This week is going to suck

Hey guys, I thought I'd say a little something before I head off to my sculpture class and do random things with plaster and bananas (I'm actually serious, believe it or not).

Yesterday evening I had so much to do. I had missed something I was supposed to do for a class on Friday- an Exercise class. So, I had to go to the class in the evening the day before the thing was due. The teacher will be pissed, but whatever. To save myself some time and some story elements that I would have forgotten by now, here is a word for word copy of the summary paper I sent into my teacher:

Due to blatant ignorance and poor planning, I completely missed David’s Yoga class on Friday, and had to settle for his Abs and Core class on Monday at 5:30. I arrived at the dance room where the class meets to find that I am the first to arrive. Me and David exchange pleasantries, and I am certain that he is a very nice guy outside of the classroom, perhaps if he was a classmate we’d be pretty good friends. Regardless, I got out a mat, 3 weights, and just sat down until the rest of the class finally showed up at least 5 minutes before, and a select few show up tardy.
I knew I had a problem from the start since everyone else was in sports attire and, since I haven’t been physically active since I was on a sports team in elementary school, I had no such attire. I wore jeans and a thick cotton tshirt. Within minutes of stepping into the room, even without doing anything, I was sweating. It was not going to be a fun experience, regardless of the teacher.
I’m not really sure what else to say here, since I’m not certain what you are looking for in this summary. Long story short I started the exercises valiantly, doing various stretches and whatnot until I started to ache, particularly in my back but also in my head. The rhythmic and repetitive music which David played throughout the workout had given me a severe headache. Its music stylings were a mix of very insane rave techno and classical rock lyrical bits. Regardless, hearing a man shout “Work it” through some sort of echo device and then a snippet from ‘Sweet Emotion’ within a time span of about 5 seconds is enough to make me angry and intensify my headache. I know you’re not supposed to listen to the music that much, but sometimes I couldn’t help it.
Anyway, I couldn’t touch my toes or stretch as everyone else and I’m probably the most out of shape person in the entire room. David worked everyone extensively, and for some reason had a fascination of the number 40, which we all did exercises to that number.
The area which hurts the worst besides my back, legs, arms, and neck is actually my wrists. I thought I’d be able to go to one exercise class without confronting my one arch nemesis- the dreaded push up. The instant I lift my body my wrists give way, causing my arms to shake violently under my weight. Sometimes I wonder how fat I really am, and just the fact that this actually happens to me actually makes me question my health. The violent shaking is only delayed between pushups in much a similar way that my back pain, nay, every pain that I’ve ever experienced throughout this workout, was delayed when we all rolled on our backs and held our legs close to our chests, similar to a turtle on its back. This action was very soothing to me for some reason, and served as my safe haven.
I should really note that while I have been basically complaining for the better part of this summary of my experience, I am fairly sure that if I were better physically active that I would have not only been able to keep up to David’s pace but also enjoy the class. Alas, I hurt all over, so this is not the case this time. Perhaps I will in the near future.

Yeah, I expect to do badly on it. I don't really care too much.

After that little annoying event, I had to go hear a speaker for extra credit in my Islam History and Beliefs class. I showed up around 7- the teacher saw me- and after the speaker rambled on for an hour and a half I decided to leave. I was hungry, annoyed, and emotionally drained.

I ran into one of my good pals from the Anime Club, Jeff, just outside the exit. I explained about the speaker to which he claimed that he must have not been a very good one, since I couldn't remember his name (still can't). He mentioned that him and a buncha people are going to be recording (I think) Podcast 15 for Anime Addicts Anonymous Podcast. I explained that I was only on podcast 3.... yeah.

We parted ways and I went home. I then got annoyed at people online and went to bed hurting all over.

Classes and Bears

I think my power cord is just about to die, in that it never really stays in and I always have to wiggle it around in order for it to hit all the contacts inside my computer. The tip is pretty wiggly as is and possibly unsafe. Just to be sure I recently ordered a cord from Amazon- I hope it gets here soon.

I recently have become far more energetic about my studies in my Japanese class and other classes as well (specifically my god-awful Health and Wellness class which makes me feel like I'm in high school again... Christ.). So far my religion classes, Zen Buddhism and Islam: History and Beliefs are my easiest out of the five i'm taking, but I have a feeling that's not going to last long. Mid terms are coming up and my Islam class teacher mentioned something about a really thick mid term.... uggh. At least there aren't any pop quizzes about when the Muslim calendar starts or something like that, so I guess I should be grateful.

In my life I've only had 2 horrible classes: English 1 honors in middle school with a bi-polar disorder, and my Ethics class just last semester. I'm really hoping there's a way around that Ethics class.....

Anyway, I'm also taking Sculpture 2, which will be later renamed Sculpture 1, the Sculpture 1 class which I took last semester is now called 3D Foundations, and the (what would be) Sculpture 3 class is now a Sculpture 2 class. That's a bit confusing. On my transcript it'll say "Sculpture 1" "Sculpture 2" "Sculpture 2"....
As of now our main project in that class is a multiples project, where we'll make molds or some such and convey a message or meaning through the power of crowds and so on. Unfortunately I'm not an "ideas" artist, so all my ideas were just abstract things with geometric shapes and bananas for heads... some of which people liked but I had no meanings for. I should work on that.

One of my good friends is over in Japan studying abroad right now, and her experience on her blog has single handedly implanted the idea that I too can go to Japan with my limited Japanese language knowledge, which should be beefed up even further next semester when I take the 102 course. Its interesting, I've always wanted to go out of the country, but for my 5 years in Texas I've never been to Mexico, and even when I was in Montana I never went to Canada. I've been to 23 states so far, so I'm very used to traveling. I technically could only travel (or, rather, would only prefer) to countries where I speak the language. Until this semester, that list was fairly narrow, only consisting of Mexico, Cuba, Canada, Australia, UK, and Ireland... but now I can kinda add Japan to the list :D
... Yeah, regardless I'm going to talk to my parents soon about this, raise my GPA to 3.0 (its at 2.5 now... damn freshman year >.> ), and snag a passport anyway. Technically it will be cheaper than my college now... If all goes well I may be leaving fall 2010.

For the past several nights and naps I've been having dreams that involve bears. I will try to go over these dreams with you, as some of them get pretty prophetic (especially the ones where I'm speaking fluent Spanish and I have no idea what I'm saying.).

The first dream had something to do with me going to my home base which was located at the top of a flight of stairs in a very white-clean bank. At one point I come across a security guard of the bank, and he shooed me away; as if I wasn't supposed to be there.
I then realized that it was a lucid dream, in that I can control what I do within it. Just to prove to myself that I could do anything, while walking I did an action with my hands that made it look like I was shooting an energy blast from my hands- it was all directed towards this one guy's face, which I wanted to change somehow. Since I am irony incarnate, nothing happened to the man. It was disappointing.
The dream cut to a scene where I was being chased by a bear, who was going through a backyard somewhere. In this yard was me and someone else, and two opened gates. As the bear rushed inward, through one of the gates, I stood at the other one, ready to close it once the other guy got past. He kept going around in circles for a good minute or so, and finally went through the gate. I was tempted to close the gate, but decided against it. To stop this bear I thought I should close the other gate, so I ran around all these houses and to the other gate. The bear had gotten out. He was on the sidewalk on his back two legs and started charging me, so I ran at him at full speed and pulled out a gun, intending to do battle with it. The dream ended.

The next dream was about my house filled with all kinds of animals. I have two cats, so I spent the dream wondering where they went to. There were mostly zoo animals, but predominantly a buncha bears. Eventually all the bears and animals went to sleep with no real harm to my home. That is when my two cats appeared. I proceeded to talk to them and they told me about their hiding spot, and how they have become semi-nocturnal. They were polite and carried on a fantastic conversation. Somewhere on my porch I was following my cats, who had gotten off into my fenced back yard. There I saw my uncle, who was recently disowned by the family. On the porch was a deer or gazelle, which a bear suddenly attacked. Eventually I wander off, eventually finding the door to my garage open, with a cat inside. I tried to talk to the cat, but when I got closer- it attacked me.

I really have to say, so I'm going to let you all go for now.

All systems operational.

So yeah, for the past 2-3 years I have been using my Deviant Art as a pseudo-blog, so I decided to finally step it up and get an actual blog. Yay me.

This account that I'm using now has been around since Freshman year, as it was for a class which required me to do insane amount of work that my freshie mind was not able to comprehend- so I dropped it. Until now I never really had a use for this thing.

More posts soon.