tall ships
No matter how much (or how little) I sleep I feel zero refreshment when I wake up.
When my alarm goes off I feel completely miserable for nearly an hour (this is all heightened when I'm alone) before my body desides it's comfortable with moving around.
I don't like this, and it is ultimately detrimental to my success.
Success - by the way - is something which has become important to me once again (as it was when I was in highschool), and I attribute this to my new friends.
All three of the girls have funding, though, and I need some of my own, so I will begin the negotiations as soon as seems right. I just need to find a professor to work with.
However, I did receive an email from the linguistics club that they would like me to consider being an officer in the fall, so locally I'm gaining a good reputation, which is where it begins.
So I was searching on Amazon for books on a certain topic of linguistics/cog-sci and most of their topsellers were either from IU Press, from one of my currrent professors, or a graduate of IU.
If I can just hang in there and get by.
Last night I found myself at the apartment of Mike - with two other girls - to watch Midnight In the Garden of Good and Evil.
It was odd, and a little uncomfortable:
#1, because I barely knew Mike, or the second girl (the other was Amelia)
#2, because I had been invited the night before in a bar
#3, because the movie involved the worst fake southern accents I've ever endured
#4, because we showed up, watched in silence, then left; there were brief moments of chatting, but I still feel as though I barely know them
#5, Mike graduated from the Citadel and his apartment is so imaculate it's creepy.
Oh, I fixed my computer, by the way, so now it's doing all the things a new DELL oughtta do, and I love it.
My gypsy-wagon.
