Soap

My friends, it’s been a long past two weeks. I thought about sitting down and trying to recount all that I have done, but as soon as that thought came into my mind I realized that I just flat out don’t want to think about it. Tomorrow I have my astronomy exam and a party. One of these days in the near future I’ll have to sit down and write out a general reflection of the semester… so consider that your teaser for this post. I guess for the most part I’m just flat out exhausted. I hate the fact that the human body, mine in particular at the moment, can be so totally devoid of all energy and possess no motivation whatsoever to be awake, and still lack the ability to go to sleep. I am Jack’s insomnia. After putting in a long study session after diner tonight I sat down to unwind and watched Good Will Hunting. At the part where Robin Williams is talking to the professor trying to explain why Will (Matt Damon) still hangs out with his “lowlife” friends. He says “You don’t understand. He hangs out with ‘em because any single one of them would gladly take a baseball bat to your head if he asked them to” a lot of the people watching it started commenting on their friends. “My friends wouldn’t do that, they would tell me I was crazy.” “Yeah, mine might take a bat to my head if I said that.” “I don’t think a real friend would do that.” It just got me thinking, and though I only commented on it in passing I know for certain, that I have friends like that. It’s not so much a matter of friends being willing to physically assault someone on my behalf, but it’s a commentary on their willingness to do whatever I need them to do. It is friends like that that I am looking forward to going home to, and it is friends like that that I can trust when everything seems against me. You know who you are, and I thank you. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.

Finals week!

Well, it's that time again. The time that every student world 'round dreads with the same passion that a clostropic person has for the concept of being stuck in the same elevator with the entire front line of the Dallas Cowboys; Finals. Thankfully I had enough forsight to get started on everything LAST weekend. I say thankfully because it would have not been physically impossible for me to get all this work done this weekend. As it is, I've developed a more than minor case of insomnia in my attempts to get all my essays written, videos edited, and still make time to study for exams. It's been a long week, and next week will only echo it. When it's all over though, I'll be on an American Airlines 777 headed for the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. Amen.