Studying at its Finest

You know those naps you take that you think you're not really sleeping until you wake up and realize you were in a deep sleep? I managed to have one of those while studying. I started out sleeping just on my arms, then I ended up turned around, head on the pillows, under the covers somehow in the midst of my not-sleeping.

I woke up because my friend was calling. Thank god she did. I might have slept another hour or two. I was having weird dreams of trying to get a text book while my friends, all dressed in grey suits, were waiting in the library for a professor or something, but the librarian was slowly liberating a guy from the bowels of another professor by gathering his tie, books, etc as the other students cheered him on every time he picked up an item. Yeah, it was a weird dream.

Now I will finish my homework from today so I can do my homework from yesterday...

I Do Not Bite My Thumb at You, Sir

I go to spinning classes fairly often. I feel I'm often up to the challenge. I went again tonight. I thought it would be good because I had been so productive today.

Earlier in the day, I cut my thumb on the yogurt foil. (This is important! Pay attention!) It bled a little, but a Kleenex did the job.

Later at spinning class, I started out at my normal pace. I felt I was "challenging myself" while "listening to my body." But then I lost speed. I had trouble keeping up. I kept drinking water, but all that seemed to happen was my thumb. Throbbing. It kept saying "fuck you" on every heart beat. ("fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.") It wouldn't stop. It was the monster that sucked away all my energy.

When there were about 20 minutes left of my hour-long class, I got off the bike. I had pushed through before, but today I was left with the need to vomit and the light-headedness. I walked out the class, trying to be discrete. What should the instructor do, but say "Thank you" to me through the microphone. I always thought it was because she was trying to be nice, but do you know why she does it?

To call me out! Yes, I'm the loser who has to leave class early. My thumb has taken over my entire body, and I must leave so it can plan world domination. Thank you for pointing out to then entire class what a loser I am.

So, I drove home. But, I don't really remember doing this. I think my thumb remembered the way or something. I almost hit a car, a biker, a bird, and a pedestrian. Don't drink and drive? How about don't spin and drive? Or, don't cut your thumb on a yogurt foil, then go to spinning class, and then leave because you're so light-headed that you can't bike anymore... and drive.

My Bar Study Theme Song

Chris Isaak's "I Wonder"

When I was younger I believed, that dreams came true.
Now I wonder.
Cause' I've seen much more dark skies, than blue.
Now I wonder.

I keep on praying for a blue sky, I keep on searching through the rain.
I keep on thinking of the good times, will they ever come again?
Now I wonder.
Now I wonder.

I keep on praying for a blue sky, I keep on searching through the rain.
I keep on thinking of the good times, will they ever come again?
Now I wonder.
Now I wonder.

When I was younger I believed, that I could win.
Now I wonder.
There was a time when you and I, walked hand & hand.
Now I wonder.

I keep on searching for the old me, I keep on thinking I can change.
I keep on hoping for a new day, will I ever feel the same?
Now I wonder.
Oh I wonder.
Now I wonder.

@*#%!

How is it that I didn't stress over moving until I involved my parents? I figured it would be as simple as finding movers, loading up the truck, driving across country, finding a place, letting the movers know, and unloading my stuff.

Now my parents are saying, why don't you go first and then get your stuff? This is prohibitive for a few reasons:

1. Rent at my apartment is $850. Movers $2000. Paying an extra month's rent is almost as much as half the moving cost. Why would I pay September rent and pay for a mover? Getting my shit out of the apartment is best achieved as soon as possible. I get back from Europe on the 23. That gives me 8 days to pack and clean the apartment.

2. Flying to DC is expensive. It would cost over $300 to go after I got back from Europe. I can try to go over the 4th of July, but the cost would be just as much, and I would need to continue studying for the bar while on this little excursion. In addition, how many places available Sept. 1 can I find at the beginning of July?

3. Paying full service movers to get my stuff from some sort of storage here in Portland will most likely cost much more than just loading up the truck and sending it on its way. Plus, I'll have to pay for storage.

Why is it so hard for my parents to just realize that what is best for me is to move all my shit to DC as soon as possible. If the movers pick up my shit on August 31, it is highly unlikely that it will get there before September 14. It will take me about 3 or 4 days to drive to DC. Trailer trucks take much longer. The company will keep it at the terminal for 2 days free of charge. If I get to DC by September 6, then I will have 10 days to look for an apartment before I start incurring fees. If I really need, I can get a storage room for about $200 for a month. That gives me until October 16.

Why can't this be considered a good plan? Why is leaving my stuff and looking for a place a better plan?

Procrastination

How many times can a girl watch Band of Brothers and cry? Well, in my case, it's at least 4.

I have been watching an episode a day, but today, I watched two. It's virtually impossible for me to watch the second to last episode without watching the last one. It's just so close, that I can't let go of it.

So, now I'm going to study a little. Then I'm going to watch the end of Schindler's List. Yes, yes. It's more depressing WWII movies. Give me a break.

Free Beer!

Yesterday, the cable gods were punishing me for trying to procrastinate when the onDemand wasn't working. Today the beer gods were praising me for doing so much work!

I ordered take-out because I've run out of food in my apartment. I decided I wanted to pick up some beer next door to my favorite take-out restaurant. I walked up to the bar, asked for my favorite beer to go. They didn't have a six-pack, but the bartender asked me if I'd like the new 'Supris', but I'd never had it before. He said he'd let me try some. I expected the small sample glass, but he pulled out the six-pack, handed it to me and told me "Happy Birthday!" Then he whispered that they give six-packs out for birthdays.

I smiled and thanked him graciously. Then I figured the beer gods were telling me I did a good job today and I was done with the studying for the day.

Comcastic? I Think Not

Comcast has foiled my attempts to procrastinate. I'm trying to watch Sex and the City on demand, but that portion of the cable service is down and should be up in 2-3 hours. ARGH! What do they expect me to do? Study?!

I Want a Manly Man

While watching "The Birds" last night, I once again had the thought that I don't want no sissy man. The main character in the movie had chest hair, could pick up his love interest in one fell swoop, and knew how to take charge of a situation. I'm sure he'd know what was wrong with my car when it started to make funny noises.

Call it anti-feminist if you will, but I don't think there's anything wrong in wanting a guy to know how to change a tire or be able to carry me out a burning building. There are just some things in life that need taking care of. (I mean, who wants to change the tire on the interstate where the tire is on the same side as traffic, and if I pass out from smoke inhalation, I don't mind having to be rescued. There are just some things a girl can't or shouldn't do for herself. And this always involves something that will prematurely end her life. What's wrong with asking the guy to risk his for you? I think that's pretty feminist if you ask me.)

And The Birds was frickin' scary. Yes, I did laugh at some parts, but I was ooked out having to walk to my bedroom in the dark. The parts where peoples eyes were pecked out were just a little to graphic for me. (And can anyone tell me why the hell these people didn't leave much sooner than they did?)

I ♥ Entourage (and hate my keyboard)

I saw the first episode of season 3, and you can tell it's going to be a great season... There was a discontinuity in the story in terms of how Johnny and Vince were half-brothers, but I guess I'll just overlook it. Now I have to wait for a week to pass by to see the new one. This is the sucky part.

Oh and what else is sucky is my frickin' left shift button. It's on the fritz and only works about half the time. This definitely slows down my typing. I WILL have to get this fixed.

I Would Have Become a Blonde for Hitchcock...

...And maybe my daddy, but he'd never asked me to.

The more Hitchcock films I watch, the more blondes I see. He seems to have an affinity for them. I never thought I would have ever become a one, but his lead roles always seem to be a towhead.

I'm watching The Birds right now. I can't wait until the birds start attacking. I can't imagine it's very frightening. I plan on taking a trip down to San Fran before I leave the Pacific Northwest. Maybe I'll make a detour to Bodega and see if I can find some good photo ops... and maybe a blonde wig to go with it.

WTF?!

Why the hell can't I study?

Why do I procrastinate so much?

Why do I keep eating these damn gummie bears?

Why Don't We Recognize?

Today is the anniversary of D-Day. I strangely managed to celebrate it without knowing. I watched the first episode of Band of Brothers which is all about D-Day.

I wish that I could remember it when I wake up, not at the end of the day...

It's Just a Book

But it moves me so.