The use of the word “boobies” makes the speaker sound either childish, like a redneck, or both. 

I think I just ate like a thousand calories of honey roasted peanuts.

Also, this pinball documentary is blowing my mind.

I guess only the first one counts as a musing.

I finished at UH on Monday the 7th.

On Friday the 11th, I received an email from my Theory of Knowledge professor saying our final exams and papers would be available to pick up on Tuesday the 15th.

Since the 11th, I’ve been checking my grades online near compulsively to see how I did. Each time, seeing I was still missing a grade for German and the Philosophy class. 

Today, the 15th, I checked almost first thing after I woke up, just after I took a shower. 

Both grades were in.

Somehow, I managed to pull a full blown A in Theory of Knowledge. That class I thought, at best, I would get an A- and very well could have fell as low as a B with those last two assignments pending. This made me quite happy. Then I realized that that means my lowest grade was in a sophomore level communications course.  

That sort of took the piss out of things.

I finally got my beta invite for Duolingo, a site to help you learn a new language. Now with that site, as well as Memrise, a site that helps you gain a wider vocabulary, I think I have two good resources to keep up with my German studies, even if most is remedial. I figure with the two websites I will be more apt to continue practicing and learning over the summer and, if nothing else, keep the language fresh in my mind for next semester.

As long as you bastardized your understanding of the agreed upon terms until they no longer coincide with the original meaning of the statement!

I didn’t know I was this out of shape.

Right when I woke up I knew if I was going to make an attempt, I’d have to do it immediately, or I’d get to involved with other stuff and not get to it. So, I woke up long enough to get dressed and plotted out a one mile route around my house. I figured I’d use the timing and music provided by half dead iPod. Unfortunantly, the screen went dark after not being touched for a while, and because the power button is broken, I couldn’t check the timer to see how much time it took me. 

Gauging from how many Sex Pistols songs I got through, I estimate anywhere from at least 12 minutes and maybe around 13 and a half minutes. Those times are not as bad as I had thought they might be, but it was more strenuous than I thought. Then again, I suspect not drinking anything after waking up and running may have had something to do with it.

But that doesn’t matter, that’s a problem for next week.

• Finally get a license
• Watch a movie a day
• Read a book a week (maybe)
• Gain a basic understanding of Physics & Calculus
• Expand my German vocabulary
• Increase the amount of proper push-ups I can complete
• Be able to do a handstand
• Run a mile a week
• Learn a new skill

More will be added (or subtracted) as time goes on. 

We’ll see how this goes.

Based on my grade estimation, as long as I get a 65, I’m guaranteed an A-.

Tomorrow I have two writing assignments due. That is all that stands between me and summer vacation. (Well, at least academically)

A 6-8 page philosophy paper on epistemic contextualism and a 15-20 page script.

I am just about at the minimum requirements for the script. The only bad part is that it is absolutely embarrassingly horrendous. Fortunately, the professor grading that assignments seems to be pretty nice with his grading and I don’t think he is exactly looking for quality.

The philosophy paper, through a series of weight changes for various reasons, now will only count as 1/12 of my entire grade. 1/12. As it stands now, as long as I don’t completely crash and burn on it I should come out with at least an A-. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to produce anything of quality. How it stands now, it just feels like I’m regurgitating the points my professor made in his paper regarding the subject. Not only do I feel uncreative, I feel like a suck-up. I still have a while to work on it, and nothing really to do tomorrow, so hopefully I can spruce it up a bit.

(It is odd now knowing there is a remote chance more than one other person will be reading this. I don’t know how I feel about that exactly. Though if I keep posting walls of text, I may not have to worry about people reading what I have to say.)