Take me out tonight

I think yesterday could have been the best combination of fun and productive I've had in a very long time...Unfortunately it made today be not quite so productive, but the night is young. Yesterday, when I told people in my Psych lab that it was my good friend's 21st birthday so I needed to get things done early, their eyes widened as they asked, "Are you going out??" My eyes widened as I said, "Yes?!" As if that was a rational question to ask...

There's something so divided

Lately, I've been in a bit of a funk. I've decided to blame it on covert culture shock. I think it was a slight mistake to live by myself after coming back. I wouldn't have liked to live with randoms but I think living by myself is adding to this feeling of flailing-about that I have. Everyone keeps asking me if it's weird being back, if I'm glad I'm back. Yes, yes. I'm glad I'm back, I love my friends, I love my family, I love my university and city and everything, blah blah blah. But it's weird. I feel a little lost, a little overwhelmed. A little like "little" is an understatement. I'm sure it will just take a while to get back into a routine. Especially when I haven't always been a routine oriented person...and especially when I feel like I have so much free time. Maybe daily plannings would help. Obtaining a job is definitely on the agenda. Free time by myself in my room by myself in my apartment by myself in my building by myself...ok there are other people living there but I don't know any of them...needs to be diminished. The lack of 13 internationals sitting outside my door blasting Cher or "mesa mesa" and yelling that NipTuck is about to turn on is taking more getting used to than I had expected.

What if God were one of us

My apartment could be one of the best people-watching spots in the city. It is also right next to the area where people go to protest, preach and other activities to draw attention. During the afternoon/evenings of a normal weekday, I am generally blessed with the rantings of the two men whom I have dubbed "The God Guys"...and they pretty much yell that is not too late to repent and give your life to God. It is always painfully obvious how little buffering my windows provide from noise. The other day I was drawn to the window by singing. Looking down I could see 4 kids standing around, two with signs that I couldn't read while one girl belted out Alicia Keys...and I mean belted it out. It was definitely a welcome departure from the God Guys...but they were back the next day, telling me how I could save my soul.

Sleep like a child, peaceful and deep

I am tired. I have yet to sleep through the night at my new place. I generally wake up at 1 am and again at 4 am, then again depending on when my alarm is set for... it's getting a little ridiculous. Usually I'm not even sure what wakes me up, although last night it was definitely a group of (I'm assuming) drunk dudes and what I think was a truck unloading things into Walgreens...ugh. I think State Street is just too jumpin for me to sleep through. My exhaustion is not helped by these classes, this homework or the fact that I have actually been working out. Either way, it is not a good thing. I'm already feeling scatterbrained, wondering where the time went. I find myself questioning how many months I have been in class already...pobrecita. I better take some vitamins so I don't get sick (that was put in there just for my mom). So, I have nothing significant to say because I'm too tired to think of anything significant. First coach meetings tonight. I'm an AIESEC coach. We'll see how this goes.

sitting, waiting, wishing

My Experimental psych lab was supposed to start exactly 35 minutes ago...the TA is no where to be found. We're already a week behind the other labs because of MLK Jr Day last Monday so it seems I might be SOL for my hardest class of the semester and most important class to do well in thus far in my college career. Awesome. Anyway, still loving that we found our house and enjoying the fact that my apartment is secretly the best one of the whole place...other than it being occupied by just me. How lonely. Still no Cable in my apartment and still pretty sane in the brain (although you'll just have to take my possibly crazy word for it). We'll see what happens in the next few months. The good thing about my TA flaking on our lab is that I can sneak into the earlier marketing lecture and be done a whole hour earlier than I should be....perfect.

And that, my friends, is what is going on with me.

Pictures of Nomadfest (aka New Year's Trip) are up on the link to the right...including some I jacked from Katie80

...but can you ever just be whelmed?

It's a strange mix of complete and utter excitement for being back, seeing people I haven't seen, hugging friends, hanging out, walking through the crisp cold in packs of thousands of students stopping traffic... and complete and utter horror at the realization that this semester just might be the undoing of me. for the first time I am still tinkering with the schedule while the semester is occurring...hopefully can replace accounting with marketing and lessen the math strain put on my tiny brain. I'm not sure I can handle much more than Experimental Psychology, a class that makes psych students go to psych graduates for anxiety counseling. Let's not even talk about the other classes

I can't remember, do I always come out of the first day thinking my social life is over?

Life is life

Alright...travels over for the time being (unless you count trekking across Wisconsin in order to move)... safe and sound, comfy and clean and hanging with the parents amidst the longest move of my life.

Oh Danny boy

have replaced the mango juice with guiness...
wish I had more time with the mango juice...and the awesomeness that was Egypt