Complaining

Ad Mundo Exteriore,

We left for dinner at 7 and got back at 12. My expos assignment is still incomplete. I've been whining all evening about this, but I still feel disgruntled enough to whine some more. >_<

I also know that I could have and probably should have done it earlier. But whatever. Do I care? Not really.

Actually, you know what? I'm really tired. I ate a three-course meal with portions far too large for my appetite, which makes me even sleepier. I'm going to go to sleep and do the assignment tomorrow morning. And worst comes to worst, the expos professor said that we can hand it in by two o' clock, instead of noon, so if I don't finish, I'll just complete it during lunch.

And then, there's the chemistry problem set...oi, Tryo-chan, I have a sinking feeling that I won't be able to go anywhere after practice this Saturday. ;_; The trip to Sasuga may just have to be postponed another week.

...Tari

Post-script: The dinner actually wasn't so bad--I got to taste "Mediterranean cuisine" and white chocolate mousse. But it dragged on for a terribly long time.

Psychological bizarrities

Ad Mundo Exteriore,

Assignments finished and handed in on time! I managed to finish the expos assignment in the hour and a half before chemistry class, and I did the last problem of the math problem set in the first ten minutes of math class (instead of listening to the TF bungle his way trying to explain a proof). I suppose that it would have been in my better interests to hold on to the problem set, check over the answers, and go ask the CA if I could hand it in at some other time on Monday. I also realized that I solved about three of the problems in an unnecessarily long and complicated way. Still...this way, it's off my chest, and I can just concentrate on expos and chemistry all weekend.

I'm famished. Not eating breakfast will do that to me. So I'm currently chomping down on a cheeseburger from the Greenhouse grill. Under better circumstances, I wouldn't even give it a second glance, but it tastes positively heavenly at the moment. I also need to make my bed and brush my teeth (which feel disgusting at the moment because I didn't have time to brush them before rushing off to chemistry this morning). Did I ever mention how much I hate having a sloppy lifestyle? I want everything to be bound in ritual, complete with clean room, three regular meals, nine hours of sleep, daily showers (and teeth-brushing), preset study times, proper ventilation and room temperature...I should have been born a robot. This whole "each day has a different schedule" aspect of college is driving me nuts.

Oh yes, another one of my Qing-jao-esque neuroses: I'm beginning to be unable to anything without leaving at a time that's in multiples of five. For example, if I wake up at 7:58, I won't get up until it's 8:00. If I'm ready to leave for chemistry at 8:51, I will wait four minutes so I can exit my room at 8:55. If I get back to my room from class at 1:42, I do nothing until 1:45. When I plan out my day, I always account for traveling time in terms of five- or ten-minute blocks (although in reality, it usually takes around seven or eight minutes instead). I don't understand this compulsion myself. Is it a belated outgrowth of my love for the five times table in third grade? Is it because I've somehow absorbed the mentality of the Roman numerical system from the Rome of Augustus class last semester? Is it just the first signs of a long, slow descent into obsessive-compulsive disorder?

I need a nap.

...Tari