Too lazy

There are so many important things I should be doing with my time. Why am I here, writing a blog post?

Too lazy.

Now, I feel great pride for the simplicity of life that is mine right now. I love the fact that I can sleep 10 of the 14 daylight hours with minimal damage to my agenda, but that doesn't mean it ends up being much fun. I mean, the first 8 hours of anything can be okay, depending on what it is and who's on your team. But after 13 hours of being unconscious, you want to spend some quality time building enough memories to keep you believing that it really is possibly Tuesday already.

Classes are going great. I'm feeling good about grades, and pretty okay decent maybe not so much about language fluency. I tell you what though, there's nothing like taking K'iche' and ASL at once to get you translating everything that walks by into ideas, rather than words. I hear that's harder than it sounds - that many people don't really believe that it's possible for most people to think in complete thoughts without introducing a syntax and sound system to the brew. Maybe they're right, but I feel that, at certain times of clear thought, I can manage it.

There's a couple being ridiculously cute just in my peripheral vision. She looks a bit like Broom Curls. He looks nothing like Existential Linguist. As expected, they've raised my blood pressure a tad.

And I'm officially watching my weight. Yes, the referees of my health are sprinting to my navel as we speak. The goalkeepers of my marrow are beelining it for my bones.