i cry maybe twice a year when I see tragedy. Real tragedy, particularly other people with the illness. This one movie, Angel Baby about a schizophrenic couple makes me cry every time but it motivates me immensely and makes me stay true to my word about what I say I will do to help my fellow persons with schizophrenia and in the process help myself. For example, I am going to be in a thing on highly functioning people with schizophrenia. They’re gonna follow me around all day and film me. I quit smoking and got back into cardio in addition to my existing lifting routines. I can’t be like “this is how you do it” sitting there smoking after lifting extremely intensely.
I take my studies extremely seriously. I did some work on my thesis between workouts today, I ran some stats on a pilot study and then gathered all my books about prejudice and discrimination from the library and found the passage from Gordon Allport’s landmark book that I want to cite as rationale for my methods. I’m gonna read about the evolutionary component of stereotyping tomorrow, apparently it is involved and features biological as well as cultural evolution. Dense reading.
Then I’m gonna hangout with a nutty but sane friend of mine.
I need to read a whole lot tomorrow, I’m reading up on neuroscience crap outside of school and got my hands on a teachers edition of a set of textbooks. I’ve read two of six so far. Halfway through a neuroplasticity book and gonna get a textbook on schizophrenia for my birthday, gonna study the ■■■■ out of it.
I get derailed and think about how much better a workout with the red 120lb bag is. Gonna do that Wednesday. I couldn’t even do combos with the wrecking ball bag. Just flys away when I hit it. Kicking it sucks because it’s only good for medium kicks to the torso. Like a few types of kicks, one of them not practical (back kick) because the damn thing swings around so much.
I feel senile and quite full of vigor at the same time.