Anarchist until 10 PM.

I have an ambitious New Plan that today was more or less the first day of. I’ve always been so hesitant to overhaul. I try mini-steps. But then I retract and end up reverting. I lost focus.

I want to get up early every day. As in, before 9 AM. Every day. I had class this morning, so that’s wasn’t an issue. Ah. But sleep. That’s been my problem. So, I’ll do the same thing I do in the morning, except in reverse. I got home from the diner maybe ten minutes ago. I immediately stripped, #2ed, brushed my teeth, and here I am ready for bed. I just can’t feel ready for bed if I’m in my street clothes. In my bathrobe with fresh breath, I could jump into bed right now. I want to write out today and then GOTO bed relatively soon. That alarm’s going off whether I sleep or not.

I had two exams today. I always have a strange sense of calmness on test day. I did the rest of the online quizzes for econ. My hunch that the short-answer questions wouldn’t be anything obscure was right. I felt like the only person who didn’t have their book or notes sprawled everywhere. My desk was clear except for my pen and my beautiful hands.

I ate four times today. Waffles for breakfast. pb&j for lunch. split pea soap with ham for supper. Diner burger for dinner? Or did I get my supper and dinner mixed up. I can’t never remember how other people use it. Consistent nominal sized meals. I still feel rather energetic.

It was too late to make up all the homework I had missed. However, I had a plan. I’d make a notecard with all relevant information that I understood. So I did. Just like AP Physics. I swear, that class taught me how to survive, more than anything else. It was a matter of luck as for how I’d decipher the problems.

Right after breezing through the Econ exam (and being quite articulate, at that), I had my calc III exam. The first question was worth a hefty part of the exam. I got the first part, but quickly realized I didn’t know how to do the second part. There’s two equations and it wants a formula for a plane. I knew I couldn’t dwell on it. I knew I could do the rest of the exam, or at least attempt it. So I did the rest of the exam and came back to that same problem. Time ended and I wasn’t the only person scratching his head. Always a comfort. When we handed in our exam, he had a folded sheet with the answers.

As I suspected, I knew the problem was that I didn’t know how to get it into the form of a vector. Blargo! I mean, wtf. I would totally not have guessed to do what he did. Sometimes those equations just don’t mean jack shit to me. “Okay, and when is this useful?” The rest of the ensuing problem I sort of nodded along to. Find a vector perpendicular to the plane. Yeah, do a cross product. I wanted to scan my notecard of formulas for shits and giggles, and even the exam – but that is too much time to expend for tonight.

On my way out, I passed by the cafeteria to see if Liz was around. She was. She babbled again. It was cute and comforting. We walked outside and she smoked while we talked. Some random people that knew who she was bumped into us. While they were off in their own little world, she pointed out how they’re great people to have non-existent conversations with. Just the way she phrased it was hilarious, with them RIGHT THERE. Didn’t hear a word!

She said she was surprised at how articulate I was in my email to her. She said I come off far different in text. She pointed out my awesomeness to Cliff and he simply said something like, “Yeah, I know.” He does. Heh.

Cliff eventually finished with his German class, and we amused ourselves for a while before eventually heading to a diner. We were there a bit earlier than we were the last time. We were surrounded by minors? It was loud, like a club. Peaked around 10:30. By 11 PM, it was nice and quiet. Ha ha. Curfews.

Okay, so Liz told me a story about some people she knew when she frequented the Stardust Diner a lot. There were a group of “anarchists”. Punk and stuff? They’d talk about stuff and seem so into it. Until 10 PM. Ha ha. CURFEW!

“Yeah man, we’ve got to fight against the man!”

“HEY, KEEP IT DOWN BACK THERE!”

“..Yes, sir.”

*smirks*

And that was my day?

OH. Dude, we were leaving the CCM parking lot, when Liz made it clear she wanted to drag me. I laughed. I drive a 17 year old van!

…And dude. I beat her to the exit. I couldn’t believe it.

I think I have an email to read, and maybe one to send to Elena, as she can’t read my favorite’s-only entries. Good night.