Sing a song of epics, where men are men and women are men too
I know that even as I type this, huge forces are coalescing on the horizon to thwart me, but things seem to be fitting into place decently. I've picked out my lab for doing my PhD thesis, my social life is appearing to be fairly balanced, I'm not hugely in debt, and I passed all of my grad courses for this semester! Okay, not too exciting, I suppose, since I've always passed classes before. But I was quite frightened, let me tell you. First off, a 3.0 is needed to pass a course. Second, I understood all of the material but did frightfully unwell on exams and such. Having to repeat a course of material that I already understand? Undoubtedly dull. Thirdly (lastly), next fall I will have a minimal course load, but I will also be TAing and attempting to get research accomplished. Add in courses that I need to retake and suddenly the semester is much busier and much nastier. So yeah, as of yesterday I have a HUGE weight off of my shoulders.
I have this problem where I argue with people in my head. Okay, not like voices that exist only in my head and give good indication that I'm schizophrenic. No, I imagine scenarios that could possibly exist between me and other people in my life. This especially occurs during large periods of relative brain inactivity (ie: walking to class, driving to Tennessee, etc). So I go over what I might say to people and how I think that they might react. And more often than not, I have them reacting badly and getting angry and shouting and eventually stabbing me in the chest with a knife. Okay. Maybe not that far. Anywho, I'll have these imaginary arguments in my head, which is all well and good and not too weird (I hope), but I'll occasionally carry the sentiments I feel from my head into real life. Oops. Anger at a person for what they said in your head while you were walking to class? Not exactly a good idea.
So yeah, I got angry at people while driving down to Tennessee last Saturday. Don't worry, I forgave them on the ride back to Michigan today.
It surprising how little difference there is in climate between ground-level Michigan and 6,500ft Tennessee. Creepy almost. I feel like I haven't left. Oh, except for the whole "Hey, I can sleep in a bed and not worry about being eaten by bears!" thing.
My cat has been entirely too lonely while I was gone. Her incessant meowing and bothering for attention is quite cute. Also, she has discovered the mysteries of a bathtub full of water, and, although curious, she has yet to actually venture into said tub.
I just pulled a week's worth of earwax out of my left ear. It was the quite the event. The Q-tip is not pleased in the slightest.
Here I was, thinking I had interesting things to say and type about from my week of camping, but at the moment, I think all I want to do is crash into my bed and sleep like a hibernating bear with a fecal plug. So I'll sign off here and give a more complete/intricate entry later.
You'd think that he's so airy
His head would float to the sky
But he's so dense it's scary
As his big eyes ask "Why?"
I have this problem where I argue with people in my head. Okay, not like voices that exist only in my head and give good indication that I'm schizophrenic. No, I imagine scenarios that could possibly exist between me and other people in my life. This especially occurs during large periods of relative brain inactivity (ie: walking to class, driving to Tennessee, etc). So I go over what I might say to people and how I think that they might react. And more often than not, I have them reacting badly and getting angry and shouting and eventually stabbing me in the chest with a knife. Okay. Maybe not that far. Anywho, I'll have these imaginary arguments in my head, which is all well and good and not too weird (I hope), but I'll occasionally carry the sentiments I feel from my head into real life. Oops. Anger at a person for what they said in your head while you were walking to class? Not exactly a good idea.
So yeah, I got angry at people while driving down to Tennessee last Saturday. Don't worry, I forgave them on the ride back to Michigan today.
It surprising how little difference there is in climate between ground-level Michigan and 6,500ft Tennessee. Creepy almost. I feel like I haven't left. Oh, except for the whole "Hey, I can sleep in a bed and not worry about being eaten by bears!" thing.
My cat has been entirely too lonely while I was gone. Her incessant meowing and bothering for attention is quite cute. Also, she has discovered the mysteries of a bathtub full of water, and, although curious, she has yet to actually venture into said tub.
I just pulled a week's worth of earwax out of my left ear. It was the quite the event. The Q-tip is not pleased in the slightest.
Here I was, thinking I had interesting things to say and type about from my week of camping, but at the moment, I think all I want to do is crash into my bed and sleep like a hibernating bear with a fecal plug. So I'll sign off here and give a more complete/intricate entry later.
You'd think that he's so airy
His head would float to the sky
But he's so dense it's scary
As his big eyes ask "Why?"