second textbook online. It was only $8, shipping included.

I went to Karen's room to do Physics homework, but not much got done. We got 1.5 problems done. Ate dinner, tried some more. Nothing.

Meeting was good. Big. John and Gladys were there. It's been a while since I've talked to them. Or seen them. Brandon refused to go bowling. Riddy and my hearts were sad.

On my way back to my room, I got distracted by Karen's room, then an hour later, Jill's room. I had a nice long, deep conversation with Jill. Fun times.

Now I'm here, sad that I didn't really do anything all day. I'm tired and still don't understand Physics or Math. Hopefully the problem solving session will go well tomorrow. I'll try and review my notes so I can have questions to ask Kouba at his office hours. Bah.

Surprisingly, I've been feeling exhausted today for the amount of work I've been doing, not the lack of sleep I've been getting.

I woke up at 7:40 and had a leisurely breakfast. I got to the ARC around 8:25, same time as John. We put on our stuff, stretched, then warmed up.

The format of the day was that we'd just play a little rotations. Short games, rally points. It was actually pretty intense, since it's nonstop playing.

At the end of class, from what I understood from his casual calling, I was second in the class. Not bad, but not very accurate either. Statistically speaking, you can tell it wasn't a simple random sample of pairs. But anyway...

I went to improv. We spoke more about harmonization, this time I'm getting it a bit more. The two hours went by slowly and quickly.

Lunch. It was delicious.

I basically threw away my time. I don't know how or why.

At 4, I went to math discussion. I didn't really understand much, so that's why I went. I have a feeling I'm going to need to seriously study, then email my TA to ask questions, maybe arrange a meeting. But after the quiz on Friday in Physics.

I ate dinner with John and his friend. It was a surprisingly good meal. Odd.

In our film viewing portion of class, we watched "The Robe." It was actually a really good movie. Some acting was a little out of context for our day and age, since it was filmed in 1953, so some serious parts turned out to be funny. I felt bad when everybody was laughing. But it was good. And long. Two hours and twenty minutes. We were out of there by 8:30. Exhausting.

I went back to my room. Robin invited me to study in their room, so, needing to study, I brought my Physics book down there. For an hour straight, I read from that thing. It was hard core. And totally awful. I hate studying. That was so boring.

Afterwards, I stopped by Karen's room to see what/how she was doing. I arranged for a hot Physics homework date tomorrow at 4. Totally awesome.

I showered and such. I think I'm going to go to bed. Early. Crazy. Today was a pretty good day. I'm going to try this whole "sleep" thing.

Bah, I'm hungry.

I awoke angrily this morning to the sound of my alarm. Not wanting to get up, but also not wanting to disturb Tony, I forced myself out of bed, into the freezing arms of my chair. Well, body. No real arms here, just a nice cupping action.

I ate a muffin, drank my cup o' tea, then brushed and went on my way. To math.

I learned we have a midterm on Monday. One week. That would be the 11th day of class. Midterm. What?

Gulp. I'm terribly behind. I must catch up. This weekend. Shoot, Picnic Day is Saturday. Only the biggest event of the year.

Back to my room. I didn't really do anything.

Physics. I sat next to Karen. Fun. We learned more about composing vectors and such.

Poetry. Well, I stopped by the coffee shop and got a cookie first. I ate half of it. The other half is sitting on my desk.

We talked about poetry. I sat in a different seat. Discussed and analyzed poems. That part is the most boring for me. I find myself drifting off all the time. Bah.

We did a practice workshop, which was fun. The real ones should be helpful.

As I was walking out of class, I saw Robin walking in. Crazy.

In Bible and Film, we talked a little about "Inherit the Wind," and how it was based on Scope's Monkey Trial, how actors portrayed real people, the choices made for the movie, the background, director, etc. Then we watched "...And God Spoke," a mockumentary on the filming of a bible movie. It was actually really funny. The movie they were filming was terrible. Hilarious.

After that, I stopped by the coffee stand again, since Becca was working. I said hello, chatted for a bit, then went on my way.

I blah blah blahed, eating Robin's Cheez-It's, picking up my package (gloves and balls), the putting on my gloves and being awesome. I love new racquetball gloves.

Physics discussion. Karen and I joined RJ and Cheyenne again. I made fun of Karen for being one of the three white people in the room. That class makes me feel really white. It's crazy. There are literally three white people, one of which is our TA, Ryan Snow, which RJ (and now our group) insists on calling him "Coach." Apparently referring to our TA by his first name is not a respectful action, so we've elevated him to "coach" status. "Coach Snow." Sounds like a pansy to me.

I got back, did some stuff, ate dinner. Crazy.

I was going to go climbing, but I saw Kyle and he kindly reminded me that they were tearing down all the holds and making new routes for the competition. Sad. Oh well. Racquetball tomorrow. With new gloves and balls.

Ooh, I found a pin that says "They Might Be Giants." Guess how excited I was. The answer would be "pretty."

I played my trumpet, the piano. Blah blah blah. I got lost for a few hours in the pit of procrastination. I took a shower and now am here. It's still pretty early. I might retire now.

So I woke up this morning around 9:10. Hit the snooze, woke again at 9:18. I got up, breakfasted, etc. I decided to make sure the Greenways got my message, so I gave them a ring. No answer. Shoot. They're probably out of town. I quickly called up Riddy who was walking out his door and he agreed to pick me up. Sweet.

Hurriedly, I dressed, brushed my teeth, tied my bow tie. I met Ridders in the lot. We went to meeting. We were fine.

After meeting, I got in an argument about socks and sandals (guess which side I argued), then Rids and I left for the Grad.

Great burgers. Supreme. Delicious. It's been too long and too much money. But it's good.

After lunch and nearly falling asleep during a dozen games, I stopped by the pit of procrastination on the way to my room. It took me a while to get back. Several hours.

Back in the room, I did normal day stuff. Played trumpet, ate dinner, blah blah blah. I did my reading for English. I really need to catch up on Math and Physics though. I am way behind, even in the week we've had class. Somebody slap me.

After a little while, I went down to the pit again for a study break. It lasted two hours. Bah. It's good times though.

Now I'm here, regretting goofing off the whole weekend. I didn't even go the Jolie Holland concert. I'm blaming that on being tired, having a bad day (I got hit by a biker, rainy, blah), and other such nonsense. I didn't go to the Domes (Becca went home). I lost track of time, going to bed at 2 or 3. Whatever. Even though it's 11:30 right now, I just know something is going to happen that won't let me bed myself. Just you wait.

Today has been a sleepy day. Sorry for the short posts. I need to get to bed earlier.

I woke around noon. I got dressed, drank my tea, then went to the DC and ate lunchfast. Back in my room, I cleaned up a bit, then started working on my English. Halfway through my journal entry, Jackie knocks on my door, inviting me to Subway. Needing to get out, I accepted.

I didn't eat anything, but the company was nice. Along with Jackie and myself was Jill, Robin, Camille, and Lisi. Fun.

After we got back, stuff happened. Actually, nothing did. But eventually, Jill, Jackie, Ryan and myself went to sushi for dinner. I honestly have no idea where those hours went. It was a wonderful time. Real Japanese food with one full Japanese girl, one half double Asian girl, and two hapa boys. It was like hanging out with real Asians without all that culture clash. And great food.

After that, we hung out for a while, watched a movie. Now I'm tired.

I've been feeling pretty crummy lately. Probably mainly a lack of sleep.

I woke up after only a few hours of sleep, then went to math lecture. It was hard to stay awake.

Back in my room, I looked at my Physics book.

Lecture was as usual. At the end, we had a quiz. I thought I did fairly well, but in retrospect, I probably failed.

My day was free, so I spent it doing nothing. I ate lunch, cleaned my room, ate dinner. I've noticed I've been having a hard time getting to my room lately. What should be a one minute trip turns into a multi-hour trip. Blah.

I ended up not going to the Jolie Holland concert, instead rotting away. I need to go to sleep.

Five hours ago, I went down to the lounge to grab a bite to eat. I just now got back. I'm going to keep this short.

I woke up way too early. I played racquetball way too hard.

Physics lab was actually pretty easy. Fun, interesting, whatever. We learned.

I ate lunch. I did some stuff. I ate dinner. I started to study.

The end.

Today, as I nearly fell asleep washing my hands, I realized that it's only going to get worse. This quarter will continue to escalate downward, increasing in momentum. I won't be able to catch up on sleep and my lack of food will get to me. I'm going crazy.

I woke up sadly, got ready, and went to math. After class, I saw Zoe and realized she was in the class. That was fun.

I hopped over to the MU and bought Volume 1 of my Physics textbook, then went home for a few minutes.

Physics. Amazingly, I saw Zoe, so I sat next to her. She's funny. I enjoy her company. Physics was interesting. The calculus behind kinematics.

Before my poetry class, I went to the little stand outside of Olson and bought a cookie. It was a good cookie. I plan on buying one again. Sadly, that cookie turned out to be my lunch.

Poetry was all right. It was a little weird. I'm still trying to get used to it. I just feel out of place anytime we're analyzing poems. I feel much better when we're writing or editing. Oh well. That was two hours.

Too late for lunch, I got back to my room and did some stuff. I can't really remember what, but playing my trumpet was one of them. Oh, I went to Navin's to pick up my English course reader and Physics lab manual. Oh, just a few copied sheets of paper. Totalling $27. Barf. That little copy shop right off campus is making a killing.

I ate dinner. Didn't eat much, since I was starving. I'm slowly killing myself.

Blah blah blah. Meeting. Lots of repetition. I nearly fell asleep afterwards washing my hands. Off to the racquetball courts.

Brandon, Riddy, and myself met Joe and AJ. We rotated in for doubles. Riddy and I made an awful team. I have no idea why. We were just terrible. I don't think we scored a single point when we were together. Weird.

Now I'm here, sweaty and gross. To the shower, then bed, then up bright and early for some racquetball.

I'm too upset to really do anything right now. I will shortly summarize my day.

Woke up, racquetball. I played with John, some other guys too. Done.

Off to improv. That was as usual. We played less and talked more though. Interesting.

I lunched. Read the Aggie and such.

I pretended to do stuff.

I went to my math discussion. The TA seemed like he knew what he was talking about, but his eagerness got a little annoying. He talked too much.

I came back, then went to watch a movie. Our film, "Inherit the Wind," was actually pretty good. It had an all star cast of nobody I knew. Whatever. The monkey trial. You know the one.

Back. I was going to study, so I finally opened my Physics book. I unwrapped the packaging and everything. I was waiting so long, so I would be sure I was taking the class. I open the book to chapter 1. Well, make that Chapter 21. See, I picked up Volume 2. It was in the same stack. The 2 was barely visible. Now I'm just bitter. I can't do anything right now.

Edit: I just learned from Jarrett that we'll be needing the book next term. Chances are I'll be taking that class, so I'm no longer angry.

So today has been my first Monday of the term. It's not that bad. It leaves me hungry though.

Woke up, readied myself. Math at 9. Kouba isn't that bad. The chalkboard lights were out of order, so we all had to squint. It wasn't terrible though.

Home. Nibble, stuff. Got ready for a wild ride.

Physics. We worked on simple stuff, but good explanations of it. Showing the calculus behind ordinary things. Understanding motion.

Creative Writing: Poetry. Now this was a little funny.

So I got there early, because I forgot we have 20 minutes instead of 10. I walk in the room and there's one other student in there with me. I put my stuff down then go to the bathroom. By the time I get back, there are more people. Soon, a commanding presence entered the room. He sits down at the front desk and starts unpacking his stuff.

Now, from registering, I knew our teacher's name was Megan Kaminski. I figured there was either some last minute change or I was being too close minded about "Megan" being a female only name. So that was that.

Maybe 5 minutes later, he decides to start early since most people were there. He asks if anyone couldn't get the syllabus online, then offers copies. Everyone raises a hand. He obviously wasn't expecting that, so reminds us that it was attached in the email he sent. The email none of us received. So he figured there must have been a problem with the listserve. Finally, someone had the courage to ask, "Is this English 5P?"

A shocked look came upon his face. Then a smile. "Ah," he said. Looking at his syllabus, he read, "Olson 157." We were in 159. He bid us a nice, humorous farewell.

Finally, the read Megan Kaminski came in. She's a skinny, perky poet. This class will be fun. It will take me a while to get used to the in depth readings of poems and the hippie state of mind, but that's what college is all about. Liberalizing.

When those two hours had passed, I was starving, so I grabbed a cup of coffee from the stand outside. Then I went back inside and upstairs for Bible and Film.

That class will actually be a lot more fun than I was expecting. It's an upper division class, so it's more personal, I guess. We got situated, he explained a few things, then we watched a movie on the history of religious films. It was interesting and posed a lot of good questions that we'll talk about throughout the course. Should be fun.

I went back to my room and nibbled some more. I didn't get a whole lot done. I then went to my Physics discussion.

Ryan Snow is our TA. He could definitely be a relative of Shane Swenson. I think he has the exact glasses Shane had when he came to California. He wears (probably free) t-shirts and jeans. Caucasian and extremely smart. He likes Physics.

Anyway, he posed a few problems, we broke into groups and tried to solve them. End of class.

I went to dinner. Unfortunately, after not eating all day, I wasn't that hungry. I couldn't eat a whole lot. And now I'm feeling those hunger pains again.

I played the piano, practiced my trumpet. Now I think I'm going to do my poetry reading.

This whole time change thing is getting to me. Well, it always does, to everyone.

I woke up to my alarm. One of three, this one just happened to have changed automatically. Unsure of its reliability, I went online to time.gov to confirm. Check. My cell phone had not changed yet.

I received a call from Brandon an hour later confirming my ride. I told him I would see him in 40 minutes. He corrected me by saying, "an hour and 40 minutes." No, Brandon. My cell phone didn't change either.

We got on the road to the Boyte's. Off the freeway, we turned left, made a U-turn, then about 5 miles down the road, made another U-turn and ended up late for meeting. My grandma was there.

Afterwards, we went to lunch at the Hometown Buffet. Luckily, nobody brought any plastic bags. I noticed they had a sign pleading you not to steal food, mentioning that they want to keep their prices reasonable. Reasonable, meaning "more expensive than the DC." If you've ever looked into what we're paying, you'll know what I mean.

After an interesting meal, Brandon and I headed home.

Back in the dorms, I had an interesting puzzle/riddle day, then did some stuff. The rest of my day was a blur. I know I ate dinner. I watched some poker game for a while. I let Sarah in the building (she lost her reg card). I declined an invite to a game of racquetball on account that I must sleep. I did some blah blah blah. Oh right, sleep.

So I woke up today because there was nothing better to do. Why not?

I ripped my new CDs and put them on my Zen Touch. I ate a bagel. I got ready for the day.

By that time, it was time to eat lunch. So I had one of the most pathetic lunches I've had here. It was pretty bad.

It's spring break season for all the high schools, so there are nonstop tours of campus. They seep into all the campus buildings and get really annoying.

I lolled around, then decided to go to the ARC wall. I called up David Tozer because he wanted to go there, and I met him there.

I've lost a lot of my strength. It was funny how easily I got tired. I need to go more often. Now I have this familiar dead feeling in my body.

I came back and washed my hands. It was a painfully good feeling.

I did some other stuff too, but I'm having a hard time remembering what. I ate dinner. That was normal.

At 8, I played racquetball with some people I know from the second floor. They didn't really know how to play, which didn't really matter. I just needed to get back into the swing of things (get it?!).

Now I'm here, blanking on my day. Whatever.

It must be the night to get drunk. Seriously, everybody is doing it.

I woke up and fed myself. Then I went to math.

I really like Kouba. He's a great professor. From the hour I spent in his lecture, I really enjoyed it. Granted, the material wasn't hard, but I understood everything and was confident as I left. It was good.

Break for an hour. I put a pirate flag on the ceiling.

Physics was amazing. Professor Cole is one of those professors who just explains things well. I totally forget what it was, but there was something that he explained so articulately in simple terms, it was amazing. I am looking forward to this class.

I called up Amy and we eventually hooked up. She was with a friend James from school. We went and got lunch, then walked around campus. We walked a lot. I showed them the Bookstore, library, Tercero, Regan, Primero Grove, Malcolm, Segundo North, etc. It was tiring. James wanted to swim, so I left them to do that.

They called an hour later, organizing dinner plans with Brandon at Plutos. We met him there. Dinner was delicious.

After that, I walked over to Delta of Venus for Jolie Holland's official concert. I met Patrick there and we had a chatty poo. It was amazing again.

Afterwards, I had a few chats with Sonny Smith, getting him to sign the albums I purchased. He's just a great, laid back fellow. He and Jolie played quite a few songs together, screwing up, starting over, but nobody cared. It was great music.

I walked home after seeing a few of my rather inebriated friends on the street. I am dead tired now.