![Waking up on a Friday should not be different than any other day, but that’s a load of bull. It isn’t ANYTHING like waking up on a Monday, where you know that you’ve got a long week ahead of you, or on a Saturday, where you know you can afford to sleep another hour.
I’m not a morning person, but through repeated coercion out of sleep at 6-6:30am every morning, I can wake up without cursing that there was ever a “six-thirty-in-the-morning.” I naturally wake up at the same time every morning without an alarm, and it’s been that way for a while. It’s nice, until you find out that you probably should be waking up at 5-5:30am, an hour earlier, because your schedule is so hectic. These moments are saved especially for the term “FML.”
Isn’t it weird, too, that the mind can go in and out of consciousness? One minute, you’re asleep without the awareness of being asleep, and the next you’re awake and swearing. I can’t say that I’ve learned much about consciousness just yet in my Psychology of Consciousness class —- for the most part of the lectures, we’ve been looking at the history of how figures in the past regarded the heart and the brain as the seat of sensation. I’m curious as to how the professor would even approach this topic, granted that we only know the hows and not the whys when explaining how the human body works.
Miracles are for ignorant people who are ignorant of the process
But how long until we finally wake up and realize just how and why things really work? Descartes used to think animal spirits [refined blood] filled the cavaties of our brains and directed movement. Aristotle thought the seat of sensation was heart, the command center. We now know that it’s the brain; we know how some things work, but the rest is all a big question mark that we’re saving for future graduate students to experiment and scientists to research.
Falling back to the present day and time, waking up this morning was a (excusez-vous mon Français) bitch. I should be happy that it’s a Friday and I’ll get the much needed time away from textbooks, at least for a few hours, and be able to feast my eyes on other things. I really should be better at managing my time in the mornings, but then I ask —- who cares? It’s Friday.
I hate being passive-aggressive. I also hate being passive-aggressive and not doing anything about it. It’s like complaining about complaining; just shut the f*** up already. But there are so many things that IRK me and it makes no sense to say anything about them. However, I will ask, where is the love? Or would Aretha answer that better?
Anyhow, now that the weekend is near, time to finish off this week right! I’ve got lab and class today, and that’s it. After half a small cantaloupe, two oranges, and a peach for breakfast (before you call me a pig, that’s only 350 calories, about the same amount in just one regular sized muffin!) — I’d say I’m off to a good start.](http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqw9oyeFJ71qa64y4o1_500.gif)
Waking up on a Friday should not be different than any other day, but that’s a load of bull. It isn’t ANYTHING like waking up on a Monday, where you know that you’ve got a long week ahead of you, or on a Saturday, where you know you can afford to sleep another hour.
I’m not a morning person, but through repeated coercion out of sleep at 6-6:30am every morning, I can wake up without cursing that there was ever a “six-thirty-in-the-morning.” I naturally wake up at the same time every morning without an alarm, and it’s been that way for a while. It’s nice, until you find out that you probably should be waking up at 5-5:30am, an hour earlier, because your schedule is so hectic. These moments are saved especially for the term “FML.”
Isn’t it weird, too, that the mind can go in and out of consciousness? One minute, you’re asleep without the awareness of being asleep, and the next you’re awake and swearing. I can’t say that I’ve learned much about consciousness just yet in my Psychology of Consciousness class —- for the most part of the lectures, we’ve been looking at the history of how figures in the past regarded the heart and the brain as the seat of sensation. I’m curious as to how the professor would even approach this topic, granted that we only know the hows and not the whys when explaining how the human body works.
Miracles are for ignorant people who are ignorant of the process
But how long until we finally wake up and realize just how and why things really work? Descartes used to think animal spirits [refined blood] filled the cavaties of our brains and directed movement. Aristotle thought the seat of sensation was heart, the command center. We now know that it’s the brain; we know how some things work, but the rest is all a big question mark that we’re saving for future graduate students to experiment and scientists to research.
Falling back to the present day and time, waking up this morning was a (excusez-vous mon Français) bitch. I should be happy that it’s a Friday and I’ll get the much needed time away from textbooks, at least for a few hours, and be able to feast my eyes on other things. I really should be better at managing my time in the mornings, but then I ask —- who cares? It’s Friday.
I hate being passive-aggressive. I also hate being passive-aggressive and not doing anything about it. It’s like complaining about complaining; just shut the f*** up already. But there are so many things that IRK me and it makes no sense to say anything about them. However, I will ask, where is the love? Or would Aretha answer that better?
Anyhow, now that the weekend is near, time to finish off this week right! I’ve got lab and class today, and that’s it. After half a small cantaloupe, two oranges, and a peach for breakfast (before you call me a pig, that’s only 350 calories, about the same amount in just one regular sized muffin!) — I’d say I’m off to a good start.
