Student by week, Stranger by weekend

My life has an interesting dynamic. A duality if you will. During the week, there are people who I see and socialize with. During the weekends, I have a separate group of friends. It is a very strange phenomenon. I may not be recognized by either group outside of the designated social interaction times. An anomaly occurred last night, however. The groups mixed, albeit to a small extent. John met Maria's posse during a crazy metal performance at Liquid Joes. Many of the weekend friends there I don't know as well (one I had met that night by playing Rock Band at his house -- we rocked Metallica), and none of my guy posse was there, but this was a start. To illustrate the lack of week/weekend mixing, I have known John since August and Maria since September, and this was the first meeting. It is very strange. Perhaps a new era is dawning.

Hauntings? Hallucinations?

So in the past week, I have had some interesting wake-up calls. Usually it's my Superman-themed alarm clock that is low on batteries that may or may not decide to ring and wake me up. Luckily, my internal clock isn't too bad. My internal clock, however, doesn't usually wake me up at 5am on a Saturday and following Sunday. My neighbor, however, decided for some reason to play some Native American flute music at just those times last weekend. I woke up, and I couldn't decide if I was dreaming hallucinating, or being haunted (I'm reading a book on hauntings, so that didn't help). Once I put my ear to my neighbor's wall, I discovered the source. At least it was sooting once I knew it wasn't a spirit coming to reap my soul. My internal clock also doesn't account for natural events such as earthquakes. I awoke from a restless slumber to my bed shaking, and my mind immediately went to haunting, then to dreaming, then to hallucinating. Alas, twas only an earthquake! What new ways will I be roused from unconsciousness next week? Stay tuned...

Apology

In the previous post, I meant to say:

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Sorry for the confusion.

Dear Geocomp:

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AHHHHH!

Thank you.

Chaos

A small variation in how I do in graduate school could create vastly different outcomes later in life. That's the family trait known as the Springsteen Attractor.