Eat, Sleep, Read. Wash, Rinse, Repeat.

For those requesting an update on my life, here's my typical day:

I wake up anywhere from 7:00-8:00. Hello new day. I turn on Jimmy Eat World loud enough so that I can hear it in the shower, but not loud enough that my neighbors batter my door town and claim my life for disturbing their slumber.

I put the coffee on and proceed to consume 2-3 cups over the course of the next couple hours. I get out my new set of highlighters and a mechanical pencil. I'm ready to read. I don't turn down my music.

I typically read until my body cries FOOD or my clock says CLASS TIME. When clock says CLASS TIME, I strap on the gas mask (because of the stench) and make my way over to my cricket infested/plauged building. I mercilessly slay all crickets in my path...which reminds me of how my mother used to swerve her van to try to run over snakes. I digress...

Once I actually get to class: As you might imagine, I sit with my peers and discuss literary theory, rhetoric and memoirs. I understand rhetoric and attempt to understand theory. Jacques Derrida makes me want to chew glass, spit it out, and then walk on the shards. Nevertheless, class periods have been the highlight of each day so far. Our first assigned memoir was James Frey's A Million Little Pieces. He's a guy who, by the time he reached 23, had been an alcoholic for ten years and a drug addict for three. It was a 430 page roller coaster ride. We read a memoir a week for the class.

I just started working in the Writing Center today, so add this to the routine. I'm here from 1:30-7:00, hence my current post. I've seen one student in this duration, but my first experience was a good one. I kill time with the internet gateway drug (Facebook) and filling out my summer study abroad application. I daydream about going to Oxford and sitting in Eagle and Child.

Brandon + Lewis + Tolkien + Oxford + Faith and Literature + 6 credit hours in a month = The Best Thing I Can Currently Imagine.

The following may genuinely shock those who know me best, but I give my honor as a Gentleman to its veracity. I cook my own dinner every single night. I'm quite proud of it too. Brandon Sayre: budding intellectual giant and aspiring culinary wizard--a man of many parts. Don't you forget it. Okay, so my culinary spectrum ranges roughly from pancakes and eggs to hamburger helper. This area is undoubtedly the most difficult in terms of being physically estranged from my parents (Mother, if you're reading this, I miss you. However, please don't look for a wife for me).

I also read after class/before dinner. Sorry, I forgot to mention that. Post dinner, I typically clear my mind playing a computer game. Judge me. This is how I fill my need for competition (well, I'm slaughtering a computer player) and some sort of escapism. It's usually rather satisfying. My best friend takes out his medical school rage by killing bad guys too. Highly therapeutic.

I read some more. I usually read until I'm too tired to continue. I can't stay up nearly as late as I used to, so I'm out by 11:00 or 12:00.

Blissful slumber.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

I love it so far. I'm slowing coping with the fact that I possess only a hint of a social life (Don't worry, mom).

I've successfully killed about half an hour.