September 27th, 2005

you say it's your birthday

happy birthday, to my neice sadie and to google...

... i'll stuff my german chocolate cake leftovers down the garbage disposal (before i end up with sweater cake) and pretend it's for you!

finally got around to starting my statistics homework (due tomorrow) today. i won't say i understand it any more clearly, but it sure is coming to me more easily. and really, in a discipline where application is practically all there is to it, isn't that what matters most? yeah, i know, i know... heh. don't bother arguing.

calculus is still a struggle, but i will survive.

being a full-time student (ha! i typed stupid first) is a lot tougher than i imagined. i mean, i've always been a full-time stupid (i did it again?!) student, but i've never gone to school and not worked. when i was working too, i always had an excuse to cut my losses and call my work "good enough." now, there's no excuses not to be completing assignments, revising, checking my work, outlining, reviewing and just plain studying. i don't think i've ever just studied a day in my life before this semester. i'd read what i had to in order to do assignments. i never just sat down and thought about things so i could understand them better. this is really, really weird for me. however, i can tell it's paying off. i find myself not only able to, but excited about synthesizing ideas from all my geology classes and labs. i'm actually able to discuss things with my instructors instead of just rattling off definitions and summarizing broad concepts. i guess it helps a lot that i'm so interested in geology.

has anyone else noticed the resurgence in burlesque tours lately? i find it odd.

last night, my brother and i stopped at the flying j gas station at highway 37 and interstate 465. i don't know why, but all of the lights outside of the station were off. it was really unnerving. i don't know why they light up those places like the sun, but i'm glad that they do. it just isn't right pumping gas in the dark.

speaking of gas stations, is it even possible to pump gas without pre-paying these days? i was thinking about it last night because i had a lot of cash on me, but, when we pulled up, i read a notice that the flying j had recently gone to all pre-pay. when it comes to cash, i don't like to pre-pay because 1) i like to fill up my tank and b) i never can remember how many gallons my cars hold. i won't be surprised at all if paper money becomes obsolete in my lifetime.

tonight, i'm going to the melody inn to see danny the wildchild, whom i think i saw in chicago once. it weird, though, because i thought i really enjoyed his set and it turns out he's a drum and bass/jungle dj. so, tonight, once and for all, i will settle the great debate over whether or not i like drum and bass. no drugs, no booze, just me and the beats. big ups to my man johnny utah spinning tonight as well.


this month, i set out to write in this journal everyday. it's not so much about keeping track of my day-to-day activities (though that ended up being a lot of what i chronicled). it's more about tracking how i'm feeling and what i'm thinking about certain situations or just life in general. i read some stuff i wrote in wichita that got me onto this idea. i find it empowering to realize the changes i've made and also motivating to see those i have not.

but, really, i'm envious of other people's abilities to recollect all the minutiae of a significant event in their lives. since i can't expect to improve my memory by such drastic leaps and bounds, i can at least have a log to look back on. (god damn prepositions!)

anyway, i did pretty good this first month. missed a couple days due to lack of access and wrote a few pointless entries. so, i'm keeping the same goal for october, but i'm planning on doing much better.