Monday, April 04, 2005
Last night around seven I drank a Full Throttle, which kept me awake until two this morning. It tastes similar to Mountain Dew, except Full Throttle contains more caffeination than carbonation.
Beginning last Friday night, I have worked out every day on the elliptical thingy at the student recreation center. I feel better now that I am doing something about my weight, rather than moaning about it. This past evening, I believe I finally discovered the perfect workout album: From The Muddy Banks of the Wishkah. If Kurt Cobain had a grave, he would probably be rolling in it, but that's just tough noogies for him.
I finished As I Lay Dying last night in preparation for the final lecture today. The next paper, due the fifteenth, is to be a comparative between two of the past four readings, for which I intend to use As I Lay Dying and the Kafka selections (In The Penal Colony, A Country Doctor, The Metamorphosis, and a couple of others). As the professor spoke during this afternoon's lecture, I contemplated some thesis along the lines of both authors addressing repressions of creativity, the self, and sensuality. All reading assignments have concerned individuation to a greater or lesser degree; I find my English section interesting enough. This paper has high potential, provided I complete it this weekend rather than procrastinating until the night before.
Tomorrow I have a Latin exam, for which I must study all evening. Wednesday I am tasked to complete an exam in German and an exam in Latin and Greek terminology, which means I ought to perhaps consider looking at those notes as well. The adrenaline is good for me.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 12:40 PM]