Talk, Talking A Lot, But It's Still Talk

I'm home for Thanksgiving break and it's lovely, even though my sleeping schedule is no longer even remotely compatible with the rest of my family's.  It was so weird that everything got quiet around 11 - I wasn't even tired until about two in the morning. 

I'm so glad it's break, though! *stretches luxuriously*  Of course I've got stuff I need to work on, but it's much more palatable when I'm not stuck in my dorm room as usual.  And this is an odd thing to notice, but I forgot how much better the quality of light is in my room at home - in my dorm the light has this weird yellowish tinge all the time, because I don't get a lot of good natural lighting.  I expect that I will soon become yellowish as well if this keeps up.

Shut up, it's possible.

I'm having a little trouble concentrating at the moment because my rabbit keeps jumping over my feet and distracting me with his cuteness.

...And my brother totally just tried to tip me out of my chair (I'm in one of those curved gaming chairs).  He's reading The Odyssey right now, which is kind of funny because I'm reading The Iliad.  And at some point he developed these insanely awesome juggling skills that he demonstrated practically as soon as I walked in the door.  He probably spent weeks honing an completely impractical ability - we're alike that way.  I mean, I'm teaching myself how to write with my left hand.

Expect frequent updates as to how that's going, by the way.  (Kidding.)

But now that I think about it, it's more practical than juggling.  If I break my right hand I'll still be able to write.  I'm defying nature - it did not grant me ambidexterity, but I'll screw with the order of the universe anyway - total badassery.  My brother, meanwhile, will be entertaining screaming five-year-olds at a birthday party.  So tell me, which one of us is the cooler one?  Like I even need to ask.

Anyway, damn, I'm starving.  I'm gonna go grab some food now.

Long week. Very long week. All of my professors decided that now would be a great time to start picking up the pace, so I've had a ton of homework and very little time for sleep. I've been getting around five hours a night since Monday, which is starting to wear on me a little bit since I'm still used to getting at least eight hours. Plus I've been eating less and exercising more to stave off that freshman fifteen, and while I don't appear to have filled out any, thank you Jesus, it's probably not the smartest thing to do when I'm so tired already.

I really need to vacuum my room. I've been pretty good about keeping it from getting too cluttered (which for me means "yeah, there's crap everywhere, but it's all in neat piles"), but three weeks is pushing the dirt limit, I think. And now that I have time to take a breath or two, I could watch another few episodes of House 3. Preferably not while vacuuming - I'd have to get the sarcasm from the subtitles, and that's no fun.

Anyway, the only class that's really holding my interest right now is Classical Mythology, because we're finally getting into some of the myths. We started with Hesiod's Theogony, and certain aspects of it are some of those things that probably aren't supposed to be funny, but are. Like Cronus castrating his father because his mother was sick of being constantly pregnant. (Brief explanation: Uranus and Gaea - sky and earth, respectively - were locked in a sort of eternal sexual embrace, which meant that the sky was pressing down everything on earth and Gaea kept popping out kids. How this is possible when the two were supposedly constantly joined I'm not sure, and Hesiod didn't get too detailed in that respect. Anyway, Gaea was getting sick of it, and so she conspired with Cronus, her son, who agreed to separate the two. Awkward.)

"I've made your evening by now, haven't I?" the professor asked, and everyone was like, "Oh, yes you have."

Surprisingly, I'm liking Stats a bit more. I think that's because I'm starting to appreciate the professor, who really goes out of his way to make sure everyone understands what we're doing. And Philosophy is still fun, but we've been getting into some pretty mind-numbingly repetitive discussions lately, which can be a chore. Biology I don't even want to talk about (why did I take that class? WHYYYY?), and the thought of Rhetoric is making me panic because I have to give a speech Monday. *shudder*

So now that you have all of this lovely random information about my life, I'm going to grab dinner a little early. And then possibly go to sleep.