Endorphine Drip

Well I'm back to working out.
-- I'm going to the gym
-- I'm biking to work

Maybe I should be walking around the block too.
I feel like it's hibernation season and I need to stay vigilant. I felt so good working out this summer, but the cool weather is here and I hate being sweaty with a cool breeze blowin'. It sucks. Almost as bad as cold showers, but not quite.

I am going to limit myself on coffee too. One cup a day is all I should be getting. Not the 3-4 mega cups I was treating myself to. More water is key to my success as well. More water, let caffeine.

Alcohol. Now that could be tough. The more social things I go to, the more I end up drinking. It sucks. If I tell people I'm not going to drink I get puppy dog eyes. I mean, "Come ON people. You're not helping here."

Bullshit

It's such a crock of shit. I left my receipt for my glasses at my mom's place. I had to go all the way back there to get it. When I found it, the date was the 14th. There goes my 30 day guarantee since tomorrow is the 15th. It's such an incredible crock of shit. I hate fucking errands.

New Glasses

I bought some new glasses. I went in there thinking "oh, I'm covered for glasses with my plan," but apparently not. I got hosed. $300 bucks later I walk out. This morning I talked to a few people at work. I should really contact the health insurance company to file a claim. The people at the shop were probably just stupid and didn't ask the right questions when they called up my health care provider.

Done and Summer

Well I graduated. I finished. I completed the required slog through mid-May. It was brutal. I think I am only just now getting the full benefits of summer. Work is shitty though. It's stressful. A lot of "what now?" and "where are we going?" questions.

To change things up I wanted to take some Spanish this semester as an extracurricular, but now I'm considering maintaining my present direction of doing nothing. I guess it would be nice to meet some new people, but I don't really want to drive two - three times a week when I'm getting away with biking / running to work every day.

Good News

I didn't really have a weekend. Saturday I logged in at 735am and logged out at 7pm. Today I only spent 10am - 9pm in my office. The good news is that I'm 85% done with my revisions and GIS project. I've set the deadline for both projects to be Tuesday. Let's see if I can crank this shit out and be done with it.

Next step LEED exam prep.

Revisions

I got passed by the committee of three for my paper. But now I have to go through revisions. It seems there are more revisions in this draft than in any of the other drafts.

It's that time again

It's past 8pm and I'm warding off sleep with tea. I'm conjuring up ideas with the help of caffeine. It gives me a focus much like the spice from Arakis gives clarity to mentats (a little nod to you 'Dune' fans out there).

I feel that the comments I've got attached to this paper are weighing me down. They are tiny little pieces of lead. Individually they are nothing, but collectively...

Man, it would be awesome to be done with this crap.

Second day

Wow. It's already Sunday. I get into writing/editing and then the time flies by. It should be easier, but I feel like there's not enough of a deadline for me. I'd like to get this taken care of and submitted. I imagine it being so well written, no mistakes, everything the way the professors want, but still not being accepted by the committee.

It's so stressful. Balancing work stress is easier. It just never ends with school stress. There's always something more I could do. I wish the report would just write itself, but by now I know it won't.

Things I imagine myself doing this summer instead of working on school:
-Getting a road bike so I can do some road races,
-Swimming after work; maybe swimming more in the lake,
-Finishing off the compost in the backyard of my Arlington house,
-Composting more at the botanical gardens,
-Looking for another job in case my current one doesn't pan out,
-Attending movie nights with friends,
-Playing more guitar; maybe start learning piano,
-Enjoying my weekends,
-Not worrying so much.

Less than a month to go

Can't believe it. I've got less than a month to go. I wish it were already here. I'm going through the unpleasant task of updating my professional report according to the comments I received from my committee. It's Easter weekend and I'd rather be working on planting vegetables in my garden. It sucks. Big time. But if you've read the other posts on this blog, then you would know that.

Layin' On the Bed

My roommate, the obsessive compulsive stoner, loves American Idol. The house carries sound like a motherf*cker so I get to listen to him review his TiVo-ed copy.

Awesome.

It's hard to concentrate through all the noise. I don't want to call him a fag and offend all fags. That would just be wrong. But he is kind of "off" for liking that show. I didn't know people actually watched American Idol. I thought that FOX made up the ratings. I guess I was wrong.

The latest and greatest is that he has a friend living in the sitting room. The TV is on 24/7 and there is always a wiff of dope in the air. Yes, I live in a dope den. And for someone who is obsessed about the cleanliness of his kitchen, my roommate does'nt seem to much care that there is a gaping hole in the sitting room wall. Good stuff.

I spent this last weekend in Grapevine, avoiding my roommate situation and the 1st draft of my Masters Professional Report. I've moved past this weekend and now I'm avoiding writing the draft in the evening. Just don't want to do it. I'd rather just hang out, go for a walk. It makes me all nervous to think about the end of this semester. I wish it were already here, but I know it's not that easy. I've got to do the work and be done with it. But still... it's a crap way to spend your evenings.

Every Day Feels Like Monday

I'm stressin'. Yeah, nothing new here. I've got two months left before I hope to graduate. My first draft is due in a week and my GIS class final-final project needs to be reviewed. Work is piling up and I'm on the Planning Director's hit list. Good stuff all around.

And so it goes

It's the evening again and I'm digging for motivation to work on my school work and volunteer work. Where is my vacation? Everyone else seems to be getting them. What about me? Am I a burn out case waiting to happen?

Possibly. Maybe I'm already there.

Overwhelming

I've got myself involved in a lot of activities, committees, commitments. Made a lot of promises. I'm wondering how it's all going to pan out in the next couple of months. I'm looking forward to this weekend though. Also looking forward to an upcoming trip.

I have figured out that biking to work affects my work day in a very positive way. I don't need coffee or tea to wake me up in the morning, and I'm more productive. Going to the gym should be easier as the days become longer. My route to-from work could be safer, but it is what it is: a collector road with a bunch of hick drivers that get frustrated with me on a regular basis.

So Tired

It has been a week now since the new semester started. I'm already tired of school.

I've got to finish a GIS project and turn in a professional report, but I don't have much direction on either one. I just want to go to work full-time and have the evenings to myself. Unfortunately, this is not how it's going to be for the next couple of months. I cannot wait until I'm done. I only wish I had the energy and motivation needed to finish both projects early and just coast.

The Drama Continues!

What has it been? A month? A little bit more than a month actually. My new roommate is driving me nuts with his cleanliness routine. Today he told me he put my pantry onions in the fridge because "food shouldn't be on the floor. And I found your potatoes. They were gross. Growing and shit."

"Yeah, I was growing them out for the garden."
"Well that's gross. You should grow it in your room if you want to do that."
"It's like a hospital in here."
"I told you I like a clean kitchen. You're kind of a slob. I'm always cleaning up after you. You leave crumbs everywhere."

Go fuck your self, douche bag. If I wanted to live with my Mom, I would have stayed at her house. I swear this guy is a little bitch about the kitchen. It has to be spotless and it's driving me up the wall. I got better things to do than go over the floor with a toothbrush, cleaning up every last speck.

I get enough of this shit at work from my two mom's. Why do I have to be hounded everywhere I fucking go. Why do I keep running into a bunch of "clean-up-everything" freaks. Who the fuck cares? I had a string of cool roommates in Chicago, Paris, Gdansk, and now all of a sudden I get trodden on everywhere I go by people I can't really tell to go "fuck off."

God, I can't wait until I've got my own place and things are clean to the "it won't kill you stage." My roommate takes things up a notch to, "Let's clean so we can do open heart surgery in the kitchen" insanity level.