Day 9: An Ominous Sense of Forboding

Last night was concluded with an equal mix of awesome and not-so-awesome. I along with two other students, hit up Sweet Tomatoes again, and while the food was good, it didn't sit with me well. Unlike the first time, when we spent hours there, this time I had to leave long before the "many" hour mark. The evening lead me face first into a series of heavy headaches with Registax and frustration with my computer, which crashed a few times. This is compounded by a now-omnipresent sense of home-sickness. But enough of filling in my Blog's gap for yesterday.

Today started early, with a 7 am alarm. Then a 7:30, 8, and 8:15 alarm before I bothered to get up and grab a continental breakfast. I wasn't terribly hungery, so I snagged a muffin and some not so good coffee. Then I proceeded to be completely anti-social, sequestering myself in the room the entire day to work on the now massive pile of Saturn data I have. And I can honestly say at this point that I have little to no hope of having a picture half as decent as Juptier team. Not only has there been time issues (one file took over 4 hours to completely analize), but focus has been consistantly bad. At this point, I've decided to analize EVERY picture, and so a little bit of wavelet correction on it. Then, I'll compare all of the photos, and the best handful, I'll super analyze, and hopefully I'll get something usable out of it.

Things I missed because I'm an anti-social stick in the mud today: An "awesome" party in Jenny's room where the entire class congregated to work on data. A trip to the Biospheres to .. uhm... do something. Horseback riding. Another hike.
Things I saw because I'm an anti-social stick in the mud: lots of housecleaners. Total count for today: 7. Nasty coffee. My 8-GB flash drive (sans' cap; for some reason I knew the cap wouldn't survive the trip)

And I fear that the anti-social mood is a byproduct of an unnamed ominous sense of forboding (That I guess I just named, hm. Fancy that.) As some may know, I'm not fond of flying. Not only does it do terrible terrible things to my stomach, but just the idea that we're sitting in a couple ton iron coffin soaring at 33,000 feet fills me with dread. As such, taking a flight is a taxing experience for me, and I just today realized that between the first flights dread, which never full faded, NEXT flights dread, which is starting to well up inside of me, and the aforementioned homesickness, I have a wonderful cardcastle of unfounded worries. While it is reassuring that I have identified why i'm being an antisocial jerk, it doesn't do much to stop me from being an antisocial jerk. So in a roundabout, self-defensy sort of way, this is an indirect, informal apology to everyone I've been [directly/indirectly] a jerk to.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've two dozen more videos to analyze. Cheerio.