my friends are gonna be there too.

So I feel into complete inconsolable despair on Sunday night and I woke up on Monday morning with a surprising sense of purpose. Previous insurmountable obstacles suddenly seemed conquerable! I could clearly discerne a sort of twisted path through everything before me, and while I wasn't and still am not super cheerful about most things, I have been steadily accomplishing things ever since. In the next few days, I'll have my study abroad application finished and sent in, I'll be registered for a full load of summer classes, and I'll have completed more exams and major assignments than I have fingers. I even redid my LJ layout and cleaned my apartment. Sort of. It is cleaner.

The downside is the fact that my sudden enthusiasm for life probably happened because suddenly my situation is so critical that I instinctively know I don't even have the time to fuck around with the sadness and moping.

Also I have developed this sort of reputation among those I go to school with. By which I mean they know my name and when they need some sort of linguistics related help they gravitate towards me, as if led there by magic. I don't know why. I haven't even taken that many linguistics classes!

I have no idea why I'm writing like this. ALL 'EM FANCY WORDS, I better beat them outta my vocab before I get myself back home and go back to smoking, drinking, and working for minimum wage. I want to fit in, and all.