Wednesday is a heartattack.

I am exhausted. I don't know what's going on, but I've just been really really tired for the past couple of days. I would write about what I've been doing but the only thing I would be writing about is homework and working out and hanging out with my friends while they play Call of Duty, which isn't very exciting. I WILL post an exciting blog this weekend, though, because it's been too long since I've reflected on the things that I've learned (or, maybe just a week) so it's about time I do that (and keep the fam updated through this stupid internet journalmajig).

But, yes. I'm tired. So very tired. I woke up at 9, decided I wasn't going to psychology (at 10), but then at 9:50 I woke up and felt guilty for even saying I wasn't going, so, of course, I got up and threw my shoes on, grabbed my backpack, and ran out. I didn't even have a chance to change my clothes because I might have missed Brittany and Jason (but not Ben because he missed class because he thought I wasn't going too, haha) on their way out. So, I went to psych. This is the first time in a week I haven't fallen asleep in that class. She's a boring lecturer and it's hard to stay awake through the drone of her voice, even though she thinks she's being exciting. I don't really fall asleep; when I hear her say something that I think is important, or when I know she's changed the slide, I'll open my eyes, take some notes, and then go back into my quasi-slumber.

Following psych, I went to physics, which was just another day in physics-- boring and confusing. Michael, Max's friend who is in my physics class, is probably the only reason I'm surviving in that class. Without his help, I would definitely fail everything in that class. The title deceived me: Color and Sound Dimensions in Communication! Oh cool! But no. What it meant was, "Let's spend 10 weeks together learning about light waves and sound waves, and let me do my best to confuse the living hell out of you." Physics has been successful in doing this.

After physics was Islam discussion. Harold (my T.A.) is a really cool guy, and it's great that we have him as a TA all year. Professor Aslan, although a well-respected, famous scholar, and a fantastic lecturer, is... a douchebag. I said it. He's an ass. He's so pompous and egotistical that it makes me sick. I have been excited for months for him to be my professor because he's a Creative Writing major-- and at first, it was awesome. Don't get me wrong, his CLASS is great, but his personality is definitely not what I was expecting. Reza Aslan is MEAN. He's publicly humiliated my peers in class, making them seem stupid. He doesn't care about any of us like Dr. Muhamad Ali did. I'm not sure if he cares about anything but Iran, Islam, his physical appearances, and his salary. He dresses really hip, super casual, but he's always got his nose turned up in the air, and he never looks any of his students in the eye-- he lectures to the back wall. Yesterday, Tuesday, was what officially made me stop and say, "Hey, Aslan is really not that cool at all." Yesterday, Professor Aslan was talking to our Harold about office hours, which we are required to attend for the program Islam is part of, and I heard him say this: "It's a cute idea, really it is, but I don't have the TIME to sit and talk to sixty KIDS." He has open office hours for a reason: for us to come talk to him, to ask him questions and clarify anything he says in lecture. But, really, who WANTS to go see a professor who intimidates you and makes you feel like crap because you're not the same level of brilliance as he is. At the end of lecture yesterday, here is another thing he said, "Oh, and one more thing. I swear to God, if I see another person texting while I am talking, I will take their phone and I will throw it out the goddamn window." Word for word, that's what he said. And I find it funny because the classroom doesn't even have windows. There's two doors, and that's it. So, I'm disappointed, but what can I do but accept the fact that he's a jerkface and move on.

After Islam discussion, I did homework for an hour, then walked to the student services building so I could take care of scholarship business, then did more homework. Then I went to the gym and did cardio for an hour. I've been good about going to the gym regularly, even on weekends (although I didn't go at all this past weekend, which I felt pretty guilty about) and I'm definitely getting into a lot better shape. My muscles are strengthening, and I can work out for an hour consistently and feel tired afterward, which is good. Tuesdays and Thursdays are ab attack still, and I have gone to every ab attack this quarter, and I'm going to buy her video so, when there is a time that I won't be able to go to ab attack, I will still be able to do it bi or triweekly so that my abs don't get super weak again. But, yeah, I actually like going to the gym. It helps me keep my stress down, or helps me get my mind of off problems when I am stressed, and it's healthy. I'm trying to eat healthier too, which is still pretty difficult with the meals served in the dining halls (tonight, they had potatos and fried chicken, haha), but I'm drinking lots of water and eating fruits and vegetables throughout the day instead of Cheez-Its (even though they're AWESOME). So yeah.

After gym, I did laundry and took a shower. Went to dinner. Got back, finished my laundry. Did more homework. And now, twelve hours after waking up, here I am, and I don't think I'll be going to sleep soon. It's a pretty chill night after this is done being written, but I'll probably be working on homework for another while-- Creative Writing and maybe psych.

Picking out classes for next quarter is going to be really hard. Everything's filling up fast and my registration date isn't for another week. Ugh. But, after that, I get to head up north for Germain's wedding, for King Tut, for Pancho and Aaron and Jessica and everything that is Perfect, everything that is Home. It's only two days, but it's going to be great.

It's coming quick too. I can't wait.