If you're in for the long haul, studying in the library that is, then it is important to remember to hydrate.
Hydration is healthy, so why not help out your well being? Hydrating is such a task as it is; I often find myself about to call it a day, and then I realize that all I've had to drink was 6 cups of Earl Grey, a few coffees, and the three popsicles. So, I force myself to chug a few cups in one sitting. Not healthy. We often put all other habits on hold while we are studying, so it is important to realize that the rest of the world cannot be put on hold while you are studying. Maintain your natural habits.
Multitask with your studying by hydrating! Less coffee, more water.
Hydration = more restroom breaks every 2 hours = needed exercise, stretch of the legs.
So, Hydrating, especially while in the library, is a win-win situation.
You've heard my case, and know that, when I have my cup of tea in one hand, and my book in the other, that I am reverting to my old ways and days of classic bliss.
Monday, April 30, 2012
I am Edison! I am Innocent!
Man on a Ledge
Great movie. Despite the girlfriend; she should have died or grown a pair.
We were informed by one of our Chinese friends in the room that the subtitles translated to, "I am Edison! I am Edison" rather than "I am innocent!"
I mean, you can't shoot the poor guy. After all, he is Edison.
I get a little antsy when too much time is spent in one setting, for instance, the side of the building. But the thought of "what if the ledge is decrepit, breaks, and he falls anyways" kept me amused.
Great movie. Despite the girlfriend; she should have died or grown a pair.
We were informed by one of our Chinese friends in the room that the subtitles translated to, "I am Edison! I am Edison" rather than "I am innocent!"
I mean, you can't shoot the poor guy. After all, he is Edison.
I get a little antsy when too much time is spent in one setting, for instance, the side of the building. But the thought of "what if the ledge is decrepit, breaks, and he falls anyways" kept me amused.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
You're Offending Me!
"Please, go put on some makeup. You're offending me." - only a true friend could say that, and a true friend could accept that...
Aliments and Ailments
"What if they made carbonated beer?" - me
"It's called Ginger Ale you dumdum!" - roomie
I died laughing about this as we fell asleep.
"It's called Ginger Ale you dumdum!" - roomie
I died laughing about this as we fell asleep.
The Balding Samurai
Let me preface, I studied all day before all of this happened:
1. I've never slip'n slid-ed before. It was awesome. Completely unhygienic; now I have tarp burn., but it awesome along with the mud fight. A brief fountain hopping and sun bathing followed suit.
2. We Red Pearled it for THREE HOURS. Now we smell like a Chinese chop house.
3. Made #xyz references to Braveheart. I ate half a gallon of ice cream as we viewed a thirty minute interlude of The Last Samurai.
I wondered to myself, "where are the Samurais now?" but then I realized that that WAS the LAST Samurai.
And then I wondered, if they stripped them of their pride by cutting off their pony-tail, what would they do to a balding Samurai, and how would a balding Samurai distinguish himself as being a Samurai in the first place? Would that make him less Samruain in his Samuraiteness? hmmm....
And then, as Tom Cruise was circled in the deserted town square, he reached into his coat pocket, and I swear these were his thoughts: "Gosh dangit, I left my Katana Samurai Sword in my other shirt's left pocket, how unfortunate." And then he pulls this whole Sherlock Holmes calculating the entire fight scene within half a second, sans gigantoric Samurai sword. And then the son epically dies.
Well, on that note...
1. I've never slip'n slid-ed before. It was awesome. Completely unhygienic; now I have tarp burn., but it awesome along with the mud fight. A brief fountain hopping and sun bathing followed suit.
2. We Red Pearled it for THREE HOURS. Now we smell like a Chinese chop house.
3. Made #xyz references to Braveheart. I ate half a gallon of ice cream as we viewed a thirty minute interlude of The Last Samurai.
I wondered to myself, "where are the Samurais now?" but then I realized that that WAS the LAST Samurai.
And then I wondered, if they stripped them of their pride by cutting off their pony-tail, what would they do to a balding Samurai, and how would a balding Samurai distinguish himself as being a Samurai in the first place? Would that make him less Samruain in his Samuraiteness? hmmm....
And then, as Tom Cruise was circled in the deserted town square, he reached into his coat pocket, and I swear these were his thoughts: "Gosh dangit, I left my Katana Samurai Sword in my other shirt's left pocket, how unfortunate." And then he pulls this whole Sherlock Holmes calculating the entire fight scene within half a second, sans gigantoric Samurai sword. And then the son epically dies.
Well, on that note...
Friday, April 27, 2012
battle on ben brown
that moment when two fund-raising organizations are located within twenty feet of each other and they are BOTH playing music. One group is playing flute music and the Beach Boys, and the other group is playing Usher... Do I hear conflict?
Every now and then, one will turn up the music louder than the other, resulting in the other to follow suit.
And then, both will suddenly turn off the sound so there is just silence.
Please, just PICK ONE. either let one choose the music or alternate songs if you really must.
I am absolutely fascinated by this behavior - the battling behavior on ben brown.
This is what it sounds like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odOonolh_ws
Every now and then, one will turn up the music louder than the other, resulting in the other to follow suit.
And then, both will suddenly turn off the sound so there is just silence.
Please, just PICK ONE. either let one choose the music or alternate songs if you really must.
I am absolutely fascinated by this behavior - the battling behavior on ben brown.
This is what it sounds like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odOonolh_ws
Thursday, April 26, 2012
a Tacky Heist
We came, we cooned (as in a raccoon thieves), we conquered.
It appears as though our dancing days have become a bust.
But we were successful in cooning four bowls of snacks which included: sour patch kids, goldfish, M&Ms, and skittles.
We walked the long way back from the dance, eating three of the four bowls. We tried doing lunges up one of the hills to compensate for our greed, but then we had to take a breather, and everyone driving past judged us. I mean, I would judge us too...
Yes, I was the one in the back not dancing filling the bowls with snacks to go. No, I'm not ashamed. Yes, I should really stop hoarding.
If you provide it, I will eat it.
If you leave it, I will take it.
If it adds to my collection of everything else I've taken, I will hoard it. Forever. Until my roommate gives me the silent treatment/or takes a picture of it all and puts it on facebook. Then I'll have to redeem myself.
It really was, a tacky heist.
It appears as though our dancing days have become a bust.
But we were successful in cooning four bowls of snacks which included: sour patch kids, goldfish, M&Ms, and skittles.
We walked the long way back from the dance, eating three of the four bowls. We tried doing lunges up one of the hills to compensate for our greed, but then we had to take a breather, and everyone driving past judged us. I mean, I would judge us too...
Yes, I was the one in the back not dancing filling the bowls with snacks to go. No, I'm not ashamed. Yes, I should really stop hoarding.
If you provide it, I will eat it.
If you leave it, I will take it.
If it adds to my collection of everything else I've taken, I will hoard it. Forever. Until my roommate gives me the silent treatment/or takes a picture of it all and puts it on facebook. Then I'll have to redeem myself.
It really was, a tacky heist.
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