and 1 and 2 and....ouch

There's something very off here. I spent more time at the gym today than I spent sleeping last night. Am exhausted, but feeling rather fit. Biked to gym, worked out for two hours and biked back. Someone catch me before I hit the hard ground.Amusing thing of the day: Some people mouth the lyrics to songs on their headphones. Today I saw a woman Sign them as she was cycling. That's cool.Jon Stewart makes me happy.So...I'm in the mood for a crazy, maniacal scheme. I don't know what, but that's what my copy of Caesar's Guide to Megalomania, Imperialism, and Other Trifles of the Ancient World is for. ( I wish that book existed, really I do. However, no need, for we have Shrub.)So, upcoming things to be anxious as fuck all about: AP Test when Dearborn hasn't finished, the prick; getting all my stuff together for summer; being able to produce on command; finals...Things to be "squeee"-ing about: Starting June 21st, I will be living in a swinging, downtown, college pad, with artartart and a 70% female student body. If I can't manage this, then I'll settle for being a celibate loner. MagentaRiot: i want pictures and scandalously vivd details.I'm not sure it'll be half as interesting as I wish I could tell people it will be. ( Did that make sense?) Fact is, I can't help being excited about hope. ( Not that this is the sole reason I'm going to RISD...it's sort of a side dish. Dish...hehee)Jen says she'll slap me if I don't stop doubting myself. Which means I will not only be short and odd, but rather bruised.Maybe it's the hot weather, but all of a sudden it's a broken record in my head; sexsexsexsexsexsexsex....I am feeling v. devious, and will make feeble attempt to channel repressed sexuality into mad-seduction trickery.Crazy. Like a fox.Comment? Pwease?I'll make Angst cry. Six: "She will, too."