YES, I just quoted Katy Perry lyrics! NO, it's not because I like her!
I mean, I do, a little but only when I need a screaming-out-the-lyrics-and hoping-I'm-in-the-same-vocal-range kind of jam. Then I scan the radio stations for Miz Perry and I am rarely let down. Piece of advice, try this when you're down, it totally helps.
Anywho, the real reason for quoting that particular lyric as it's kind of accurate to my personality, or what have you. Okay, here's the explanation: I am almost always wrong. Seriously. Trivia, memories, random bits of useless information, I simply am incorrect whatever I say. In fact, I am wrong so often, I have a friend who always knows when to say the opposite is correct because if I am so adamant about one thing, it must be the other. I mean it, if I am supporting you and going along with what you're saying, just stop talking because you are probably wrong, too; I'm contagiously mistaken. I probably owe my mom hundreds of dollars, in quarters, for all the bets I've lost over the years, because, honestly, if I'm always wrong, she is always right. It's ridiculous. And unfortunately for me, Melanie seems to have inherited that trait as well, so I am just surrounded by correct people all the time. It can get old. Although, I feel like my ability to not only admit that I am constantly wrong should give me a little bit of credit. Of course, saying that probably proves it immediately false. Oh, well.
Now, don't get me wrong (tee-hee), there are times when I am right. However, as fate would have it, those times, as few as they are, have become extremely unwanted. I seem to only be right about the things I really, really don't want to be right about. When it comes to sad gossip, unfortunate situations no one wants to think about, or even just predicting bad weather, I have got that covered with a right answer. For example, I was right about my best friend, Veronica. I predicted that she would change, almost completely alter herself, when she got a long-awaited boyfriend. What I had hoped would NOT happen (which apparently means it must happen) was that the change would be for the worse. You know, won't answer calls, becomes incredibly flaky, and the few times we do hang out, she spends the entire time a) complaining about the boyfriend and b) texting and planning when she can stop hanging out with me so she can be with the boyfriend. Let me tell you, I wish I had been wrong.
Of course, there are a few scenarios when I was right that I'm actually happy about. I was right about Emma when she fated herself to find a really great guy when she swore up and down she wouldn't at Bible college; I was right that Kacey was right when she said I would like, perhaps even love Texas State; I was also right that I would change, learn things about myself, and grow the heck up. See? Being wrong almost all the time is okay, just as long as I get a few important things right. At least once in a blue moon should suffice.
I guess you could say that I've accepted my inability to be one of those people who just has all the answers, or any answers for that matter. Then again, if you know me at all, there are certain times when my being incorrect is cause for a temper tantrum (hey, it gets hard, okay?) However, in a similar boat, it has taught me such a sense of humility, and respect for those who are so correct and smart that I wouldn't trade it for being a smarty-pants. Through my many, many failings, I have learned to not only see the silver lining, but depend on it. Otherwise, I would be a very unhappy little camper. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I like being wrong. I wouldn't be who I am today without my incapacity to be right. And I don't know about you, but I kind of like me, despite my flaws and faults. So hard times of being incorrect have come my way and will keep coming my way, but it's perfectly alright since I am pretty good at handling it. Or at least, I'm learning to be.
Alright, enough of my personal philosophies for one day. I have too many exams to study for and about 3 days to study for them all. Yay, for mid-terms. Anyway, I'm sorry if this post was ridiculous and far out. I promise the next one will be boring and trivial (just kidding, I know this one was boring and trivial, too). Goodnight to all! Unless you are reading this at any other time of day...Whatever, my brain is fried. Good-whatever time of day it is that you're reading this!
P.S. Whenever you are wrong about something, just remember, I was probably wrong about it first and the situation was probably way more embarrassing for me.
P.P.S. Happy Valentine's Day! Just so you know, you'll always be my Valentine :)
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
How my February began.
Every once and awhile, I will get an inexplicable bout of insomnia, completely out of the blue. No caffeine intake, no weird foods before bed, just plain ole randomness. This happened last night. Below is a breakdown of the first day of February went (and is going) for me.
12:30 a.m. --Look at the clock, note the hour and begin to find a good stopping point.
12:35 a.m. --Turn off lamp and squish down in the covers
1:05 a.m. --Unable to sleep, not even a trace of sleepiness, which is definitely disconcerting.
1:15 a.m.--Suddenly get overwhelmed with the idea that I have no idea where I could intern this summer. Get on laptop and begin search.
1:25 a.m. --Internship search turns into Facebook/Twitter/Random blogs search.
2:15 a.m. --Still not sleepy; put away computer and re-open Ken-doll.
2:45 a.m. --Starting to get seriously concerned by lack of sleepiness; sit up in bed and stare at walls.
3:05 a.m. --Less concerned by lack of sleepiness; wander into kitchen to get some water, end up getting a bowl of Fruit-Rageous (off brand of Fruity Pebbles...it was the cheapest cereal!)
3:15 a.m. --Go back to kitchen to clean, dry and put away bowl and spoon. Stand there for about 4 minutes, lamenting my 8 a.m. wake up call.
3:29 a.m. --Re-brush my teeth. Then floss. Then use mouthwash.
3:40 a.m. --Go back to bed. Turn off light with resolve.
3:47 a.m. --People above me decide to stomp around room and listen to music loudly. I mentally curse them for not letting me sleep! Then feel bad and retract my inner insults, since I was technically awake...
4:00 a.m. --Okay. This is it! I feel sleepy! Curl up in a little ball! Time for sleep! This had better not be a foreshadowing of my February.
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8:00 a.m. --Doesn't happen. Reset alarm for 8:45.
8:45 a.m. --Wake up, surprisingly refreshed, despite my late bedtime. Then realize this will mean I will craaaash at about 11:00...
9:20 a.m. --Walk out the door, bundled up against the gross, cold weather, coffee thermos in hand. Decide it is most definitely a 'Jam to Glee soundtrack,' kind of morning. Stop myself from dancing all the way to the bus stop. Only dance part of the way.
9:45 a.m. --Sit outside of first class, attempt to read Byron; Daydream about napping while drinking my coffee and eating a Pop-Tart instead. (Oh, jeez I swear I'm not this unhealthy. They were special fiber-filled not-really-pop-tarts-Pop-Tarts!)
10:00 a.m. --I hate this geography class. He is nooo Professor Cooper. Attempt Byron again instead.
10:53 a.m. --Oh, jeez, he always let's us out late, so I have to race to my next class at the busiest time in the Quad. Run into 4 people.
11:00 a.m. --Favorite class: British Literature 1785+. Love Professor Hammett. Today, declared that Lord Byron was the Lady Gaga of the 18th century. Deee-lightful. Realize I am really, really tired. Curse you, insomnia!
11:50-12:24--Practically run through the rain to get to the Den (funky little eating spot). Pull out my turkey sandwich and my geography lab report to double check answers. Instead, play Solitaire on iTouch until I look at the clock and realize I am late to my lab. Shove all things into my backpack and rush to Evans Building.
12:27 p.m. --Marvel at the lack of foot traffic in the quad and go into lab; look at cute grad student in charge of lab and sit down.
12:32 p.m. --Remember my dislike of Physical Geography. Realize how difficult and pointless it is. Struggle over new lab report.
1:50 p.m. --Give up on lab report and decide to go to office hours later to have cute grad student explain what the heck he was talking about.
1:57 p.m. --For once, get a good seat on shuttle. Rejoice!
1:57 1/2 p.m. --Gross guy eating pizza sits too close. Rejoicing ends.
2:20 p.m. --Arrive at apartment. Look behind me to see if anyone saw my dancing on the way back. Only one person. That's a first.
2:25 p.m. --Check email. Phone rings, it's Mom! Yay! Decide L.A. won't work out for Spring Break. No yay...
2:30 p.m. --Decide it's not worth it, give into crash course set out by my lack of sleep. Aim for bed, grab Snuggie and fall blissfully asleep still dressed.
3:3o p.m. --Stupid text message wakes me up. Drowsily throw it across the room. Decide I should get up anyway, apologize to phone and return text. (Which you never responded to, Emma!)
3:34 p.m. --Decide I need a cup of hot tea and a snack (preferably healthy since I'd slacked off earlier...and at 3 a.m.)
3:45 p.m. --Roommate comes home, end up chatting in the kitchen.
4:00 p.m. --Go back to room to watch Gilmore Girls.
4:15 p.m. --Remember I hate this season. Continue watching anyway, but start to do a blog.
4:20 p.m. --Realize in horror, that I did stay up until 4 a.m. Good heavens.
4:30 p.m. --Run out of things to say.
4:45 p.m. --Make a Post-It of what I want for dinner and what I should wear to class tomorrow. Eh, and of homework I need to do.
5:00 p.m. --Decide now would be a good time to start homework...Man!
Alright, I guess I could get all metaphorical and say how, like the rest of the month, my evening is a mystery as it should be. But don't worry, I won't. If you really read all that, wow. Thanks. Time to earn my college education and read about Communications. Lucky me! So happy February all! ...And Happy preliminary Birthday, Melanie...It is her month.
P.S. I like details, as you can tell. Maybe tell me some of yours?
12:30 a.m. --Look at the clock, note the hour and begin to find a good stopping point.
12:35 a.m. --Turn off lamp and squish down in the covers
1:05 a.m. --Unable to sleep, not even a trace of sleepiness, which is definitely disconcerting.
1:15 a.m.--Suddenly get overwhelmed with the idea that I have no idea where I could intern this summer. Get on laptop and begin search.
1:25 a.m. --Internship search turns into Facebook/Twitter/Random blogs search.
2:15 a.m. --Still not sleepy; put away computer and re-open Ken-doll.
2:45 a.m. --Starting to get seriously concerned by lack of sleepiness; sit up in bed and stare at walls.
3:05 a.m. --Less concerned by lack of sleepiness; wander into kitchen to get some water, end up getting a bowl of Fruit-Rageous (off brand of Fruity Pebbles...it was the cheapest cereal!)
3:15 a.m. --Go back to kitchen to clean, dry and put away bowl and spoon. Stand there for about 4 minutes, lamenting my 8 a.m. wake up call.
3:29 a.m. --Re-brush my teeth. Then floss. Then use mouthwash.
3:40 a.m. --Go back to bed. Turn off light with resolve.
3:47 a.m. --People above me decide to stomp around room and listen to music loudly. I mentally curse them for not letting me sleep! Then feel bad and retract my inner insults, since I was technically awake...
4:00 a.m. --Okay. This is it! I feel sleepy! Curl up in a little ball! Time for sleep! This had better not be a foreshadowing of my February.
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8:00 a.m. --Doesn't happen. Reset alarm for 8:45.
8:45 a.m. --Wake up, surprisingly refreshed, despite my late bedtime. Then realize this will mean I will craaaash at about 11:00...
9:20 a.m. --Walk out the door, bundled up against the gross, cold weather, coffee thermos in hand. Decide it is most definitely a 'Jam to Glee soundtrack,' kind of morning. Stop myself from dancing all the way to the bus stop. Only dance part of the way.
9:45 a.m. --Sit outside of first class, attempt to read Byron; Daydream about napping while drinking my coffee and eating a Pop-Tart instead. (Oh, jeez I swear I'm not this unhealthy. They were special fiber-filled not-really-pop-tarts-Pop-Tarts!)
10:00 a.m. --I hate this geography class. He is nooo Professor Cooper. Attempt Byron again instead.
10:53 a.m. --Oh, jeez, he always let's us out late, so I have to race to my next class at the busiest time in the Quad. Run into 4 people.
11:00 a.m. --Favorite class: British Literature 1785+. Love Professor Hammett. Today, declared that Lord Byron was the Lady Gaga of the 18th century. Deee-lightful. Realize I am really, really tired. Curse you, insomnia!
11:50-12:24--Practically run through the rain to get to the Den (funky little eating spot). Pull out my turkey sandwich and my geography lab report to double check answers. Instead, play Solitaire on iTouch until I look at the clock and realize I am late to my lab. Shove all things into my backpack and rush to Evans Building.
12:27 p.m. --Marvel at the lack of foot traffic in the quad and go into lab; look at cute grad student in charge of lab and sit down.
12:32 p.m. --Remember my dislike of Physical Geography. Realize how difficult and pointless it is. Struggle over new lab report.
1:50 p.m. --Give up on lab report and decide to go to office hours later to have cute grad student explain what the heck he was talking about.
1:57 p.m. --For once, get a good seat on shuttle. Rejoice!
1:57 1/2 p.m. --Gross guy eating pizza sits too close. Rejoicing ends.
2:20 p.m. --Arrive at apartment. Look behind me to see if anyone saw my dancing on the way back. Only one person. That's a first.
2:25 p.m. --Check email. Phone rings, it's Mom! Yay! Decide L.A. won't work out for Spring Break. No yay...
2:30 p.m. --Decide it's not worth it, give into crash course set out by my lack of sleep. Aim for bed, grab Snuggie and fall blissfully asleep still dressed.
3:3o p.m. --Stupid text message wakes me up. Drowsily throw it across the room. Decide I should get up anyway, apologize to phone and return text. (Which you never responded to, Emma!)
3:34 p.m. --Decide I need a cup of hot tea and a snack (preferably healthy since I'd slacked off earlier...and at 3 a.m.)
3:45 p.m. --Roommate comes home, end up chatting in the kitchen.
4:00 p.m. --Go back to room to watch Gilmore Girls.
4:15 p.m. --Remember I hate this season. Continue watching anyway, but start to do a blog.
4:20 p.m. --Realize in horror, that I did stay up until 4 a.m. Good heavens.
4:30 p.m. --Run out of things to say.
4:45 p.m. --Make a Post-It of what I want for dinner and what I should wear to class tomorrow. Eh, and of homework I need to do.
5:00 p.m. --Decide now would be a good time to start homework...Man!
Alright, I guess I could get all metaphorical and say how, like the rest of the month, my evening is a mystery as it should be. But don't worry, I won't. If you really read all that, wow. Thanks. Time to earn my college education and read about Communications. Lucky me! So happy February all! ...And Happy preliminary Birthday, Melanie...It is her month.
P.S. I like details, as you can tell. Maybe tell me some of yours?
Monday, January 25, 2010
My mother.
Today is my mother's birthday. She turns 21 today, which seems odd, since her oldest daughter is about to turn 23. Oh, well, let's not look too closely at that :)
Anyway, this post is not dedicated to my mother. It's dedicated to the all the amazing and wonderful things she's given me; all the love and lessons she's bestowed over my nineteen years, that without, I could not survive to see my 2oth birthday. This post is for all the times I have belligerently realized how right and smart my mother was, while still stubbornly disagreeing. This post is for every time I had unthinkingly reached for the phone because there is no other true solution besides than asking my mother. Truly, this post is for every time I have thanked my lucky, lucky stars I have a blessing so great as my mother.
Sure, we fight, my mother and me. We fight, we cry, we yell, we insult, and we hurt. But not as often (anymore...). Now, as I've grown up, the things I've learned that I cannot live without are how we laugh, we talk, we banter, we learn, we gossip, we joke, we enjoy and above all else, times a million, how we love. I'm sure, dramatically, that I could NOT go on without her love. It is the single most important reassurance I need when things are too tough, too impossible, and too frustrating.
There are things about my mother that I have, at times, taken for granted and at times, I have thanked the Lord aloud for; her countless talents, her seemingly endless wisdom, and her near perfect patience, to name a few. There are the things that she has taught me, the things she is still teaching me, and the things I can only hope and pray to have her teach me in the future. Without everything she has given me, I would basically be that weird kid, eating paste in the corner.
But the bottom line to this small tribute to my mother is that, at the end of the day, knowing that she is in my corner is what allows me to continue on to the next day. Her love and approval is what I seek more than anything in my life, with everything I do. If it weren't for the truly great women that I call my mom, there is little that I would be able to accomplish. What I am trying to say, as always, with too many words is, Mom, I love you. Pretty much more than anything. And happy birthday :)
P.S. Because in my heart and with my mouth, I could never say it enough, thank you.
Anyway, this post is not dedicated to my mother. It's dedicated to the all the amazing and wonderful things she's given me; all the love and lessons she's bestowed over my nineteen years, that without, I could not survive to see my 2oth birthday. This post is for all the times I have belligerently realized how right and smart my mother was, while still stubbornly disagreeing. This post is for every time I had unthinkingly reached for the phone because there is no other true solution besides than asking my mother. Truly, this post is for every time I have thanked my lucky, lucky stars I have a blessing so great as my mother.
Sure, we fight, my mother and me. We fight, we cry, we yell, we insult, and we hurt. But not as often (anymore...). Now, as I've grown up, the things I've learned that I cannot live without are how we laugh, we talk, we banter, we learn, we gossip, we joke, we enjoy and above all else, times a million, how we love. I'm sure, dramatically, that I could NOT go on without her love. It is the single most important reassurance I need when things are too tough, too impossible, and too frustrating.
There are things about my mother that I have, at times, taken for granted and at times, I have thanked the Lord aloud for; her countless talents, her seemingly endless wisdom, and her near perfect patience, to name a few. There are the things that she has taught me, the things she is still teaching me, and the things I can only hope and pray to have her teach me in the future. Without everything she has given me, I would basically be that weird kid, eating paste in the corner.
But the bottom line to this small tribute to my mother is that, at the end of the day, knowing that she is in my corner is what allows me to continue on to the next day. Her love and approval is what I seek more than anything in my life, with everything I do. If it weren't for the truly great women that I call my mom, there is little that I would be able to accomplish. What I am trying to say, as always, with too many words is, Mom, I love you. Pretty much more than anything. And happy birthday :)
P.S. Because in my heart and with my mouth, I could never say it enough, thank you.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Yikes!
My.Allergies!!!!!
That is the highlight of my day and I'm thinking my week. I am currently incredibly incapacitated on my couch watching TV because there is a (sorry, this is gross) river of fluid flowing out of my nose, eyes, and mouth. It is disgusting and all because I had my windows down while driving around San Marcos. WHAT IS THAT? Anyway, it literally got so bad, I had to beg a friend to bring me lotioned tissues and benadryl because I was completely out of both and was afraid a sudden sneezing fit would be my demise if I attempted to drive. Therefore, I was on my death bed, using napkins against my poor nose and just wandering around my apartment, wondering about my bad luck.
So, complaining aside, I am very comfortably back in my apartment after a semi-smooth transition back to San Marcos after a long winter break. I say semi- because it was a very strange experience leaving home. Being the extremist that I am, I was torn by two emotions so strongly, it threw my off for a long time. Half of me was ecstatic, so excited about leaving, I had my suitcase packed a full week before I had to leave (which was more than a hassle as I had to keep pulling stuff out of it) while the other half was hesitant, unsure of the next few steps enough to make me want to stay not only in my house, but in my bed and attempt to hide from the world. Luckily, I seemed to have found a balance between the two extremes as I am very content, despite wanting to hack out my sinuses.
Of course, it wouldn't be my life without a healthy dose of stress. A particular stressful moment occurred this morning as I was finishing up packing, when I checked my e-mail, only to receive a message from the Registrar's office saying that I had been dropped from all of my classes, due to lack of payment. I immediately panicked, checked everything I could, only to find that I had in fact paid (which I knew I had). Nonetheless, I was stilled dropped from my classes and pretty much stuck. After approximately 4 minutes of mad internet searching, one crazed phone call and a desperate email response, I just calmly put it on the back burner, as there is nothing that can be done until Monday anyway. Besides that, I know that it will get fixed and since I wasn't that attached to any of my classes, I decided that this particular stressed out incident, which this morning seemed like a crash barrier, was more like a suburban speed bump and shouldn't give me an unnecessary headache. Of course, there was still a tightness in my chest and I still checked my email every 5 minutes to see if the Registrar had responded, but otherwise, I am become very zen about all of this. Can you believe it!?
Besides that, I am still fairly excited to start this semester despite its various hardships. Hah, again, my life seems to happen, as I will unfortunately have to start it without a good friend of mine who has decided to go to a different school, since it seems to be the easier, less stressful option. Which, in a word, sucks. This person helped me through a particular trouble involving another friend, a situation that has yet to be resolved, but now again I am on my own. As complicated as that seems, I still think it's for the best and most definitely happened for a reason, even if it's hard to see right about now. Regardless, the pleasure of starting fresh and new is alive and well in this allergy-ridden girl and I cannot wait to sit in my classes, even if I have no idea what they may be.
Okay, the benadryl is kicking in and my warm bed is calling, even if my nasal passages are protesting. I think it is time for me to head to sleep. I promise to update again soon, if my allergies haven't killed me yet. Love to all and prayers for even more :)
P.S. Don't worry. If you miss me, just remember that I miss you much, much more.
That is the highlight of my day and I'm thinking my week. I am currently incredibly incapacitated on my couch watching TV because there is a (sorry, this is gross) river of fluid flowing out of my nose, eyes, and mouth. It is disgusting and all because I had my windows down while driving around San Marcos. WHAT IS THAT? Anyway, it literally got so bad, I had to beg a friend to bring me lotioned tissues and benadryl because I was completely out of both and was afraid a sudden sneezing fit would be my demise if I attempted to drive. Therefore, I was on my death bed, using napkins against my poor nose and just wandering around my apartment, wondering about my bad luck.
So, complaining aside, I am very comfortably back in my apartment after a semi-smooth transition back to San Marcos after a long winter break. I say semi- because it was a very strange experience leaving home. Being the extremist that I am, I was torn by two emotions so strongly, it threw my off for a long time. Half of me was ecstatic, so excited about leaving, I had my suitcase packed a full week before I had to leave (which was more than a hassle as I had to keep pulling stuff out of it) while the other half was hesitant, unsure of the next few steps enough to make me want to stay not only in my house, but in my bed and attempt to hide from the world. Luckily, I seemed to have found a balance between the two extremes as I am very content, despite wanting to hack out my sinuses.
Of course, it wouldn't be my life without a healthy dose of stress. A particular stressful moment occurred this morning as I was finishing up packing, when I checked my e-mail, only to receive a message from the Registrar's office saying that I had been dropped from all of my classes, due to lack of payment. I immediately panicked, checked everything I could, only to find that I had in fact paid (which I knew I had). Nonetheless, I was stilled dropped from my classes and pretty much stuck. After approximately 4 minutes of mad internet searching, one crazed phone call and a desperate email response, I just calmly put it on the back burner, as there is nothing that can be done until Monday anyway. Besides that, I know that it will get fixed and since I wasn't that attached to any of my classes, I decided that this particular stressed out incident, which this morning seemed like a crash barrier, was more like a suburban speed bump and shouldn't give me an unnecessary headache. Of course, there was still a tightness in my chest and I still checked my email every 5 minutes to see if the Registrar had responded, but otherwise, I am become very zen about all of this. Can you believe it!?
Besides that, I am still fairly excited to start this semester despite its various hardships. Hah, again, my life seems to happen, as I will unfortunately have to start it without a good friend of mine who has decided to go to a different school, since it seems to be the easier, less stressful option. Which, in a word, sucks. This person helped me through a particular trouble involving another friend, a situation that has yet to be resolved, but now again I am on my own. As complicated as that seems, I still think it's for the best and most definitely happened for a reason, even if it's hard to see right about now. Regardless, the pleasure of starting fresh and new is alive and well in this allergy-ridden girl and I cannot wait to sit in my classes, even if I have no idea what they may be.
Okay, the benadryl is kicking in and my warm bed is calling, even if my nasal passages are protesting. I think it is time for me to head to sleep. I promise to update again soon, if my allergies haven't killed me yet. Love to all and prayers for even more :)
P.S. Don't worry. If you miss me, just remember that I miss you much, much more.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Alright, I've been bad. I haven't posted in a few months and I truly don't have an explanation why. Perhaps it is blog ennui and I've been feeling a little lonely on my blog-world for lack of readers. But, this morning, I woke up (very late, winter break is a lovely thing), and felt the need to do a blog. Don't worry, people, there is hope yet!
So, the few things that have happened: finally finished with fall semester. But honestly, it was not that bad. In fact, I daresay it was pretty good. It flew by at a incredibly slow pace, which might not make sense, but it's how it was. Looking back, I can't believe it's over, but at the same time, every day held really important meaning so it's a semi-relief that it's able to have a few calm couple of weeks. As desperate as I am for a job and getting things moving, it is nice to have nothing to do for awhile...whoops.
Anyway, other than that, not much has been going on. Finals were a mess, but they are thankfully over with fairly pleasing results. As the spring semester swiftly approaches, there is a motivation there that wasn't there before. You can't believe what a consolation that is, knowing that I can in fact do this with not only some fun, but excitement as well? Who know?
Okay, I've been doing some work for my dad and unfortunately I must finish. I promise to post again very soon. Besides that, I really do hope you all have a great Christmas and just a good holiday season. I know each and every one of the people that might come across this silly little blog totally deserve, maybe more than most. Alright, I love you, a lot.
So, the few things that have happened: finally finished with fall semester. But honestly, it was not that bad. In fact, I daresay it was pretty good. It flew by at a incredibly slow pace, which might not make sense, but it's how it was. Looking back, I can't believe it's over, but at the same time, every day held really important meaning so it's a semi-relief that it's able to have a few calm couple of weeks. As desperate as I am for a job and getting things moving, it is nice to have nothing to do for awhile...whoops.
Anyway, other than that, not much has been going on. Finals were a mess, but they are thankfully over with fairly pleasing results. As the spring semester swiftly approaches, there is a motivation there that wasn't there before. You can't believe what a consolation that is, knowing that I can in fact do this with not only some fun, but excitement as well? Who know?
Okay, I've been doing some work for my dad and unfortunately I must finish. I promise to post again very soon. Besides that, I really do hope you all have a great Christmas and just a good holiday season. I know each and every one of the people that might come across this silly little blog totally deserve, maybe more than most. Alright, I love you, a lot.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Falling Back
So, this has been the longest week of my life. You know how people say that, and it's insanely hyperbolic so it doesn't count? Well, this is for real.
First off, some very sad news befell my family last weekend when we discovered a most beloved pet had to be put to sleep. A tumor was discovered in Kirk that turned out to be fatal, and that's that. As you can tell, I don't actually feel like talking about it, as it's turned out to be too sad to handle.
Secondly, there's something wrong me. A couple of weeks ago, I started having these odd, sharp but extremely short chest pains that didn't seem like anything serious. That is, until about Sunday when the pain became dull and constant around my heart to the point of utmost annoyance. In fact, Monday night at about 2 a.m. when I couldn't sleep because of my stupid heart, I started Googling. Let me be the word of warning, don't Google illness' when you are scared and unsure in the middle of the night. It is the worst thing to do. Especially when it is chest pain and especially when it's on the left side. Anyway, panic ensued when everything I read told me to contact emergency services immediately, so I called my wonderful mother at 2 in the morning and she calmed me down.
The next day I went to the health center on campus where a friendly doctor told me it was most likely the acid in my stomach freaking out and rising too far in my chest and hurting my esophagus. She gave me some medicine and sent me on my way. Alas, the pain did not go away. But, knowing I wouldn't go into cardiac arrest at any given moment, I decided to hold out until Friday when I could go see my own doctor in Austin. So I waited, taking Maalox when the pain was slightly unbearable, and staying away from all foods that have any acid in them.
Finally, I make it to Dr. Hanley's office, only to hear that she has no idea what's wrong with me. She did an EKG, recommended a chest x-ray, drew some blood, and gave me something that MIGHT help. So here I am, stuck in square one, with a hurting chest and wondering if that soda I drank last night is what's making it so much worse.
Anyway, stressful week, not to mention two tests in my two hardest classes (I.Hate.Math.) and still job hunting through the whole thing. Oh, plus Halloween was this weekend, which is always madness. So all around, it's been some fairly tough times in the world of Emma. Luckily, the next two weeks will be filled with a few more tests, a handful of analyses and reviews, plus a giant research paper due the week before Thanksgiving, so I'll have things to look forward to...
Okay, enough complaining for now, I'm just very, very tired from a fairly rough weekend. I hope you all are doing well and that I'll hear from you soon. Now I have a whole lot of dreaded math homework to deal with and House episodes to watch (new obsession, which probably helped along the whole panic attack in the middle of the night) so I should end this fairly soon. Love and positive thoughts being sent!
P.S. Please don't worry, I'll be fine and will tell you if I'm not.
First off, some very sad news befell my family last weekend when we discovered a most beloved pet had to be put to sleep. A tumor was discovered in Kirk that turned out to be fatal, and that's that. As you can tell, I don't actually feel like talking about it, as it's turned out to be too sad to handle.
Secondly, there's something wrong me. A couple of weeks ago, I started having these odd, sharp but extremely short chest pains that didn't seem like anything serious. That is, until about Sunday when the pain became dull and constant around my heart to the point of utmost annoyance. In fact, Monday night at about 2 a.m. when I couldn't sleep because of my stupid heart, I started Googling. Let me be the word of warning, don't Google illness' when you are scared and unsure in the middle of the night. It is the worst thing to do. Especially when it is chest pain and especially when it's on the left side. Anyway, panic ensued when everything I read told me to contact emergency services immediately, so I called my wonderful mother at 2 in the morning and she calmed me down.
The next day I went to the health center on campus where a friendly doctor told me it was most likely the acid in my stomach freaking out and rising too far in my chest and hurting my esophagus. She gave me some medicine and sent me on my way. Alas, the pain did not go away. But, knowing I wouldn't go into cardiac arrest at any given moment, I decided to hold out until Friday when I could go see my own doctor in Austin. So I waited, taking Maalox when the pain was slightly unbearable, and staying away from all foods that have any acid in them.
Finally, I make it to Dr. Hanley's office, only to hear that she has no idea what's wrong with me. She did an EKG, recommended a chest x-ray, drew some blood, and gave me something that MIGHT help. So here I am, stuck in square one, with a hurting chest and wondering if that soda I drank last night is what's making it so much worse.
Anyway, stressful week, not to mention two tests in my two hardest classes (I.Hate.Math.) and still job hunting through the whole thing. Oh, plus Halloween was this weekend, which is always madness. So all around, it's been some fairly tough times in the world of Emma. Luckily, the next two weeks will be filled with a few more tests, a handful of analyses and reviews, plus a giant research paper due the week before Thanksgiving, so I'll have things to look forward to...
Okay, enough complaining for now, I'm just very, very tired from a fairly rough weekend. I hope you all are doing well and that I'll hear from you soon. Now I have a whole lot of dreaded math homework to deal with and House episodes to watch (new obsession, which probably helped along the whole panic attack in the middle of the night) so I should end this fairly soon. Love and positive thoughts being sent!
P.S. Please don't worry, I'll be fine and will tell you if I'm not.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Meet Harold, my piggy bank.
So, he's a purple pig that my mom gave me and he is just adorable. He's got cute flower designs all over him and giant pig ears, such a looker. Oh, and he's helping me save up my change so I can "buy something nice for myself" as my mother said when she gave me Harold.
Anyway, the transition of this is actually relevant to Harold as some things have been going on lately that involve money and the management thereof. Basically, I finally convinced my parents that it's time for me to have a car of my own, to which they agreed to and we all got started on the long, harrowing journey of finding said automobile. For the last two weeks or so, I have been searching craigslist like nobodies business, researching jobs available, and looking into to student loans. All in all, driving myself, and my parents, absolutely insane with the search, pun intended. Surprisingly, though, it seems to paid off, and I'm almost 93% sure I'll have a vehicle of my very own by the end of this week. Yay!
Other than that, not much has been happening. I'm doing remarkably stellar in my geography class (as in high A's for test. Say what?!) and loving it just as much. I've even gone so far as to inquire after a possible job as a supplementary instructor next year (which is kind of like a T.A. but for the students) just because it's really interesting and I'm doing so well. Oh, and speaking of inquiring for next year, I've emailed the resident directors about becoming an R.A. next year. They have sent me an application and everything, so let's pray that that turns out. Jeez, also, speaking of praying, I think I've joined a Christian Ministry on campus. A woman came up to me one day during my break and asked me if I was interested in joining one and I gave her my number. Unfortunately, I've been pretty busy so I haven't had a chance to attend any of the Bible studies or services, but I am definitely in contact with Maggie (leader chick) and plan on going so, again, yay!
Okay, enough of the inter-related parts of my life and on to everything else...Yeah, not much, again. Just taking it all as it comes, with exams, math homework and weekly papers for my Fine Arts class, basically trying to get by with the absolute best possible grades possible? Hopefully? Anyway, as time is going by so fast I wish it would slow down enough so it could only fly by, I am simply sitting in classes, the library, and Veronica's dorm watching it all beautifully come and go. It's great! Okay, time to get back to my online homework, a.k.a. the bane of my existence. I hope you're all having a good time, although I have been a little too busy to keep up with most of you. So give me a call next time you're free. I could use a friendly voice, maybe just maybe.
P.S. Jeez louise, I miss you a whole lot. And that is about as legit as it gets.
Anyway, the transition of this is actually relevant to Harold as some things have been going on lately that involve money and the management thereof. Basically, I finally convinced my parents that it's time for me to have a car of my own, to which they agreed to and we all got started on the long, harrowing journey of finding said automobile. For the last two weeks or so, I have been searching craigslist like nobodies business, researching jobs available, and looking into to student loans. All in all, driving myself, and my parents, absolutely insane with the search, pun intended. Surprisingly, though, it seems to paid off, and I'm almost 93% sure I'll have a vehicle of my very own by the end of this week. Yay!
Other than that, not much has been happening. I'm doing remarkably stellar in my geography class (as in high A's for test. Say what?!) and loving it just as much. I've even gone so far as to inquire after a possible job as a supplementary instructor next year (which is kind of like a T.A. but for the students) just because it's really interesting and I'm doing so well. Oh, and speaking of inquiring for next year, I've emailed the resident directors about becoming an R.A. next year. They have sent me an application and everything, so let's pray that that turns out. Jeez, also, speaking of praying, I think I've joined a Christian Ministry on campus. A woman came up to me one day during my break and asked me if I was interested in joining one and I gave her my number. Unfortunately, I've been pretty busy so I haven't had a chance to attend any of the Bible studies or services, but I am definitely in contact with Maggie (leader chick) and plan on going so, again, yay!
Okay, enough of the inter-related parts of my life and on to everything else...Yeah, not much, again. Just taking it all as it comes, with exams, math homework and weekly papers for my Fine Arts class, basically trying to get by with the absolute best possible grades possible? Hopefully? Anyway, as time is going by so fast I wish it would slow down enough so it could only fly by, I am simply sitting in classes, the library, and Veronica's dorm watching it all beautifully come and go. It's great! Okay, time to get back to my online homework, a.k.a. the bane of my existence. I hope you're all having a good time, although I have been a little too busy to keep up with most of you. So give me a call next time you're free. I could use a friendly voice, maybe just maybe.
P.S. Jeez louise, I miss you a whole lot. And that is about as legit as it gets.
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