So yea, didn't fall asleep until 2AM. Woke up at 7:30AM like usual. Was on campus until 4PM. And no, I didn't take a nap when I got home. So, I should be extremely tired for tonight, which is great. I could really use some decent sleep.
It's been so bad, that even in my dreams I'm looking for a bed to sleep in. Anyone else ever experience that? Dreaming about laying down in bed with the lights off and trying to sleep?
Woke up this morning, but I really didn't want to. Then I remembered that I have a Spanish test. So I had to go. The second half of the test is tomorrow. I'm not planning on studying between right now and 10AM, so oh well. Then I should be sticking around campus to get some playing time in. I need to double check with Ryan that it's still on.
Oh, tomorrow the West Wing is on. Crap. I need to be home by 8PM then. Which means I need to leave campus by 7PM. Crap. That only leaves an hour if we start at 5:45PM. Well, an hour and 15 minutes. Not enough time. Damnit.
Good, he wants to start at 5PM. So, that gives me 2 hours to whoop his sorry behind. Well, unless we play teams and he's on my team. If that's the case, we'll win. I understand his game and he understands mine.
Either way, time for me to get some sleep. I'm aiming for 9 hours, if possible.
Tuesday, April 5
Monday, April 4
421
Can't sleep.
Can't stop thinking.
And it's only Monday. I mean, Tuesday.
This is going to be a really, really long week.
And if I could give up, I would. I'd walk away in a second without looking back. But it's too late.
OK, I hope that gives me a little peace of mind. I need to sleep.
Can't stop thinking.
And it's only Monday. I mean, Tuesday.
This is going to be a really, really long week.
And if I could give up, I would. I'd walk away in a second without looking back. But it's too late.
OK, I hope that gives me a little peace of mind. I need to sleep.
420
So, I was up until 1:30AM last night working on that damn program. Then I woke up at 7:30AM this morning 'cause I had to shave and what not. Needless to say, I was completely on autopilot through my classes.
I got home at 1PM. I turned on my computer, wrote a post, and then I decided that it was time for a nap. At 1:30PM, I turned on WinAmp, turned on my Harmon/Kardon, put on my headphones, and passed out. I slept until 5PM. That's when Ryan called me for some ball up at campus. But he wanted to start at 5:45PM, and I figured there was no way I was going to get ready and get there in time to play. So I told him I'd stay on campus Wednesday to get some ball in. Haven't played ball with him since the last IM game. I didn't put on a show there, so I need to reassure him that I'm still the man to beat in our group.
Watched the championship game. I'm not the biggest fan of college basketball. The 3-point line does need to be moved back, and I really feel the shot clock needs to be shortened. 35 seconds is way too long. I'd be happy enough if they cut it down to 30 seconds. I'd be ecstatic if they cut it down to 24 seconds.
But it was a great game. Fun to watch.
There's something I want to mention about the previous post. Meh...nevermind.
Either way, think I'm going to watch some Venture Brothers and head to bed. I just know I'm not going to sleep early considering I took a near 5 hour nap.
I got home at 1PM. I turned on my computer, wrote a post, and then I decided that it was time for a nap. At 1:30PM, I turned on WinAmp, turned on my Harmon/Kardon, put on my headphones, and passed out. I slept until 5PM. That's when Ryan called me for some ball up at campus. But he wanted to start at 5:45PM, and I figured there was no way I was going to get ready and get there in time to play. So I told him I'd stay on campus Wednesday to get some ball in. Haven't played ball with him since the last IM game. I didn't put on a show there, so I need to reassure him that I'm still the man to beat in our group.
Watched the championship game. I'm not the biggest fan of college basketball. The 3-point line does need to be moved back, and I really feel the shot clock needs to be shortened. 35 seconds is way too long. I'd be happy enough if they cut it down to 30 seconds. I'd be ecstatic if they cut it down to 24 seconds.
But it was a great game. Fun to watch.
There's something I want to mention about the previous post. Meh...nevermind.
Either way, think I'm going to watch some Venture Brothers and head to bed. I just know I'm not going to sleep early considering I took a near 5 hour nap.
419
One time, I wasn't nice to someone. And it was at a time when this person needed me to be understanding and compassionate.
Instead, I thought about how that person betrayed me. Those thoughts prevented me from doing the right thing.
And to this day I regret it.
That's why I'm nice.
But everyone I know gives me other reasons to be nice. So it's not like the above is the only reason.
Instead, I thought about how that person betrayed me. Those thoughts prevented me from doing the right thing.
And to this day I regret it.
That's why I'm nice.
But everyone I know gives me other reasons to be nice. So it's not like the above is the only reason.
Sunday, April 3
418
I went crazy on this program. Really, really crazy.
I'm about 10 minutes away from finishing it.
Notice the time. 12:01AM. It was due at 11:59PM. Damnit.
I can turn it in today, the 4th, by 11:59PM for 80% of its value if I get everything right. Better than nothing I suppose. But I'm still pissed. I've been typing away for the last 3 hours straight, and 3 hours before that. Then you can add on whatever amount of time I spent on it yesterday.
Not to mention that I watched the Mavs lose. Ok, they didn't lose. They got their ass handed to them. The really pulled it together in the 3rd, but damnit, they just decided to stop playing. Pathetic.
Alright, so I'm going to go to bed in a super pissed off mood. Yea!
I'm about 10 minutes away from finishing it.
Notice the time. 12:01AM. It was due at 11:59PM. Damnit.
I can turn it in today, the 4th, by 11:59PM for 80% of its value if I get everything right. Better than nothing I suppose. But I'm still pissed. I've been typing away for the last 3 hours straight, and 3 hours before that. Then you can add on whatever amount of time I spent on it yesterday.
Not to mention that I watched the Mavs lose. Ok, they didn't lose. They got their ass handed to them. The really pulled it together in the 3rd, but damnit, they just decided to stop playing. Pathetic.
Alright, so I'm going to go to bed in a super pissed off mood. Yea!
417
I hate Daylight Savings. I really do.
Exactly what I was thinking...
"Oh, I still have 22 hours to do this program. Sweet. Wait, minus 9 hours for sleep. And minus 1 hour to wake up, shower, etc. Oh, they're airing the Mavs game, so that's minus about 2 1/2 hours. And my bro wanted to play basketball, so that's another 2 hours. So that leaves about 7 1/2 hours to do this thing. What?! 'Spring forward?' Man, that's another hour gone. Damnit, the whole world is against me."
So yea, this sucks.
But hey, at least I did a majority of the work earlier today. Honestly, I should only have to spend 3 more hours on it. And I really don't think that's going to happen. Damn.
Either way, it's an hour later than it should be, and I need to get some sleep.
Exactly what I was thinking...
"Oh, I still have 22 hours to do this program. Sweet. Wait, minus 9 hours for sleep. And minus 1 hour to wake up, shower, etc. Oh, they're airing the Mavs game, so that's minus about 2 1/2 hours. And my bro wanted to play basketball, so that's another 2 hours. So that leaves about 7 1/2 hours to do this thing. What?! 'Spring forward?' Man, that's another hour gone. Damnit, the whole world is against me."
So yea, this sucks.
But hey, at least I did a majority of the work earlier today. Honestly, I should only have to spend 3 more hours on it. And I really don't think that's going to happen. Damn.
Either way, it's an hour later than it should be, and I need to get some sleep.
Saturday, April 2
416
Maybe I should elaborate more on what I was talking about in the last post. If you're tired of reading about her, by all means, ignore the next couple of paragraphs.
We had our usual fun in lab. Laughed about some stuff like always. Had our walk like always.
I didn't go through with my plan. I know, that makes me a big wuss. And that's fine, I can take the name calling. (Brandon called me something a little more graphic.) So, after CS, I walked to my spot near my next class and called Brandon. I told him how it all went down. Just about 2 minutes into it, I see her walk by. So I pause, tell Brandon I'll call him back, and I call her to make sure I saw the right person and not a look-a-like.
Had another conversation with her. Went well. We could talk for hours. Once we start, it just flows naturally. Either way, at the end I understood that I need to pick up the phone and call people (specifically her) more often.
You see, I have a problem with calling people. I had a bad experience once, and since then I just can't get the courage to dial numbers. That was back in the Winter of 2000. So, for roughly 51 months I have had a fear of calling people. I don't want to call someone and hear "I'm busy, can I call you back?" That exact phrase. So if you wonder why I never call you, that's why.
At least with text messages if the other person is busy, I don't have to hear, "Can I text you later?"
And yes, I do mean fear. Top of the list. For comparison, the second thing on my list is heights. And I've been on the Tower of Terror.
So, I have this project to do, and I haven't started on it yet. Forgive me if I don't post for the next 30 hours or so. I'll try. No promises.
We had our usual fun in lab. Laughed about some stuff like always. Had our walk like always.
I didn't go through with my plan. I know, that makes me a big wuss. And that's fine, I can take the name calling. (Brandon called me something a little more graphic.) So, after CS, I walked to my spot near my next class and called Brandon. I told him how it all went down. Just about 2 minutes into it, I see her walk by. So I pause, tell Brandon I'll call him back, and I call her to make sure I saw the right person and not a look-a-like.
Had another conversation with her. Went well. We could talk for hours. Once we start, it just flows naturally. Either way, at the end I understood that I need to pick up the phone and call people (specifically her) more often.
You see, I have a problem with calling people. I had a bad experience once, and since then I just can't get the courage to dial numbers. That was back in the Winter of 2000. So, for roughly 51 months I have had a fear of calling people. I don't want to call someone and hear "I'm busy, can I call you back?" That exact phrase. So if you wonder why I never call you, that's why.
At least with text messages if the other person is busy, I don't have to hear, "Can I text you later?"
And yes, I do mean fear. Top of the list. For comparison, the second thing on my list is heights. And I've been on the Tower of Terror.
So, I have this project to do, and I haven't started on it yet. Forgive me if I don't post for the next 30 hours or so. I'll try. No promises.
Friday, April 1
415
I figured out why I'm so interested in her. And why I'm not sure about her.
I can't get a read on her.
You know how in poker there are 'tells' that give away what a player is doing. For instance, one might scratch his left ear when he's bluffing. Something like that. When you catch on, the game becomes much easier.
Well, I can't read her. And I would like to think that I'm good at this. Usually within minutes I can figure out when a chic is genuinely happy and the different signals that give away when she's just putting on a show.
Her 'I don't know' and such are confusing to me. With most chics, I know whether 'I don't know' is a yes or a no. But her's...all it tells me is that she does know.
I've met my match. Someone who breaks down my methods. Scary.
Either way, here comes a boring weekend filled with programming.
Oh, and thinking last night only deprived me of 30 minutes. I made up for it this afternoon with a 2 hour nap.
I can't get a read on her.
You know how in poker there are 'tells' that give away what a player is doing. For instance, one might scratch his left ear when he's bluffing. Something like that. When you catch on, the game becomes much easier.
Well, I can't read her. And I would like to think that I'm good at this. Usually within minutes I can figure out when a chic is genuinely happy and the different signals that give away when she's just putting on a show.
Her 'I don't know' and such are confusing to me. With most chics, I know whether 'I don't know' is a yes or a no. But her's...all it tells me is that she does know.
I've met my match. Someone who breaks down my methods. Scary.
Either way, here comes a boring weekend filled with programming.
Oh, and thinking last night only deprived me of 30 minutes. I made up for it this afternoon with a 2 hour nap.
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