Delusions of Grandeur

I sit in class sometimes, and I listen to the professor drone one about something law related, and I can't help but think to myself "Damn, I can't believe things worked out the way they did... I can't believe I'm at this school." Then I become overwhelmed by the magnitude of the opportunity I've been given, and the prestige of the school I'm at. Usually at this point I realize that the guy in front of me has been playing poker for the entire lecture, the girl sitting across from me only comes to class on Thursdays, and I can still smell the booze from bar review on the guy to my left. The illusion is quickly shattered, and this becomes just another law school. It's easy to forget that the institution is still comprised of humans... no matter how invincible the name seems to be.

2 Days, 6 Miles.

I actually dragged myself out of bed in the morning and went running... AGAIN. And I've already made plans to go tomorrow with one of the other transfer students (or as we call ourselves "trannies").

I wonder how long I'll keep this up... I'm usually pretty good about running for 2 weeks. Then everything goes to hell.

My Fatness is Disturbing

For a while I've been noticing a little extra air in the spare tire... I decided to go to the gym today. A classmate and I are going to run I guess. Blah. I weighed myself in the locker room here... I'm pushing 200 pounds... which is, well, frankly, totally disgusting. I used to run cross-country, I have a very slender frame, and I could probably stand to lose, oh, about 20 pounds (I'm about six feet tall).

Getting old sucks. I guess I can no longer eat whatever I want and rely on my youthful metabolism to keep me slim. Looks like I'm going to have to restrict my cheese intake.

Once more into the breach...

It begins again.

I'm at the library. I've got my pepsi. I have my hornbook. The Metallica is blasting through my headphones. And I am a quarter of the way through a 14 hour long outline bender.

The adrenaline has kicked in.

Let's do this.

Trip to the Girlfriend's

So, the Packers are no longer the worst team in football. Way to go guys.

In other news, I couldn't stand another weekend sans girlfriend, so I drove up to her house Friday night, and got home at about 11:00 Sunday. Of course this means I got absolutely nothing done over the weekend, which is simply par for the course.

I think this is my week though. Seriously. I hope the adrenaline kicks in soon and I can motivate. At the moment I feel kind of like I'm drowning, but this is a crisis of my own making, so I really can't complain.

Thanks Green Bay

You never fail to disappoint.

Visits from the Past

An old friend came to visit this last week. She's working on her master's degree in some kind of therapy and had to spend a week working with patients in the hospital here. I hadn't seen this person since I was 17 (which for those of you counting at home, is about 8 years). It was fun having her here, but I felt bad because we were both really busy and didn't have a lot of time to do stuff. She was working all day during the week, and doing homework at night. I made sure she had some good pizza, and at least saw the downtown area (if only for an hour or two). She only lives 5 hours away now, so hopefully we can see each other more than once a decade.

In other news, the Packers game shall begin shortly. Here's to another heartbreaking loss.

In-Fucking-tegrity

That's what I've got. So I turned down the job that paid an obscene amount of money, and I officially accepted an offer at the job that pays less. I think I'll be a lot happier there, and you know what? I'm proud of myself for doing the right thing.