Tales from my bed

Don't get excited. Not what you think.

When I am trying to get to sleep, I switch positions at least twice before I actually fall asleep. (side note: this is why I don't like sleeping in the same bed as other people. I feel bad for them, and irritated that I have to worry about the possibility of throwing an uppercut or horizontal roundhouse to the face) Sometimes when I was young and having a particularly hard time of getting to sleep, I would get so frustrated and the only thing that helped was to switch ends of the bed and sleep with my feet at the headboard. Such a strange thing, but it worked every time. That change of scenery, if you will, was enough to settle me down and I could fall asleep pretty easily from there. Of course I didn't need to do it every night - I had that bed from age 5-22 and most nights were comfortable and warm and everything I needed, with my head properly by my headboard. It was just every so often, I needed a change.

I have been living with my parents for almost three years now, since I graduated from VT. Except for a few weekend trips, I haven't gone anywhere. Wanderlust is my middle name. By now you all know that I'm applying to a London internship for the summer. I would work for a company (based on my own interests and determined upon my acceptance) during June and July. I've been to London twice as a tourist, and now I really want to be there to work and live as a regular person. It's everything I could want in a program. I am excited and nervous, since I mailed my application materials yesterday and now I wait.

Interestingly enough, last night I was having trouble sleeping and gave the ol' switcheroo a try. Also, I wish I had a better word than switcheroo. Regardless of word choice, it still worked.

There is so much that I love about Reston, and DC, and sometimes I get the feeling that no place will every compare. I'd want to move somewhere that is just like this area (only cheaper...please.). But it's been three years and I am beyond ready to change things up.

Did You Know? Part One

...that blogging is a wonderful way to avoid doing the more important things you should be doing? I’m sure you did know that, because so is blog-reading.

Earlier tonight I thought I had something to say, but now it seems…I’m at a loss. But I’m determined to write something that isn’t my homework. I guess we can quickly move into “Did You Know” part deux: My banner is named after my all-time favorite Guster song of the same name. (I secretly think I’m clever for creating that banner with the name just peeking out there. Not-so-secretly, I’m not that clever.) I adore this song and a few years ago I thought it captured who and where I was…and in hindsight it definitely wasn’t. You can see the "2004-2005 Me" link to the right that was my old livejournal from junior and senior year. Most of them are pretty happy-go-lucky; I was still in the bubble of college and I really didn't have a lot of worries. I wish I hadn't deleted my 2005-2006 blog - I remember a lot of those posts being emotional and negative. I think that was still the old me; the person in the song that is half-asleep and lacking direction. And then 2007 came along and with a couple great things came a lot of awful things. And now, in 2008, it's like I am coming out of a fog and realizing everything I have in front of me, and it's looking pretty good. That's not to say I still don't have bad days, but with the friends that I have and a great education in the works, and a supportive and loving family, and (for the most part) my health, that's really all I need. I have direction.



I guess what I'm saying is...I'm coming downstairs and saying hello in 2008.