Video killed the radio star.

Tonight is what my roommate might call Epic. Soon I’ll be off to a homecoming bonfire, but for the moment I just need to blog it out and listen to something with a beat. Alone in the room this afternoon and evening, I took a 4 hour nap that sent my 15 past when my fast could have been broken. I guess I needed the sleep. No, I knew I needed the sleep, I guess I my body had to take over and get it while it could. I should treat her better, she’s beautiful and I love her.

Going to try again with that sleep study I was going to participate in last weekend, told my friend that he could call me and wake my ass up this time…instead of me sleeping through two alarms and being a general confound.

Ok, getting back into the swing of things…this is what I needed to write… Today I had a tour with a prospective neuroscience student that was haphazard at best. His little sister, her friend, and I sat outside the room he was having a meeting in and talked about powderpuff football. Finally he was done meeting with the head of the neuro concentration, one of my favorite professors at Albion, and we proceed out with his family in tow. He’s talkative and wants to know stats; how fast is our mens cross country team (what are their times?), how does our business institute work, how does our math and computer science program rank? Random things that won’t end up mattering too much in his college decision. His parents lagged behind like a ball and chain, stopping me evey 15 minutes or so to rehash their plans to see their daughter’s powderpuff game (did I mention she’s a first year here?) and occasionally dropping in and out of the tour all together. It wasn’t too bad until we got up towards the end of the tour route (that I had to cobble together due to leaving from a completely different location than I was used to) and we had yet to see the freshman dorm and the science complex. Both were essential to a tour for any other kid, but his mom mentions that we should skip Wesley and just get him back his meeting on time. I say that we’ll be fast, his dad catches up to us and rejoins the group, and the son finally tells me that he’s spending the weekend with his sister so he’ll get to see the dorm anyway. He even dropped “getting the experience”…oy. Micromanaging done for the moment, we proceeded to the science complex and toured around for 10 minutes, getting him back to his meeting with Admissions only about 1 minute late. Horrible tour. I’d been excited all week to talk to this kid and the whole thing flops. I hope he still comes here, but if he does it probably won’t be because I eloquently seduced him to the wonders of Albion College.

Other parts of today were much better, I got to speak to the head of Case Western medical school about quantum physics and the relationship to consciousness and ethics…and he singled me out because I had raised a good point in class. I love science and scientists…its my family and my faith. Sustains me, drives me, comforts me…ahh passion.

That four hour nap left me in quite a state, I should hop in the shower. This will hopefully be continued.

A new blog for a new time

This will be a blog, not a journal. I’m not sure what I mean by that distinction yet, but I believe it will unfold in the way I use this little slice of webspace.

I’m currently sitting at my desk, pretty hungry and worn out from having not eaten yet today, but not tired enough to sleep. Yesterday was my first day of fasting for the month of Ramadan, given that it took me until the evening of the first day to rally and begin my fast. I guess I just wasn’t mentally ready, there was introspection and mental preparation yet to be done, and I hadn’t even realized. So I missed the first day because I thought I couldn’t do it without some support from my school…not understanding yet where that support really would be coming from and how much I myself could bring to the table. Already I have been learning about myself, the things I do and shouldn’t and what I don’t do but should, my hopes of relearning how to introspect are not outside my grasp. Thankfuly I have a few incredible role models around me right now, inspiring me to push myself in some directions and stop hurting myself with unneccessary tangents.

These tangents…well they’re things like my sleeping and eating habits, and all of the other areas of my life that have been negatively influenced by those unhealthy practices. I know, both scientifically and intuitively, what I will gain by straightening out these side branches that are siphening off my energy and time. This month of “ritualistic self denial”, to use Rachel’s words, will hopefully give me the mental clarity to make real changes. I want to eat better, sleep more, use my time more wisely, and stop having to be reactionary with my life. Late nights come most often from poor planning, having to react to a deadline I’m illprepared for because I didn’t use my time appropriately in the week before. My entire body is negatively affected by how I abuse my circadian rhythms, which for some f-ed up reason I saw as a strength for too long… it is not strong to be half asleep, not on my a-game, broken out, and off set-point. I want to find that inner strength and wield my life, be phenomenal with my life.

Anyway, that’s how I’m feeling right now, on the cusp of a whole new approach to my last semesters at Albion and my preparation for the next phases of life. It feels damn good.