sheer potentiality

Summer classes are over. I’m going home Saturday. I really can’t think of much more to write because “it’s over” pretty much summarizes all of the main threads in my life right now. The big group project I blogged about a couple days ago—it’s over. The personal issues I mentioned in the same post—they’re over, however abruptly so. I’m going to be 20 in a few days, so in essence my teenage years are thankfully over as well. So for those of you out there who want my life in summary, there it is.

I’ve decided lately that I’m going to file several lawsuits for false advertising.

1. Having tried it, I can, in fact, believe that it is not butter.
2. I’ve used Axe for several months now, and not once have I been jumped by strange women in public.
3. My friend Mike informs me that he’s found better buys than he could find at Best Buy.

Let’s sock it to the large corporations.

It is incredible what the human body is capable of. I’ve been stressed and worried about things—a recent class project, various personal stuff—and my insomnia reached a fever pitch last night when I failed to get a minute of sleep and spent valuable sleeping hours watching television. (Damn you, HBO Signature Channel, for broadcasting a documentary about Stanley Kubrick!)

Anyway, from about 10:00 AM to 3:00 PM today, I had a team meeting for aforementioned class project. I was upbeat and energetic throughout. It was really quite amazing, I felt like I had more than a full day in me. Get back home, however, and I’m completely drained of energy.

The stress and insomnia and team meetings will all be over Tuesday. They will be over forever. And there’s really very little real work that remains to be completed between now and then.

Early tomorrow morning, I’m getting up, working on the paper, and getting ready for the presentation. The rest of my life will have to wait.

July 20, 1969, the Apollo 11 mission landed on the moon. So this is perhaps the best time to share classic coverage by The Onion: Holy Shit: Man Walks on Fucking Moon.