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So, just got an email from Dr. Cleland, the prof. that's sponsering and advising my research study. He's working on another project at the moment, and he wanted to know if I could help. As in - he specifically asked *me* to help. It's only about 10 hours, paying $10 an hour, but hey! That's research experience to add to my portfolio. It's also another hundred bucks that could potentially help claw myself out of the poor house. And really? Brad's a happier camper (any gay jokes and I'll have to hurt someone) when he's got some money to burn and all of his bills paid. Yes, yes he is.
As for the other thing, the post from yesterday, I was just reading it and damned if I don't sound like a lifetime movie. I'm suprisingly not that upset over it. Just, ironically, suprised. So don't anyone be all sad for me, because if anything this helps me. I was thinking about it last night, and I realized that despite all of that which I didn't know, I've still lived the last two years to the best of my ability, and I've grown because of it. Knowing the truth doesn't make any of that less real. So in the end, yeah I kinda got the raw deal, but I'm better off for it. And there endeth the lesson (guess who's been watching S7 again?). That's all I really have to say about him, the situation, or any of the events surrounding it.
Front page news today is that I start school in a week, and I'm way overexcited. I got all giddy the other day while I was going through and tabbing and organizing my binders and files and bookshelves getting everythign ready. I bought a few of my books already, and I've nearly finished one of the history ones (Black Death: The Great Mortality of 1348-1350 by John Alberth). I'm really kind of psyched about my Medieval people class. Except for one thing: for whatever reason, when remembering how much I liked my Middle Ages class in high school, I completely forgot that at least 60% of the events in the Middle Ages happened to be about the Rise of Christianity. Which I could happily live the rest of my life and never hear about it again. Ah well - at least I'm primed for it.
And today's back story is: I'm fucking tired. I couldn't sleep last night (go figure, with all that on my mind) and I finally dozed off around 4ish. I had to be up at 6 to get ready for work. My body is temporarily fucked up because Sunday I didn't go to bed until the sun was coming up, and today I had to get up while it was still dark out. So right now, I'm going home to collapse on the bed and not move again until I have to go to work tomorrow afternoon. Have I mentioned that I'm trying to make as much money as possible?
As for the other thing, the post from yesterday, I was just reading it and damned if I don't sound like a lifetime movie. I'm suprisingly not that upset over it. Just, ironically, suprised. So don't anyone be all sad for me, because if anything this helps me. I was thinking about it last night, and I realized that despite all of that which I didn't know, I've still lived the last two years to the best of my ability, and I've grown because of it. Knowing the truth doesn't make any of that less real. So in the end, yeah I kinda got the raw deal, but I'm better off for it. And there endeth the lesson (guess who's been watching S7 again?). That's all I really have to say about him, the situation, or any of the events surrounding it.
Front page news today is that I start school in a week, and I'm way overexcited. I got all giddy the other day while I was going through and tabbing and organizing my binders and files and bookshelves getting everythign ready. I bought a few of my books already, and I've nearly finished one of the history ones (Black Death: The Great Mortality of 1348-1350 by John Alberth). I'm really kind of psyched about my Medieval people class. Except for one thing: for whatever reason, when remembering how much I liked my Middle Ages class in high school, I completely forgot that at least 60% of the events in the Middle Ages happened to be about the Rise of Christianity. Which I could happily live the rest of my life and never hear about it again. Ah well - at least I'm primed for it.
And today's back story is: I'm fucking tired. I couldn't sleep last night (go figure, with all that on my mind) and I finally dozed off around 4ish. I had to be up at 6 to get ready for work. My body is temporarily fucked up because Sunday I didn't go to bed until the sun was coming up, and today I had to get up while it was still dark out. So right now, I'm going home to collapse on the bed and not move again until I have to go to work tomorrow afternoon. Have I mentioned that I'm trying to make as much money as possible?