Well, life has just been getting more and more stressful as the days go by. First my advisor didn't want me to drop any of my classes, giving me four instead of three (two of which are MATH out the waaaazzzoooo). Since I am eternally trying to weasel my way into the next expedition to Antarctica, I asked early on if I could "sit in" on the Antarctic Dry Valleys class that he teaches. My thinking was that I could make myself a presence that he associates with Antarctica, make some insightful commentary on the goings-on, prove to him that I can carry heavy things and stand the severe cold, etc. Welllll now it seems like I've been upgraded to a full, participating member of the class, complete with presentations and a term paper. Great. So now I'm in five classes.
Then add in La Vida Secreta, which meets four times a week at EIGHT in the morning.... and you can soon see that I'm in waaay over my head. I haven't had this many classes since high school. Yeah, high school, remember that, when my first class started at 7:20 and I usually had one 50 minute period off for lunch and that was it til' 2:44???? Well, at least I got off at 2:44, that seems so early now... but if you think about it, I usually had practice at 3:15 and that went until just as late as I stay now. Only I was in good shape and got to run around and feel the fresh plains air in my lungs instead of the FREEZING, BURNING feeling that comes into my lungs when I ride my bike home at 7:30-9 at night through the Providence winter, making my nose run and my crown ring!

So in order to keep myself from going completely INSANE, I put up a post-it note whereupon I wrote a list of the classes I am expected to attend, just so I can keep track of them all. This way I can go through each of them and think about if I have homework in any of them. I know I can handle this now... but what I don't know is if towards the end of the semester things will, as they always do, spiral so far out of control that I will spontaneously combust. I won't even be around to calculate whether or not the function that described my spiraling predicted for combustion or whether it was a hyperbolic function that predicted WAVES. That's how out of control I will be.

My other idea for keeping my mind together is to write a little bit throughout the day. I've been working on this poem I thought of when I was walking home the other day through the FREEZING cold. It's about someone in the process of going blind. That would be a pretty terrifying experience, you would feel like you had just begun to slide down a steep slope into a deep abyss, and you'd like to use your arms to arrest yourself, but the muscles you need to use are ones that your conscious brain has never known how to control. You can't will your eyes to the back of their sockets in an effort to reconnect your optic nerve. Anyway, I decided that I was going to reorganize this poem and write it in iambic pentameter today during class, but man, that is so hard. My high school teachers used to tell me that Shakespeare carefully considered every single word he used in his poetry, but I never believed them because hello, who thinks about every single word? But truth be told, if you've ever tried to write in iambic pentameter, you have to think about every freakin' word, otherwise they don't fit. And I also like writing in heroic couplets, which adds an extra level of difficulty. There was this guy, I think he was Alexander Pope, and back in the day he wrote in entirely heroic couplets. That's why I personally enjoy reading his poems more than the plays of Shakespeare. Of course, Shakespeare's stuff probably has more enduring meaning and truth, but I love the way Pope's stuff rolls off your tongue, it's like singing. By the end of the class (which is like 2.5 hours long) I had a stanza and a half, and it was in iambic quadrameter, if that's even a word. I guess I'll just have to work on that in my spare time. "Spare time" hahahaHAhaaHAHaha "spare time", I crack myself up.

that's how i feel a lot lately
man, i just can't wait until college! whee
» middaymoon on 2007-02-05 09:34:38

and yeah,
Sir Robin was definitely entertaining. you need to actually hear the track
» middaymoon on 2007-02-05 10:38:42

Dear loserface,
I had a long comment.

But then I accidentially closed the browser.

I suck at life.

Oh, and what is your secret life?(vida secreta)
» Dilated on 2007-02-06 12:16:15

weird... I feel like I can relate to everything you're talking about
I was just about to blog about my own busy schedule. And I happen to be writing a song for fun. it is hard as heck.. since I have the melody all set.. and I don't want to break up the tune.

I'm not so sure about my song, but I'll bet your poem will ROck.


» raisedOnSunday on 2007-02-06 10:13:42

You said wazzoo. Loser
» Dilated on 2007-02-06 08:48:16

The comments make me feel special
Just like yo momma :)
» Dilated on 2007-02-06 09:27:14

you got at 2;44???
we dont get out until 435. luckyyyy.

yeah, the creepy guy in my theater class... well, maybe if all five or six of us can gang up on him, we can win our case.

and some money.

hehe.
» bananaface on 2007-02-08 09:00:34

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