Tonight I pulled up the ten day weather forecast for Menomonie, Wi. I did a double take. Saturday's high is -3. Yes.. that's right... I said HIGH followed by NEGATIVE THREE. I think Jeff Dunham's character Walter may be on to something in the following clip.
If you've never heard of Jeff Dunham spend some time on youtube with his clips. His sketches with Achmed the Dead Terrorist are amazing.
Earlier today I was running around the apartment trying to ready myself for work when all of a sudden it dawned on me... school starts on Tuesday and I don't have books. Panic. I ran into the bed room where J.R. was still sleeping (it was noon) and threw myself onto the bed to wake him up.
"J.R.!!! J.R. WAKE UP!!!"
"J.R. I DON'T HAVE ANY BOOKS!"
"BOOKS... I DON'T HAVE ANY BOOKS FOR SCHOOL AND CLASSES START ON TUESDAY!"
"You woke me up to tell me that?"
"SCHOOL STARTS ON TUESDAY. TUESDAY. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING TO YOU? I HAVE NO BOOKS."
"Jo... you are over reacting. Shut up. I'm going back to bed."
Maybe there was a small over reaction on my part, but I hate feeling unprepared. I'm going tomorrow to pick up all of my needed materials. I rather enjoyed last semester when I had a whopping two books. I have a feeling this semester I wont be as fortunate. Eastern philosophy.... there's some heavy reading. And economics? We all know that's going to be the biggest, driest, most depressing book of them all. Thank goodness for my relaxation class. Yes, that's right.. I said relaxation CLASS (it counts as a PE credit).
The end of break is near and with classes starting on Tuesday I am trying to squeeze the most out of my remaining break time that's left. I have permanently glued myself to the couch. Is this the most productive use of my time? Of course not. But when one considers starting Tuesday I will be once again living in the library with my nose in a book, I'm not concerned.
*sigh* Tuesday. For the next semester Tuesday shall be known as the Everlasting Chalk Talk. Whatever moron picked my classes decided it would be just peachy to attend lectures from nine am to nine pm with an hour break in the morning and one in the afternoon. Some days I wonder if I suffer from multiple personality disorder. If this is true then my June Clever "life is swell" personality needs to be hit in the head with a shovel and have some sense knocked into her. I barely have the attention span to sit through an hour of class. This is going to be a very interesting challenge.
On top of picking up my books tomorrow, I'm biting the bullet and buying a membership to a gym. I feel a little silly buying a membership when I own an elliptical. It's great to have the equipment but I'm so burnt out on this machine. It's time for some variation and lets face it, my upper body could benefit from some weights.
As for now I've let myself slip into J.R.'s nasty nocturnal schedule. It's time to go lay in bed and attempt to get some shut eye. Maybe if I'm lucky J.R. will make it to bed before eight am. One can hope.