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.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
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.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Hello, October!
Whoo! Well, actually, it doesn't really feel like October, since the high today was 93 degrees and it was about 10,000% humidity. But still, it's pretty exciting to be in the general direction of fall, right?
Of course, this time of year has its drawbacks as it means that it is mid-semester, which means mid-terms, which means little Emma spends all kinds of time studying, going to extra sessions and tearing her hair out when she just can't understand what a vertical translation is in my math class (really!? I will never use that!!) In other good news, I've taken on the fun task of doing scholarships and am averaging about two or three a day. That basically means that I get to wait around for months to see if I receive $2,000 or a $25 gift card. Either way, it's a good thing, right?
Okay, rant over. Sorry, I've just been a little keyed up about all the things I have to do and continue doing for the next few weeks. Thanksgiving has never seemed brighter, despite the fact that my sisters won't be coming...Although the silver lining does come in the form of my best friend bringing her new Canadian boyfriend home from California, which will definitely be fun. I literally spent a full fifteen minutes in between my classes the other day counting until Thanksgiving and then another twenty minutes counting up the papers, tests, and events that will happen within those 55 days until my sweet release from all of this madness.
Wow! Now the rant is over. Bottom line: I'm having fun. A lot of fun. Even just sitting in my apartment, reorganizing my entire room because I had 4 cups of coffee and am experiencing an extreme caffeine buzz, is fun. I love walking through quad glancing at the different tables there selling food and raffle tickets (but only for a really quick second because about 93% of the tables are for sororities and fraternities, neither of which I am planning on joining). Still, I'm glad they're there. I love the student center, and the library and how it casts a huge shadow on the entire campus after 2 in the afternoon. I love Old Main that rings a bell on the hour, and I love my geography T.A. because he's so cute and studenty, I feel like a crush is a given. Anyway, even though I'm a complainy Janey and apparently so A.D.D. I can't even write a proper post, I am having one of those honest to goodness college experiences. And it's great.
Okay, now it's time for me to continue the college experience and go make myself some bagel bites and ramen noodles. Ah, the well balanced meals of college students! Don't worry, I'll make myself some broccoli to go along side it. It's great!
P.S. You're happy, right? Tell me about it.
Of course, this time of year has its drawbacks as it means that it is mid-semester, which means mid-terms, which means little Emma spends all kinds of time studying, going to extra sessions and tearing her hair out when she just can't understand what a vertical translation is in my math class (really!? I will never use that!!) In other good news, I've taken on the fun task of doing scholarships and am averaging about two or three a day. That basically means that I get to wait around for months to see if I receive $2,000 or a $25 gift card. Either way, it's a good thing, right?
Okay, rant over. Sorry, I've just been a little keyed up about all the things I have to do and continue doing for the next few weeks. Thanksgiving has never seemed brighter, despite the fact that my sisters won't be coming...Although the silver lining does come in the form of my best friend bringing her new Canadian boyfriend home from California, which will definitely be fun. I literally spent a full fifteen minutes in between my classes the other day counting until Thanksgiving and then another twenty minutes counting up the papers, tests, and events that will happen within those 55 days until my sweet release from all of this madness.
Wow! Now the rant is over. Bottom line: I'm having fun. A lot of fun. Even just sitting in my apartment, reorganizing my entire room because I had 4 cups of coffee and am experiencing an extreme caffeine buzz, is fun. I love walking through quad glancing at the different tables there selling food and raffle tickets (but only for a really quick second because about 93% of the tables are for sororities and fraternities, neither of which I am planning on joining). Still, I'm glad they're there. I love the student center, and the library and how it casts a huge shadow on the entire campus after 2 in the afternoon. I love Old Main that rings a bell on the hour, and I love my geography T.A. because he's so cute and studenty, I feel like a crush is a given. Anyway, even though I'm a complainy Janey and apparently so A.D.D. I can't even write a proper post, I am having one of those honest to goodness college experiences. And it's great.
Okay, now it's time for me to continue the college experience and go make myself some bagel bites and ramen noodles. Ah, the well balanced meals of college students! Don't worry, I'll make myself some broccoli to go along side it. It's great!
P.S. You're happy, right? Tell me about it.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Holy cold front, Batman, it's chilly!
Okay, okay before you all get upset at me for not paying attention to my blog, I have an excellent defense!
...I've been VERY busy. Alright, I know it's rather a lame excuse, but it's true, nonetheless. Just this week, I had a paper and two tests, one of which was a math test. Let me just say, I've been hitting the heck out of my books lately. I'm fairly certain my roommate thinks I'm a total hermit because I've been just sitting in my room with the door shut every night this week, but it's worth it, so I don't mind.
Not much else has been going on, though. I'm still getting the hang of campus and everything. Although, I am virtually a total newbie here, I feel older, like I semi-know what I'm doing. I'm not petrified to go up and talk to my teachers after class with questions and I've even gotten a complete handle on the shuttle system to my apartment from campus (which let me say, was not easy). Since I am still trying to get my ducks in a row, involvement in extra curriculars has been put on the back burner, but not for long. I actually want to get involved, and find myself checking bulletin boards just to see how much I could get away with joining. All of this has been so surreal and slightly overwhelming, but in such a good way, I couldn't be more content with it all.
The weather has been a nice change, however temporary. It's also brings back memories. I'm often finding myself thinking of this time last year, how different everything was. I had gotten the hang of things and realized it was the wrong place for me too late. Of course, I continued on in the hopes of it getting better, and it did, but here it's so different. I was walking in the quad today and found myself swelling with happiness at my situation. I really like this school and feel so much more at home. Something resembling school pride, something I haven't felt since elementary school, was rushing through me and I realized that's how college is supposed to be. So I may not know exactly what's going to happen next year, but for now, I know that I have a lot here and I am sticking to it. For now, I am in a good place, to say the least.
P.S. I hope you share what I'm feeling for everything you're doing, too.
...I've been VERY busy. Alright, I know it's rather a lame excuse, but it's true, nonetheless. Just this week, I had a paper and two tests, one of which was a math test. Let me just say, I've been hitting the heck out of my books lately. I'm fairly certain my roommate thinks I'm a total hermit because I've been just sitting in my room with the door shut every night this week, but it's worth it, so I don't mind.
Not much else has been going on, though. I'm still getting the hang of campus and everything. Although, I am virtually a total newbie here, I feel older, like I semi-know what I'm doing. I'm not petrified to go up and talk to my teachers after class with questions and I've even gotten a complete handle on the shuttle system to my apartment from campus (which let me say, was not easy). Since I am still trying to get my ducks in a row, involvement in extra curriculars has been put on the back burner, but not for long. I actually want to get involved, and find myself checking bulletin boards just to see how much I could get away with joining. All of this has been so surreal and slightly overwhelming, but in such a good way, I couldn't be more content with it all.
The weather has been a nice change, however temporary. It's also brings back memories. I'm often finding myself thinking of this time last year, how different everything was. I had gotten the hang of things and realized it was the wrong place for me too late. Of course, I continued on in the hopes of it getting better, and it did, but here it's so different. I was walking in the quad today and found myself swelling with happiness at my situation. I really like this school and feel so much more at home. Something resembling school pride, something I haven't felt since elementary school, was rushing through me and I realized that's how college is supposed to be. So I may not know exactly what's going to happen next year, but for now, I know that I have a lot here and I am sticking to it. For now, I am in a good place, to say the least.
P.S. I hope you share what I'm feeling for everything you're doing, too.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Hi...
So first of all, I'm sorry that I haven't posted anything in about 4 months. Summer is boring, therefore no good blog topics. But now that the school year has started again, get ready for blog season! Jeez, I hope at least someone bothers to check this; I wouldn't blame my readers if they didn't seeing as I'm the worst blogger ever. Well, I'm going to blog just in case I have some very loyal readers.
The semester has started and I have officially jumped into it (wearing my brand new TOMS, thanks mom). I am taking 15 hours, which shouldn't be too difficult as about 3 of those classes are GPA boosting classes (a.k.a. Intro to Fine Arts). But if the last year and the last few weeks have taught me nothing else, I need to be prepared to give about a 1,000% if I want to achieve anything, the least of which is the respect of the ones I love. So here I am, frantically packing up my room, my life so I can move into an apartment on campus, ready to spend my hours flipping madly through chapters and staining my fingers with highlighters.
Oh, yeah, for those of you that don't know (which is a few, since it happened 3 days ago...) I got an apartment! It happened so spur of the moment, I'm still trying to catch my breath. I came home from getting a pedicure with my big sister on Tuesday, and just called the housing office to get onto some sort of waiting list for a dorm, when the girl on the phone asked if I would mind living in Bobcat Village. Of course, I responded coolly and calmly with, "Mind? Are you kidding!? Can I move in today?!" So that was that. I signed a contract and got a roommate, all within about 48 hours. So as of this Sunday, I will be an official resident of San Marcos, Texas.
Almost needless to say, however, is that I am nervous. Texas State is, thankfully, very different from UTSA. But it's also a lot scarier. Although the population is about the same, Texas State seems to be bulging at the seams with the amount of people. I can't count how many times I've run full on into people because the Quad is so crowded. But it's also so great that when I get completely backwards lost, I can call Veronica or even KD, for directions to my next class easily. I even have a second home in Veronica's dorm, which is so great for crashing when I spend too much time at the library and can't make it the mile and half away to my apartment (yeah, the one downfall, it's a little far away...)
Anyway, the new year is beginning and I can feel the change, the first being that I actually really like this school. It's almost like this is my freshmen year, everything so new and ready to be experienced. Luckily, I am very willing candidate to jump on board for just about anything so I am incredibly excited just to immerse myself in this new little world at State. I hope you all are ready for some serious posting as I plan on keeping everyone updated on the goings-on so I won't be the only eager one. Okay, gotta finish packing. Hope you all have a great weekend!
P.S. Don't forget to keep me updated on everything as well, please!
The semester has started and I have officially jumped into it (wearing my brand new TOMS, thanks mom). I am taking 15 hours, which shouldn't be too difficult as about 3 of those classes are GPA boosting classes (a.k.a. Intro to Fine Arts). But if the last year and the last few weeks have taught me nothing else, I need to be prepared to give about a 1,000% if I want to achieve anything, the least of which is the respect of the ones I love. So here I am, frantically packing up my room, my life so I can move into an apartment on campus, ready to spend my hours flipping madly through chapters and staining my fingers with highlighters.
Oh, yeah, for those of you that don't know (which is a few, since it happened 3 days ago...) I got an apartment! It happened so spur of the moment, I'm still trying to catch my breath. I came home from getting a pedicure with my big sister on Tuesday, and just called the housing office to get onto some sort of waiting list for a dorm, when the girl on the phone asked if I would mind living in Bobcat Village. Of course, I responded coolly and calmly with, "Mind? Are you kidding!? Can I move in today?!" So that was that. I signed a contract and got a roommate, all within about 48 hours. So as of this Sunday, I will be an official resident of San Marcos, Texas.
Almost needless to say, however, is that I am nervous. Texas State is, thankfully, very different from UTSA. But it's also a lot scarier. Although the population is about the same, Texas State seems to be bulging at the seams with the amount of people. I can't count how many times I've run full on into people because the Quad is so crowded. But it's also so great that when I get completely backwards lost, I can call Veronica or even KD, for directions to my next class easily. I even have a second home in Veronica's dorm, which is so great for crashing when I spend too much time at the library and can't make it the mile and half away to my apartment (yeah, the one downfall, it's a little far away...)
Anyway, the new year is beginning and I can feel the change, the first being that I actually really like this school. It's almost like this is my freshmen year, everything so new and ready to be experienced. Luckily, I am very willing candidate to jump on board for just about anything so I am incredibly excited just to immerse myself in this new little world at State. I hope you all are ready for some serious posting as I plan on keeping everyone updated on the goings-on so I won't be the only eager one. Okay, gotta finish packing. Hope you all have a great weekend!
P.S. Don't forget to keep me updated on everything as well, please!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Okay, pre-finals post
Wow. My school year is 8 days from being finished. That is intensely strange. It also means that the next eight days will be full of studying, no sleep, and forgetting to shower (although since the water heater is out in my building, showering is very low on list of priorities). I keep having mini panic attacks when thinking about how much a few little tests have on the outcome of my future...Okay, nope can't think about it or I will spiral in an anxiety ridden crying jag. Whew, on to more pleasant subjects.
Seriously though, I am so close to being finished with my freshmen year that everything that I have to go through is so worth it. I just want to be finished with San Antonio. Not that San Antonio has been bad to me. It's been okay, but I am just getting sick of not being able to truly start everything. I feel like I'm constantly waiting, and it has really started to get on my nerves. If endless hours of cram sessions and forcing myself to learn a second language in just a few days means I get to permanently be an Austinite, I am okay with that.
Okay, I'm sorry this has to be so short but I keep getting distracted mentally thinking about all the things I have to do. Even as I sit here, I can't help but let my eyes roam to the piles of books filled with stuff I need to know...that I currently don't know. But no worries, I have organized out every second of the next week to the point where I think I even put a post-it in my planner reminding myself to write a blog before I have not time for recreational writing. What can I say, the stress levels are a bit high. Alright, goodbye for now readers. I'll post another once I am in the clear. I hope you're all doing well, and I love you!
P.S. Also, I hope it's not too much to ask, but please keep me in your thoughts and prayers. Lord knows I need it :)
Seriously though, I am so close to being finished with my freshmen year that everything that I have to go through is so worth it. I just want to be finished with San Antonio. Not that San Antonio has been bad to me. It's been okay, but I am just getting sick of not being able to truly start everything. I feel like I'm constantly waiting, and it has really started to get on my nerves. If endless hours of cram sessions and forcing myself to learn a second language in just a few days means I get to permanently be an Austinite, I am okay with that.
Okay, I'm sorry this has to be so short but I keep getting distracted mentally thinking about all the things I have to do. Even as I sit here, I can't help but let my eyes roam to the piles of books filled with stuff I need to know...that I currently don't know. But no worries, I have organized out every second of the next week to the point where I think I even put a post-it in my planner reminding myself to write a blog before I have not time for recreational writing. What can I say, the stress levels are a bit high. Alright, goodbye for now readers. I'll post another once I am in the clear. I hope you're all doing well, and I love you!
P.S. Also, I hope it's not too much to ask, but please keep me in your thoughts and prayers. Lord knows I need it :)
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
An Oldie but a Goodie.
Alright, so I realize I've been posting a lot more lately, but for some reason, I just have been thinking of a lot of things to right. Plus I check my other bloggers daily and whenever they write a new one, I feel the need to do one as well. Don't worry this one will be quick, I have a sociology test to study for.
So for the past, oh, fifteen minutes I have been rereading some old posts. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt the need to catch up on what I've been doing for the past few months. Let me start off with this: I am not a writer. I know some of you think that I can a little bit, and you'd think that all the reading I do would inspire some skill but it really doesn't. In fact, the only reason I do write (besides for school...and this blog) is to reread it and edit it but in the end I get too frustrated with myself and delete it all. Anyway, looking over old posts, I am shocked. Mostly that I have survived this far into college, but also how very ridiculous I am about 93% of my life. Seriously, I never like to hear about how dramatic I am or how over-analytical I am (and believe me, I hear it a lot...) but there's nothing like seeing it written in your own words. It's a little unnerving.
I suppose this all comes down to the fact that my semester slash freshmen year comes to a close in three weeks. Even now, seeing it typed out gives me little chills. It's so odd to remember freaking out about the little things and having to worry about stuff that is now so meaningless and in the past. Hah, it's very strange. Oh, also, it is a little bit mind blowing to think I have actually kept a semi-regular "journal" for this long. Definitely a first.
Blah, okay now it is officially study time. Carson is in the bathroom talking to her boyfriend (weird, but it offers some privacy for her...and quiet for me) and I need to focus. All I need to do now is give a huge thank you to the few people who care about me enough to read this thing and somewhat keep my going. Turns out to be very good therapy, one which I highly recommend. Okay, now I really have to go! Jeez, bye!
P.S. The best part about reading old blogs is reading the comments. I love you all so very much.
So for the past, oh, fifteen minutes I have been rereading some old posts. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt the need to catch up on what I've been doing for the past few months. Let me start off with this: I am not a writer. I know some of you think that I can a little bit, and you'd think that all the reading I do would inspire some skill but it really doesn't. In fact, the only reason I do write (besides for school...and this blog) is to reread it and edit it but in the end I get too frustrated with myself and delete it all. Anyway, looking over old posts, I am shocked. Mostly that I have survived this far into college, but also how very ridiculous I am about 93% of my life. Seriously, I never like to hear about how dramatic I am or how over-analytical I am (and believe me, I hear it a lot...) but there's nothing like seeing it written in your own words. It's a little unnerving.
I suppose this all comes down to the fact that my semester slash freshmen year comes to a close in three weeks. Even now, seeing it typed out gives me little chills. It's so odd to remember freaking out about the little things and having to worry about stuff that is now so meaningless and in the past. Hah, it's very strange. Oh, also, it is a little bit mind blowing to think I have actually kept a semi-regular "journal" for this long. Definitely a first.
Blah, okay now it is officially study time. Carson is in the bathroom talking to her boyfriend (weird, but it offers some privacy for her...and quiet for me) and I need to focus. All I need to do now is give a huge thank you to the few people who care about me enough to read this thing and somewhat keep my going. Turns out to be very good therapy, one which I highly recommend. Okay, now I really have to go! Jeez, bye!
P.S. The best part about reading old blogs is reading the comments. I love you all so very much.
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