Sometimes I feel like my life is a train that speeds along at a hundred miles an hour, and suddenly gets derailed for no reason, and then once it gets corrected, keeps chugging along like it always did. School has been going well at some points, bad at others. I failed a couple of assignments, and it provided a kind of wake up call that I think I needed. I spend a lot of time hanging out and doing a whole lot of nothing. I don't particularly like this. My leisure time has been spent at the expense of time I could be spending on school work and on getting other things done that I want to do: like working out. I am serious as a heart attack about exercising (har har) because I am sick of being fat and tired all the time. I have about 40 pounds to lose, and I am less concerned with how long it takes me to get there than I am with taking one step at a time. In order to achieve these goals, I have resolved to spend the weekdays working on school work and being a homebody, and having my fun on the weekends. I am 80 days 22 hours 59 minutes from graduation day, and I think that is a perfect amount of time to get my shit together and finish what I started...finally.