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Wow, studying sure gets un-fun after a while. And I only did four hours or so of it tonight, which is a low number by recent standards. For example, I spent six hours Friday night writing a book review, eight hours Saturday grading papers, and eight or so hours Sunday reading. But it was still decidedly un-fun stuff.

And what did I learn from all my reading tonight? I learned that I dislike paralogic hermeneutics theory. It’s kinda funny that I can so quickly learn to dislike a term that, before tonight, was loosely defined in my mind as “blah blah.” Now, paralogic hermeneutics has been mentally defined as “uncodifiable interpretations,” which of course means “blah-de stinkin’ blah.” The cool thing about all of this, according to my understanding of paralogic hermeneutics, is I’m allowed to retain such a definition since all knowledge is individually understood, so it’s to be expected that my definition varies from that of my peers. There is no community knowlege. And that’s why I dislike the theory: I don’t trust a general community theory that says general community theories can’t exist. :)

You know, I think I actually developed a dislike of paralogic hermeneutics in my undergraduate Argumentative Writing class, but I can’t be sure, as the only notes I bothered to take on the subject were a little vague. Okay, so I only took one note during that particular lecture, and it was “Paralogic Hermeneutics for Whiter Whites.” My note-taking skills have developed slowly over the years, and are still in the process of maturation. :)

Too much hard reading! My brain hurts. I was going to tell you all a story about how I hurt my bum this last weekend, but that’ll have to wait for another day. I need sleep.

Here’s something about me that a few of you knew, a few of you didn’t know, and the rest of you didn’t care about: when I’m stressed, I eat. A lot.

As such, my evening meal has consisted of:

Three pieces of Mexican-style pizza. This was actually the remnant of Justin’s dinner. He likes to make pizza, but dislikes either finishing the whole thing or storing leftovers. I didn’t want mice scaling our oven in search of salsa-flavored Nirvana, so I took care of that nasty little problem waiting to happen.

Tuna fish on wheat crackers. The meal I planned for myself. Not very creative, but generally healthy and pretty darn tasty if I do say so myself (and I do. Oh, I do).

Four caramel-flavored rice cakes. Well, corn cakes. Old Man Quaker seems to get his puffed rice and his puffed corn confused, but they taste similar enough I let it slide. The cool part about these things is they contain 0% of my daily allowance of fat. However, in the way of funny nutrition mathematics, I bet 0% * 4 > 0%. Regardless, I use rice/corn cakes as a munchy-type food to keep my mouth busy while I’m studying. Without something to munch on, I tend to gnaw at my own fingers. Come thesis time, I may well be typing with nubs or dictating to a friend.

Two bowls of homemade bean soup. Curse Sam and his domesticated ways. Sam occasionally likes to cook in bulk, and this evening was one of those occasions. What do we do with two gallons of beans, ham, celery, onions and carrots floating in savory brothstuffs? We ~eat~ it, sillies!

In my defense, I would like to say two things. First, that these items were consumed over the course of a six-hour study period, and were not the victims of one continuous gorging. Second… I swear, I was only planning on the tuna, crackers and faux rice cakes. The rest of those calories were practically forced down my throat by roommates. Forced!

Ouch. My brain hurts. Not in the headache sort of way, either. It feels more like there’s a chipmunk nestled in my right (your left) frontal lobe (well, not ~your~ frontal lobe… work with me); as long as the little guy is sitting still, everything’s fine, but when he gets antsy I get pain. Although I read somewhere once (I think it was Michael Crighton’s The Terminal Man) that the brain doesn’t possess sensory nerve endings, making it one of nature’s great ironies: the organ responsible for coordination all our sensory perception is itself incapable of feeling. Regardless, my brain is certainly feeling something this morning, so now I’m pissed at Crighton. And chipmunks.

Guess how much sleep I got last night? Two hours! ["Dude, if you're gonna quiz me, there's gotta be a -pause- in there somewhere." Eff yoo, Mitch Hedburg.] I don’t know why, either. I went to bed at 1am, an acceptable time considering the amount of homework I have these days. And yet, despite my best efforts to shut my eyes and then keep them shut, I didn’t doze off until around 6:30am. My alarm did not sound friendly at 8:30am.

So I suppose I should go start to make the most of this beautiful day, because once this much of my brain has been ravaged by a sadistic chipmunk, all I’m really left with is Mr. Rogers. And a bit of Adult Swim.

Okay, I don’t normally post stuff like this, but since I’ve been looking at this page for the last five minutes and ~still~ can’t stop laughing (or crying, for that matter, but that’s because that’s what I do when I laugh too hard, not because the page saddens me), I present to you:

How to Date a White Woman: A Practical Guide for Asian Men.

Check out the editorial reviews, and ~definitely~ read the customer reviews. :)

I wish I hadn’t already picked my book to review for English 507. I’d SO be reviewing this one. I bet there’s enough Asian men in the technical communication field I could argue the book suits my intended audience. :)

I should be doing homework right now. Instead, I’m playing around on my computer: browsing blogs (sometimes the same few over and over, in case they updated in the last couple seconds), staring at my AIM buddy list, checking my email, and watching Ghost in the Shell download. That last one, by the way, makes me more of a dork than the other three combined. Especialy when you consider I’m downloading it from two different sources (WinMX and Bittorrent) just to make sure I get a good copy. I don’t even watch anime. But I was planning to watch some this weekend, and that got cancelled, so now my mind is unwilling to give up on the original plan. Therefore, I’m downloading a movie.

I was also planning to go to Adventureland this weekend. That, also, didn’t happen. Eventually, I will learn not to make plans. Until this happens, the coasters have been tentatively pushed back to next weekend, which will be my last chance of the summer, as the park closes next Sunday. For those English TA’s interested, I think this has become a group thing. Mark thy calendars!