Feelings of weirdness

There's something weird about my bed. I can't quite pinpoint why my bed doesn't feel like my own and I keep waking up with parts of my back or my shoulders sore. Maybe I'm sleeping funny because somehow my body doesn't associate my bed as my own? Maybe it's because the first couple of nights I was sleeping in the bed I was feverish and delirious and somehow my body has just decided that that's not my bed, that I should be sleeping elsewhere. Or maybe I'm just trying to be too careful at night in not squeaking, because my loft is pretty squeaky.

Yeah, I know, I'm talking about some weird unconscious immune rejecting of my bed. Just bear with me here for a couple of minutes?

Maybe it's all the plushies I have crowing my bed that's making me sleep funny? I have no idea. But every morning I wake up, and I have this odd sense of disorientation, like I've woken up not where I went to sleep or like I've woken up in somebody else's bed. It's very odd. I hope my body and my brain knock it off soon, because I would like to get a real good night of rest once term starts picking up.

On other notes, my quadriceps are killing me. I think it was all those squats they made me do in Tae Kwon Do on Wednesday. I'm seriously walking like an old lady here, it's quite sad. =_=;; I was walking around the halls last night and Brian said to me, "Are you limping?" x_x I didn't know it was that obvious. But yes, if you see me hobbling about campus or wincing when I go down the stairs at home, it's entirely the fault of Tae Kwon Do being hardcore and brutal. Muscles go, "Ooowwww!"

I got my hair cut this morning. It was a little too shaggy for me to look even remotely respectable for my UCLA interviews this weekend. I like the shaggy L-ish look, but there's a different between "my hair is shaggy because I want it to be" and "my hair is shaggy because I'm too lazy to get my hair cut," and I was unfortunately sporting the latter. Now hopefully I'm sporting the former. I'm still fighting with my bangs not to have the part going on (I'm always fighting against my hair, ever since I got it cut two years ago), but after a few days I may just give up.

Death Note fans, never fear, I will probably have my hair all over the place and L-ish again by the end of the month. My hair tends to grow in unruly ways. ^_^;;

Anyways, if you don't see me blog at all this weekend, it's because I'm in LA. That's right, I have grad school interviews with UCLA this weekend, and I'm not going to be back until late Tuesday night. (I might even have to run from the airport directly to class! Huzzah!) ^_^ Wish me luck, people, because UCLA is definitely one of the places I'm totally aiming to go to for grad school. :D

I'm sad I'll be missing the huge Patriots Holiday here in New England (I can't believe I'm going to be away for Superbowl Sunday when the Pats are playing! ;_; Well, at least I was here for the Red Sox wins), so everybody who's going to be partying, party it up extra for me! ^_^

I'll also be missing talking on AIM with the girlfriend, but such is life. ;_; We'll make up the time somehow, when she finds time to get down here or I find myself a ride up there. <3 *lots of love for Mel*