My Wrist

I finally decided I was sick of a list that was four years old, and that I needed to write something a little more updated here. And I’m doing this at 12:45 am in the morning when I need to be at work at 9 . . . I really should be in bed, but it was the one day I got to sleep in a week, and I ended yesterday (minus 3 hours for class and other things) and got up at 3:30 pm in time to go to work. Have I mentioned I dislike sleep? More to the point, really, is that I like sleep too much and sleep is a waste of time. Time goes by much to fast when you’re not awake to watch the clock tick on and on and on . . . which brings you to a new day. Supposedly a new start, as people seem to like saying, but all problems, ideas, plans and such are carried out from the previous day. Too bad you really can’t start over at each bright, ‘new’ day. up staying in bed until 11.
It’s now 5:25am in the morning of a completely different week. Have to be at class at 8. *sigh* Slept all night and all day.
I am so a cat. Or a bee. Both work, really. Actually, a bee might actually be a better fit for at least part of my personality. Okay . . . where to start? . . . I guess I'm better off being left alone, for the most part. I get along fine with everybody . . . until they start messing with me. Quite honestly, I think my stuff should just be left alone. Others (minus a few not-so-random individual non-humans) do not have the right be to suddenly rearranging my stuff, and then think ME a horrible person for moving it back. Right? Now, I don't get easily offended, but if my spider-senses start tingling in respect to 1) Others thinking me uncapable, 2) Others thinking me slow (for crying out loud, just because I don't talk to people and don't lead up to WHY I may ask a particular question that may seem stupid, but in fact follows a very valid reason for the question-asking doesn't mean I don't understand more about people than a majority of the world. (BEING QUIET gives me the oportunity to be all watchful . . . probably more about that at a later time))* 3) I hear people talking about me to other people about the 2 previously mentioned things and finally (wait, now finally. There's probably more, but I'm probably not going to get to any more because, quite honestly, this is coming off the top of my head (no, really?) and I don't keep a list of things that bother me about people. I swear. They do enough to remind me everyday that humans bother me)**
Writing the rant above, it has occured to me that parentheses need to be bolded and colored to show where its pair is -- like it is in the math program Maple -- because, quite honestly, it's quite annoying to have to figure out where exactly I started the little side note, and even then, I can't really be sure I didn't side track even further off the path before running into a tree? Well, at least I didn't use any in this one (right?).
I also realized while looking for sets of parentheses in the rant two above this that I don't really feel like checking for spelling or grammar mistakes. Sometimes, my fingers (fact: I just type figures) have a mind of their own and attempt to hijack by body. To my embarrassment . . . they succeed a few more times than it probably should . . .
*In my writing the last two rants, I realized I could mention that at this point, I have only gotten to the "*" in the rant three (3!) above this. And yes, I could also mention that . . . me? nonlinear? No, where did you get that?! Get outta here! So . . . what was I going to say, now?
**And . . . so I finally get to the end (did you follow me?) and I realize there is absolutely no way I'm going through that paragraph. Really, it's not a paragraph, it's . . . a mud pile. A mud pile with a few piles of poop on top. And you got through it . . . how?
NOW, I will sit here knowing I should go to bed (okay, so 10:30. Maybe still too early, but . . . aside from the fact that sleep really is my arch nemesis, I'm in love with it) wondering if I should continue on a rant along the same fork-in-the-road as . . . um . . . the 5th rant up, or if I should move to something more of a . . . spoon? Because it's definitely not a knife.
Actually, now that I've decided, I've also decided it really is a knife, not a spoon. One of those dull, funny-looking butter knifes that look like very small and strange boat-paddles, but . . . yeah. A knife. And it's painfully obviously. Actually, I'm not complaining about the pain. I actually like sore muscles. Well . . . yeah, I do like it. Love would be an overstatement, though. But, really? Sore muscles feel good. It feels good to stretch them out, it feels good to know you just killed yourself with an exercise video you didn't think you were going to make it through . . . and it feels good to know that you actually DID the video, as opposed to doing something else. Like sitting in front of the computer writing pointless rants that you doubt anyone is going to read. (This really is 8 hours later).
I should go do homework if I'm not going to bed. What I need to get done without the next month (okay, some of them BEFORE that):
1. Lots of book notes. Notes from books, whatever. Mainly in Biochem, because that strategy wouldn't work in my math classes where it takes doing a lot of problems over and over and over again so you can do all the problems in your sleep. No. It works for my other chem class, though. Would probably work with a language class, had I had one this semester. *sigh* I miss french class.
2. Lots of problems, over and over and over again. Math. Yup. I really do like math, I swear.
3. Chem paper. Just a research paper. But there a few books over there that I have to gather more information out of. And this time, it can't be word-for-word because it's going in a paper, and not something that only I am going to look over again and again and again . . . Still, it's pesticides. Interesting stuff, that.
4. I have to rememeber to go on the school website and do the online assignments. That should actually be #1 of things to do for the day.
5. Exercise! I'm not going to get into shape without it, am I?
6. Organize my room so packing everything up in the appropriate places in less than a month will be easy. *sigh* I hate moving.
7. Find all the spices I need for garam masala (Okay, I might have spelled that wrong . . .) because Indian food is just awesome.
8. I gotta . . . do something else besides what I'm doing at this moment.