Most everyone in College has at least one class everyday, except weekends, of course. I am not exception. On Tuesday I need to wake up quarter after 7 AM to get dressed and go to the Cafeteria for food to substain myself, of course. And then, after a decent meal, I will head to the Academic Center for a PreCalc Lab. Personally, I hate this Lab and wished it never existed. It requires us to use some kind of math based software to enter functions in and get solutions and graphs. It is just like using a calculator, but more cumbersome, and complex. After divesting some time in these math projects, I return to the dorm room, find my roomate still sleeping, and take sleep as the best idea anyone has ever had, and go back to sleep for a small period of time. Of course, though, the church bells right outside my window need to ring every 30 minutes, interupting my dreams about the USA converting to the metric form of measurement, one of the best dreams I have ever had. I become agitated at the bells, curse, and then proceed to continue my philosophical studies into the existence of Dog on my laptop. I also regularly check on the Volconzo Debate Forums, and am an active contributor on the Flat Earth Society's forum. While flexing my mental muscles is fun, it is also tiring, and famishing. I headed to the Dining Hall to catch up on some nutrition, and also to hopefully socialize. To my surprise, I saw Valerie and Kris eating lunch, and joined them. Joe eventually showed up, and after everyone else left, me and him communicated on the subject of something, I just whole-heartedly forget what we talked about. But before this, he talked to a girl named Sam about Jewish Rite, which is like to go to Israel for a certain amount of time to visit and become more religious, or something. I professed my love for Falafel, which is a good Jewish food.
To explain Sam is to try to explain something that is North of the North Pole, but a little harder. Although I have met her at least twice, and seen her from a length many-a-times, I do not quite understand her. I find her constant introdcutions of laughs at the end of everything she says annoying, and wonder if she thinks that she is funny, or is just hoping for people's eyes to be drawn away from her face which is slowly being eaten away but one of the worst cases of Acne I have ever seen. I mean in the sum of things, her acne does not mean anything ot me. If anyone has known me for at least 5 years, they know I had some of that bad shit on my face. I felt completely isolated by it, and nearly hated myself because of it. This is also around the time I started putting 0 and zero together, and thinking that nothing really matters, and by extension, nothing really exists. I can proclaim that I took major steps to make sure people forgot about my acne, though, and tried to direct them towards my personality, which is in itself, particularly odd. Reasonably, I do not have a reasonable personality, or so I think. I succeeded in some ways and probably failed in most. That is hardly the point, and am totally content with my current life, which of course means nothing. From this, I can conclude, many of our outlooks on life are solely paired to how other people view us. If you hate people, it is most likely you have experienced a time when many people over the course of an extended time (or even justone person), took advantage of you, or did something to you that caused the misanthropy button to be tripped in your brain. So I guess that all of our personalities are just the products of parts of our environments, past experiences, and strive for conformity.
In other news, after leaving lunch, I adventured back to my dorm, played some Winterbells, and became wholly raged at the excessivley loud music being played on my floor. It was some Top of the Billboard Rap/Hip-Hop, like Lil' Wayne or some shit like that. After rimmaging through my collection of music no one would like, I played Dystopia, Fall of Efrafa, I Hate Myself, and Tusk Lord. But, experimenting with my CD player/boombox, I noticed that it does not get particularly loud, but I do not care very much. I succeeded and drowning out the trash that was coming down from the hall, and finished my Chem homework as Fall of Efrafa rumbled my ear drums.
But heres where we come to the part of the post that alludes to the title. Even though I got a good 8 hours sleep, give or take a half an hour, I felt overwhelmingly tired the entire day. That is why I drank a good portion of coffee at lunch, and added yet more substantial evidence to my hypothesis that caffeine has no effect on the way my body works. Maybe, since I am not a bitch, I will take a Quad-shot of expresso, and see how it will affect me. I know, at least, that I will not throw up. Well, after completing the Chem homework, I decided I may be able to work better at the library, and got all the stuff I was going to need, and headed on over. I started out by reading a chapter of Richard Dawkin's book, The Blind Watchmaker: Why the Evidence of Evolution Reveals a Universe Without Design. This in fact took slightly longer than I expected, and when finished, took a piss, and came down here to start this blog after doing some research on the Origins of the Universe. Ifanybody comes across any cool theories about the Origins of the Universe, I would love to hear them, even though I believe I have look at at least the large majority of them. I am undertaking this research to contend with the obvisouly flawed explanations of the Universe my Philosophy proffesor divulges. With any amount of knowledge, I bet I could easily beat him in a formal debate. All I would need to do is take my suit to the laundromaut.
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