As I avoid more work in favor of not-as-guilty-as-ought-to-be pleasures.
I am now back in freezing cold Michigan. Chicago was freezing cold too - or so I heard, and felt for the thirty seconds stepping out of the plane in that bit where you can see fresh air (my layover was in Chicago both ways) - but I did not stay or in fact go outside at all in Chicago, so that does not matter as much to me right now. Wail. XP ps it was over forty degrees in Seattle and I thought it was gorgeous So. I am far away from forty-degree-temperatures, the Pacific ocean, dim sum (I might have dreams about those eggplant things, no for serious, oh my god), and elanid again, and I do -
- wow, I am all of a sudden really dizzy, too. WTF. Like. Wow. No, still. Whoa.
*gets water*
I do not know what THAT was about. Or is. Or. Whatever it was, it was unpleasantly weirdass. I did not fall over and die, at least.
Well, I don't know. I love my town and my college town - regardless of the fact that they are one and the same - and I love UM, and the RC, and if I weren't here I would want to be. I sometimes wish I went - somewhere unexpected, though. Like - well, anyway. I didn't, and I know it was the right choice - but I dunno.
(This is a tangent from the paragraph I didn't write last time, and to be explained properly it requires a good deal more thought. And sensibility I'm lacking because something just got fried.)
Fuck, still dizzy. What IS this?
There was a man on my flight from Chicago to Detroit (38 minutes :D) who had been on various flights for over twenty-four hours - and I do not mean like when I went to Greece and ended up skipping almost an entire day because of time zones - I mean his time. I overheard him talking: he was coming back from a small town in Mexico and hadn't been able to get any direct flights, so he went from Mexico to San Diego back to Tijuana to somewhere in the heartland to Chicago to Detroit...? something like that - the only part I remember is that he had to go back to Tijuana when that was clearly wholly ridiculous as the crow flies, and he had to go to work tomorrow. Ouch.
Anyway, I am - I have to write an email to my professor about my paper - actually, two emails to two different professors, one I MUST and one I Really Have to ASAP; both involve decisions and the latter involves research. I have to write a draft of my Chinese presentation, and study for Chinese like insanity, and...stuff. Also I realized I have to lay out the RCR this week. Probably by myself (in fact, I almost kind of hope so except that this week will be hell, because I am so picky and I meant to - adghskgl): when I think about this I desperately try to refrain from wailing about how much easier my life would be if I had been sent the files last week. Grrh. Anyway. Anyway.
STILL DIZZY WHUT. Except I can type without much struggle - head feels so weird. This is very bizarre. I am going to stop soon. Because now I am having more trouble concentrating on the screen and actually now I am typing this with my eyes closed. Which is funny, because it means I can listen to how quickly I type, and it is... very quickly actually. o.O. That is kind of fun. Well. So what I WAS doing i was watching Nobuta Wo Produce. Heeee. What I am now goin to do is lie down a bit, because this is ridiculously fucking weird. I actually mostly typed that paragraph so I could hear myself typing and see how well I can type with my eyes closed (apparently very well. Hurrah. I corrected the mistakes, but there were only a couple and only single letters amidst "quickly" and "Produce," the latter of which I am sure was a bit harder because I was pronouncing it like the jdrama in my head). Of course.
This post turned out differently than it was intended to. La.
- wow, I am all of a sudden really dizzy, too. WTF. Like. Wow. No, still. Whoa.
*gets water*
I do not know what THAT was about. Or is. Or. Whatever it was, it was unpleasantly weirdass. I did not fall over and die, at least.
Well, I don't know. I love my town and my college town - regardless of the fact that they are one and the same - and I love UM, and the RC, and if I weren't here I would want to be. I sometimes wish I went - somewhere unexpected, though. Like - well, anyway. I didn't, and I know it was the right choice - but I dunno.
(This is a tangent from the paragraph I didn't write last time, and to be explained properly it requires a good deal more thought. And sensibility I'm lacking because something just got fried.)
Fuck, still dizzy. What IS this?
There was a man on my flight from Chicago to Detroit (38 minutes :D) who had been on various flights for over twenty-four hours - and I do not mean like when I went to Greece and ended up skipping almost an entire day because of time zones - I mean his time. I overheard him talking: he was coming back from a small town in Mexico and hadn't been able to get any direct flights, so he went from Mexico to San Diego back to Tijuana to somewhere in the heartland to Chicago to Detroit...? something like that - the only part I remember is that he had to go back to Tijuana when that was clearly wholly ridiculous as the crow flies, and he had to go to work tomorrow. Ouch.
Anyway, I am - I have to write an email to my professor about my paper - actually, two emails to two different professors, one I MUST and one I Really Have to ASAP; both involve decisions and the latter involves research. I have to write a draft of my Chinese presentation, and study for Chinese like insanity, and...stuff. Also I realized I have to lay out the RCR this week. Probably by myself (in fact, I almost kind of hope so except that this week will be hell, because I am so picky and I meant to - adghskgl): when I think about this I desperately try to refrain from wailing about how much easier my life would be if I had been sent the files last week. Grrh. Anyway. Anyway.
STILL DIZZY WHUT. Except I can type without much struggle - head feels so weird. This is very bizarre. I am going to stop soon. Because now I am having more trouble concentrating on the screen and actually now I am typing this with my eyes closed. Which is funny, because it means I can listen to how quickly I type, and it is... very quickly actually. o.O. That is kind of fun. Well. So what I WAS doing i was watching Nobuta Wo Produce. Heeee. What I am now goin to do is lie down a bit, because this is ridiculously fucking weird. I actually mostly typed that paragraph so I could hear myself typing and see how well I can type with my eyes closed (apparently very well. Hurrah. I corrected the mistakes, but there were only a couple and only single letters amidst "quickly" and "Produce," the latter of which I am sure was a bit harder because I was pronouncing it like the jdrama in my head). Of course.
This post turned out differently than it was intended to. La.