Mistuh Bah-cway

One of my teachers has a speech impediment. He pwuh-nounces stuff wike Ew-muh Fudd. I'd like to think of myself as a (usually) nice guy. I don't make fun of people if they have speech impediments. But there's something about my teacher that makes it irresistible for me to make fun of him. Of course, I make fun of him behind his back, but I'm finding it increasingly harder to hold it in. There have been a few instances this past week where I nearly tried to sneak in his own impediment in my sentences just to see if he'd notice. I nearly said "You're wew-come" when he said "Thanks" to me this morning.

The point of it all?
I don't really have one. That's it.

Lenny is a punk, Darren is a runt.

I quit quitting. Round 3 begins tomorrow. So what's so different about this time? I have someone quitting a habit of their own with me. I will have someone to suffer with me. We can rely on each other for support. I'll quit for as long as they quit. Let's hope for the best.

There's something about hearing a song being broadcast in a public space that makes me enjoy it more than if it were in my own room. If I hear it being played at a mall or a store or anywhere, I'll stop and get sort of giddy about it and no matter what I'm doing, the majority of my attention will go toward the song, even if it's a song I've heard a million times already. That said, I greatly enjoyed that both bars I went to last night were playing the Ramones.

Took some photos yesterday of Lenny and Britt modeling the SOS shirts. It was fun to take photos and with/of good friends, no less. I'm far from being done with the photos, but I posted two up on the SOS blog for now. That should give people an idea of what the product looks like. I'll get around to the rest once I find some time to myself.

Why?

I think there's a mouse stuck in the walls of my room.

Not quite Day 5

I don't think I'm gonna last much longer. I can't tell if this inhaler is working anymore.

Day 4

I'm using the inhaler less. I'm thinking about smoking more. "This would be so much easier if I could just have a cigarette. I could just walk to the store right now. It'd be over with". I'm trying to eat more to curb the urge. I'm gonna be a fatty. I gotta go buy me some junk food after class.
Hang in there!

Day 2

Still coping well so far. I taste the inhaler less and less to the point where I'm wondering if it's even working. I guess that's good. No real urge to smoke, even with Lenny and Sergio smoking around me, although I do occasionally think about it.
I don't think it's really a matter of whether or not I can do it anymore, even if it is too soon to tell. It's now a matter of whether or not I'm ready to give it up.

I wonder if I'm going to be the kind of person that gets irritable when going through withdrawal. I'm already irritable as is. The assholes in some of my classes won't be helping either. We'll see how it goes.

Day 1

I had this whole entry written. But fuck it.
I officially started to quit smoking today. I hope it works out.
Also, the inhaler tastes like ass.