Cleaning out my epiphanies

I find cleaning to be a very, very relaxing activity. And enjoyable, too, come to think of it. No, yours truly does not have OCD; but, I think I like cleaning and organizing my room or house or the place I occupy because it gives me time to think and reflect. Some people find their zen when they go running, others when they read; but me? When I'm down and dirty.

But, in today's exciting news, I played basketball.

I haven't played since October of last year. Now, I think I realize why I was always so hesitant to return to the court. It was my glasses; the last time I was on the basketball court, my old pair of glasses were ripped in half. Literally. But as I was reflecting as I cleaned my room tonight and did my laundry, I realized that risks in life have to be taken if you want the prizes that come from them. Tonight, I played basketball, and even with the risk of smashing my glasses, and it had to be the most happiness I've derived within this last week. Maybe even this whole month. Funny what can come out of the smallest things.

New diet

Its been a while since I made a post, and I know just how much each and every one of my followers was anticipating it...so, what's new? Not much. I probably got owned on my O. Chem test, but the funny thing is, I really don't seem to mind. I undoubtedly will when I actually do get my score back this week, but that's besides the point. As I've learned this year, you've just got to take things in stride; take the hits that life throws as you, and keep on moving forward.

Thanks, Rocky.

So, this week, I've started a new diet. After researching about the subject meticulously (not really), my diet consists of a shit load of milk. Literally. I'll leave that up to your imagination, but suffice to say, a gallon of milk a day does wonders for my bowel movements. Actually, come to think of it, my visits to the little boy's room have gone wonderfully now that I'm eating, or rather drinking, vast quantities of dairy and/or dairy products. So why am I drinking all this milk, eating this artfully bland cottage cheese? Well, apparently to the forum posters at Men's Health, my old diet was something that would make a grown man pass out from lack of hunger. That, and the fact that my diet needed a lot more protein is why I'm eating how I am eating right now. If I blow out my intestines within the next few weeks, know that they came out GLORIOUSLY.

Break is Over

So.....I've been on Spring Break for about the last four days. Well, five if you count today. Anyways, I'm heading back to Stockton tomorrow, although ironically enough I didn't want to leave as early as Thursday, even though I did want to get the hell out of Folsom. Its strange...all the things that were relaxing to me when I was younger, such as playing video games, reading books, watching movies... a lot of these don't hold my attention for more than an hour or two. Its strange; I feel like I can do anything at home, yet I have so many options that I literally feel like I can't make a decision. Not only that, but here, the discipline I evoke at UOP evaporates; disappears. I've been taking naps and sleeping in till 1 PM for the last few days. I haven't studied O. Chem, even though I'm far, far behind. And I haven't exercised, even though I brought my running shoes with me.

None of that seems to matter, though. Because I know when I'm back at UOP, I do what needs to be done. I work out; I get my diet under control. I study. I sleep on time. I can run on 5 hours of sleep and 2400 calories and still feel less tired than when I'm at home getting 12 or 13 hours of sleep. I guess you could say that I'm rotting away when I'm at home; and its pretty much true. All my discipline, willpower, whatever, it all leaves me when I'm in Folsom. So, even though it certainly hasn't felt like it these last few days, Folsom still is home to me if I can actually relax. Who'd thought of that?

First Blood

3:33 am, and I'm indulging in something of a pastime of mine. Writing. Knowing me, though, Andrew, Sean, and anyone else will probably be slightly disgusted by the choice of title I have for my first post. Although, I did watch Rambo: First Blood Part II last night, but that's besides the point. I'd like to thank Andrew for inspiring me to start this blog, and for also imparting his habit of writing at an ungodly time in the morning. I feel like I'm rambling in this first post of mine, so I guess I can start it off by making some point.

Indian people are stupid. It may seem like I'm a self-hating Indian, but really, I'm not. They're not stupid in the sense that they can't hit the books (I've seen both sides of the coin here), but in the sense that they're contradictory. Case in point: Bollywood movies. Every single Bollywood film I've seen (which isn't admittingly enough, so my view may be biased) revolves around a love plot. Now, most Indian societies don't base relationships or marriages on love; instead, they're arranged marriages. I think its funny, and stupid, how the movies are so fairy-taleish and not AT ALL an accurate reflection of reality.

But then, aren't movies MEANT to be escapist?

But, like all things in life, I guess it can be boiled down to something your drunk and/or high friends tell you: fat (insert ugly, bitchy, any other negative label) chicks need lovin' too. So I guess everybody is meant for somebody, even if it is at a price.