Ouch my arm
I can’t even extend my right arm properly without the muscle on the reverse side of the elbow joint screaming at me not to stretch its poor tired corpse anymore.
Seriously. The PAAAAAAAAAINNNNN!!!!!!
I’ve been sleeping more and more. In fact, I fell asleep almost immediately after returning home (and a shower), and I woke up only 15 minutes ago.
This is bloody disturbing. Never before in my life have I felt quite so tired quite so often.
Then again I find myself gradually able to stay awake in lectures. In fact, I find myself learning things from them. Just as the thought of learning things at school is disturbing, it was surprising to me to find that hey, I’m actually not so different from the masses! To some degree it was actually a comfort. Wtf.
I see many others beating me at my own little game. Oddly enough I feel little about it other than a touch of healthy awe (and surprise) as somebody actually does the work ahead of time. (I’m not stupid enough to hate Mila or Wing for doing something I would have done if I were young and intelligent… yet. I’m going senile, of course.) I would have gladly done so, if 1. I weren’t quite so sleepy almost all the time, and 2. I actually have some inkling of what the hell I’m supposed to be doing. Unfortunately, 2. doesn’t seem to have any hope of changing (particularly w.r.t math) so I might as well force myself to listen during lectures anyway. It’s not as if I can get away with listening to lectures in college - no way on earth (or as Arun Vignesh would say, ‘in the history of mankind’) am I going to be able to read ahead all the time for everything. It’s good practice. Yep. Did I mention that I almost missed the hybridization crap and covalent bonding parts almost completely? GGXX.
Life isn’t full of bad news. At least not yet. I hope to see my Matrix (or Nexus, should there not be a Matrix) by the end of April. That’s going to mean a whole new ballgame. 32 pounds is a significant jump over 28 pounds (which is a little near endurance’s edge for me already), and that means a whole lot of strict training necessary. I am only thankful that Ongnardo consented to lend me his beloved old 28 pounder (not the measurement used for cannonballs) so I could get a slight headstart on the poundage thingy (or should I say ‘race’?). I do intend to jump to 40 before the year’s out, though. No sense shooting 70m without at least 40 pounds of draw - the longer flight time of the arrow can mean more time for its trajectory to screw up by having the wind act on it for a longer time. Basic physics. GGXX. Oh but my form isn’t too bad, according to the coach. 
But the string broke yesterday after I loosed an arrow towards the end of training. The arrow still hit the target BOARD, but missed the point I was aiming at. Gah. But then again the string was terribly frayed, so…. it had it coming. -.-
I shouldn’t be blogging so much. It’s not exactly a productive use of time. But oh well. It’s not as if I’ll do more math just by not blogging, right? Bleargh.
I need another Yakult.