This has been a very long week.
Let's just say, it's that time of the semester. Professors feel it is their duty to heap work upon their students, assuming that their class is the only class worth focusing on. News flash: it's not.
Seriously, I had a test on Thursday in Mass Comm and a test Friday in British Lit, but both went well. I had a test this morning in Geography, but he let us have a whole 8x11 page as a cheat sheet (I swear, this man cannot be a real professor) so I'm not worried about that. Tomorrow I have to give a speech in my comm class that is worth as much as an exam, but I'm doing it on a subject I gave a speech on last year so it's not that big of a deal. Plus I still have enough theatre training in me to make public speaking a piece of cake.
Do you see the trend? I'm completely not hassled at all. It's actually got me worried that I'm not worried about anything. Sure, there is a lot of work and studying to do, but I get it done in a timely fashion. Yeah, I have a lot on my plate but it's really not getting me down. If I feel especially bogged, I just go to a coffeehouse, sit on the porch in the sun, and sip an Americano. Just like that, I gain some perspective and get back to work. I'm doing my reading, I'm writing my papers, I'm studying for tests, all with a minimum amount of stress. It is enough to drive me crazy, but isn't.
Plus, if schoolwork wasn't enough, the universe apparently would like to test me some more. For instance, I had a very tiring but incredibly delightful weekend at home babysitting Lena and George with my mom. As I was driving back to school from Austin, I began to feel nauseous, but ignored it and kept driving, joking with my friend about it. Big mistake. I barely made it to San Marcos when I had to pull into an empty parking lot, open my door, and well...you know... several times. Whether it was menstrual side affects, allergies, or just a weird mishap, it happened two more times back at my apartment. It kept me out of classes on Monday, but I felt completely fine on Tuesday and haven't really given it a second thought.
And, less dramatically but still important, this afternoon I was taking a shower and shaving my legs with a new razor, and not really paying attention. Before I knew it, I had gashed a huge cut above my ankle at least 2 inches long and an inch thick. Luckily, it was fairly shallow but bled for almost an hour, which was really bad because it turns out I ran out of band-aids. It was an event, to say the least.
Okay, that last one didn't really count, but still, major happenings in my day. So the motif of this little post is that a lot of things have been happening that should have me sitting in a corner, shoulders slumped and lips in a distinct pout, but they're not. I'm doing well in school and have a complete handle on all my work. I'm surprisingly organized and efficient about pretty much everything. I'm not even stressing about the fact that having a Kindle means having about 50 books at hand, which in my world, means I am about halfway through 50 books. Usually I am totally not able to handle that, but I'm taking it coolly and calmly. What is that?
I suppose you could call it maturity. I'd suggest that maybe my faith has helped create a balance. Perhaps even the tentative yoga I've been trying out has worked more than I thought? I'm just happy. All the time. It's so weird. I keep waiting for something to happen, to cause a whirlwind of emotions, events, and this Emma going back to CrazyTown, but for now, I am just pleasant and peaceful about pretty much everything.
I guess the advice that I can gain from all this is just a reaffirmation on the sage words that everything is happening for a reason, it will work out and really, to just trust in the Lord while working very hard is all you can do. Finally, I can see that unfolding in my life. Alright, time for me to go to bed, because I have done my work for the day and I should really get a good night's sleep before my speech. Goodnight, readers (a.k.a. Mom!)
P.S. I don't ask it enough, but how is your life?
Also! I had gone grocery shopping yesterday and stocked up on some healthy snacks, one of which was (healthy) popcorn. Today, as I went to get a bag, I realized I had grabbed the wrong box and bought Kettle Corn. Usually I'm not that big a fan of Kettle corn, but I made it anyway. And it was delicious! Exactly what I wanted without knowing it was what I wanted! Crazy!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Hi, my name is Emma and I am boring.
Yep. It's the truth. I know some of you have had your suspicions in the past and maybe even knew it for sure, but I have recently admitted this to myself so let me just explain.
I think a lot of is this new school thing. Maybe I haven't found my niche, maybe I haven't met the right group of people, or (the real truth) I really am just boring. Seriously, I was walking around the grocery store this afternoon and it was at its most packed, given that it was the big H-E-B in town and it was 5:00 p.m. and I realized that I was perfectly content being alone, shopping for my boring little groceries and going on my way to do boring things.
Maybe boring isn't the right word, although it is definitely one of them. I am just very satisfied with what I have right now, which to some might not seem like a lot. Like with school. I am doing pretty well in my classes, I go to every single one, with minor exceptions (it was snowing two weeks ago, my bus was late, and my bed was warm. Sue me!) which to some might seem like a totally weird behavior, but to me, makes sense. Three of my classes have strict attendance anyway, so it just kind of makes sense that I go to the rest. Besides, if I miss a class, I miss the information; miss the information, don't do well on the test; don't do well on the test, waste my time. It makes sense! So why do people give me weird looks when I say I don't skip my classes!? Gah! Anyway, moving on.
I also have boring activities. Honestly, I am usually studying at the library, various coffee shops (Coffee Pot Loooove) or perhaps outside a class super early. If I don't have to study, maybe I'll get dinner with one of my few friends here (yes, I'll explain that one, too) or perhaps catching a movie at the dollar theatre, or, if I'm feeling really crazy, I'll go to the outlets and not spend money. Whoa! If I don't feel like going out anywhere, I hang out in my room and watch Hulu shows or read my Kindle, because that, to me, is relaxing. I eat healthy, I watch the money I spend, I have a routine. Basically, I am breaking college code of conduct.
Okay, so the friends thing, which is also boring. For the first time, I don't have people immediately become my friends. In high school, it was usually automatic with anyone I wanted. Here, however...not so much. Of course, I talk to people in my classes, hang out with Veronica or Stephen, and spend time with my roommate, but often, I prefer to be alone. Okay, I give you permission to go call a crazy hospital because I know I sound nutz. But don't worry, I really am not crazy. Right....? It's just, I don't know, different. And it's not because I'm incapable of friendship or because no one likes me. I think it's more that I'm not really all that ready to dive in. Although it has been months since I started this school, there's still a lot I'm getting used to. Like today, I got on the wrong bus, a bus I take every single day, at least twice. It freaked me out in a big way and even though it turned out totally fine and only slightly embarrassing, it still reminded me that I'm technically a newbie. The bottom line there is that I'm still getting my footing. I get that meeting people and becoming involved is about 84% of the "college experience," and I'm not saying that I will never have friends or join clubs. I'm just saying, not yet.
Okay, moving on so I don't talk myself into a hole in which I get a bunch of calls and emails saying that I should change my ways. The thing is, that while I may be boring, I like being boring. My high school experience, I realize way too late, was nothing like it should have been. I was constantly stressed, dramatic and basically miserable all the time because I made a bad choice when I was a wee little freshmen. I am not going to let that happen again. I will join the things I want to join because they will be fun and good for me. I will not let myself be sucked into something just because it seems like the right thing to do. All I need is to let myself take this slowly, find my own way, and just trust in the Lord, because come on now, that's all I can do.
Wow, no seriously, the rant is over now, sorry. Okay, I have to go take a shower, brush my teeth and be in bed by 11 because again, if you haven't gotten it by now, I.Am.Boring! And also unlike most college kids, but really, let's be honest, when have I ever been like most kids? That's what I thought. Goodbye, for now!
P.S. I'm pretty sure you're incapable of boring. And I love that the most.
I think a lot of is this new school thing. Maybe I haven't found my niche, maybe I haven't met the right group of people, or (the real truth) I really am just boring. Seriously, I was walking around the grocery store this afternoon and it was at its most packed, given that it was the big H-E-B in town and it was 5:00 p.m. and I realized that I was perfectly content being alone, shopping for my boring little groceries and going on my way to do boring things.
Maybe boring isn't the right word, although it is definitely one of them. I am just very satisfied with what I have right now, which to some might not seem like a lot. Like with school. I am doing pretty well in my classes, I go to every single one, with minor exceptions (it was snowing two weeks ago, my bus was late, and my bed was warm. Sue me!) which to some might seem like a totally weird behavior, but to me, makes sense. Three of my classes have strict attendance anyway, so it just kind of makes sense that I go to the rest. Besides, if I miss a class, I miss the information; miss the information, don't do well on the test; don't do well on the test, waste my time. It makes sense! So why do people give me weird looks when I say I don't skip my classes!? Gah! Anyway, moving on.
I also have boring activities. Honestly, I am usually studying at the library, various coffee shops (Coffee Pot Loooove) or perhaps outside a class super early. If I don't have to study, maybe I'll get dinner with one of my few friends here (yes, I'll explain that one, too) or perhaps catching a movie at the dollar theatre, or, if I'm feeling really crazy, I'll go to the outlets and not spend money. Whoa! If I don't feel like going out anywhere, I hang out in my room and watch Hulu shows or read my Kindle, because that, to me, is relaxing. I eat healthy, I watch the money I spend, I have a routine. Basically, I am breaking college code of conduct.
Okay, so the friends thing, which is also boring. For the first time, I don't have people immediately become my friends. In high school, it was usually automatic with anyone I wanted. Here, however...not so much. Of course, I talk to people in my classes, hang out with Veronica or Stephen, and spend time with my roommate, but often, I prefer to be alone. Okay, I give you permission to go call a crazy hospital because I know I sound nutz. But don't worry, I really am not crazy. Right....? It's just, I don't know, different. And it's not because I'm incapable of friendship or because no one likes me. I think it's more that I'm not really all that ready to dive in. Although it has been months since I started this school, there's still a lot I'm getting used to. Like today, I got on the wrong bus, a bus I take every single day, at least twice. It freaked me out in a big way and even though it turned out totally fine and only slightly embarrassing, it still reminded me that I'm technically a newbie. The bottom line there is that I'm still getting my footing. I get that meeting people and becoming involved is about 84% of the "college experience," and I'm not saying that I will never have friends or join clubs. I'm just saying, not yet.
Okay, moving on so I don't talk myself into a hole in which I get a bunch of calls and emails saying that I should change my ways. The thing is, that while I may be boring, I like being boring. My high school experience, I realize way too late, was nothing like it should have been. I was constantly stressed, dramatic and basically miserable all the time because I made a bad choice when I was a wee little freshmen. I am not going to let that happen again. I will join the things I want to join because they will be fun and good for me. I will not let myself be sucked into something just because it seems like the right thing to do. All I need is to let myself take this slowly, find my own way, and just trust in the Lord, because come on now, that's all I can do.
Wow, no seriously, the rant is over now, sorry. Okay, I have to go take a shower, brush my teeth and be in bed by 11 because again, if you haven't gotten it by now, I.Am.Boring! And also unlike most college kids, but really, let's be honest, when have I ever been like most kids? That's what I thought. Goodbye, for now!
P.S. I'm pretty sure you're incapable of boring. And I love that the most.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
This Spring is about to get Broken
Spring break has arrived and not a minute too soon. Well, that's not really true. This semester has been pleasantly strolling by, much to my surprise; a last minute class schedule that worked out for the most part and enough work to keep me on my toes
Let's make this an updating post, shall we?
First of all, I'm sick. It's just a cold, but it's one of those colds that gets deep into your bones until you feel like it'll never go away, you'll never get better. I suppose it's entirely my fault. I knew I would get sick, after this weekend of hanging out with two very sick little babies, and not to mention a mother getting over a cold herself. But the timing worked out, so I hardly mind. I had a very hard test on Monday, so I knew that as long as I got past that, I could give myself time to be sick. Who would of thought you could plan illness? It did turn out to be fine, as the sore throat and slight cough arrived late afternoon Monday, perfectly missing the test altogether. So I've been laying in bed, watching a mass amount of movies while attempting to get better before spring break because I will be the first to tell you that being sick on vacation is the most abhorrent thing in the world.
Let's see, what else...Oh, yes, okay, I have decided that I will minor in communications. This is surprisingly a big deal, as it is an extra 21 hours but oh well. I've become really good friends with my Comm lab instructor (really cool Christian grad student chick) and I think it's something I'll really enjoy. Fun times.
Also, I've been earnestly looking into study abroad programs. Of course, the more I look into it, the more overwhelming and scary it seems, but also the more I feel I just need to do this. Call it crazy or call it whatever, but I just feel the need to stretch my legs and mind across an ocean or two. Freaky, right?
Hmm, anything else? Ah, well, I'm on a total health kick. I think it was my sudden love for bananas. For years I was never able to even stand the sight of a banana, and now I have at least two a day. Madness. But anyway, I am trying to be totally healthy and spend my free time looking up cheap and easy ways to be healthy and who would have thought, it's completely possible. I'm really enjoying it, too. Of course, there are slip ups, especially when I go home, but I'm learning to work with it. Now Spring Break will be the true test, but we shall see.
Alright, I think that's it for now, as I have warm salt water to gargle. Sorry if this post seems off in anyway. My brain is completely addled and borderline nonfunctional; I suppose I really do need a break. Goodnight, readers!
P.S. Be healthy, too. Then we'll get to stick around together forever. Love you lot's
P.P.S. Ooh, another unrelated thing: I've become a total Francophile and am now determined to learn French!
Let's make this an updating post, shall we?
First of all, I'm sick. It's just a cold, but it's one of those colds that gets deep into your bones until you feel like it'll never go away, you'll never get better. I suppose it's entirely my fault. I knew I would get sick, after this weekend of hanging out with two very sick little babies, and not to mention a mother getting over a cold herself. But the timing worked out, so I hardly mind. I had a very hard test on Monday, so I knew that as long as I got past that, I could give myself time to be sick. Who would of thought you could plan illness? It did turn out to be fine, as the sore throat and slight cough arrived late afternoon Monday, perfectly missing the test altogether. So I've been laying in bed, watching a mass amount of movies while attempting to get better before spring break because I will be the first to tell you that being sick on vacation is the most abhorrent thing in the world.
Let's see, what else...Oh, yes, okay, I have decided that I will minor in communications. This is surprisingly a big deal, as it is an extra 21 hours but oh well. I've become really good friends with my Comm lab instructor (really cool Christian grad student chick) and I think it's something I'll really enjoy. Fun times.
Also, I've been earnestly looking into study abroad programs. Of course, the more I look into it, the more overwhelming and scary it seems, but also the more I feel I just need to do this. Call it crazy or call it whatever, but I just feel the need to stretch my legs and mind across an ocean or two. Freaky, right?
Hmm, anything else? Ah, well, I'm on a total health kick. I think it was my sudden love for bananas. For years I was never able to even stand the sight of a banana, and now I have at least two a day. Madness. But anyway, I am trying to be totally healthy and spend my free time looking up cheap and easy ways to be healthy and who would have thought, it's completely possible. I'm really enjoying it, too. Of course, there are slip ups, especially when I go home, but I'm learning to work with it. Now Spring Break will be the true test, but we shall see.
Alright, I think that's it for now, as I have warm salt water to gargle. Sorry if this post seems off in anyway. My brain is completely addled and borderline nonfunctional; I suppose I really do need a break. Goodnight, readers!
P.S. Be healthy, too. Then we'll get to stick around together forever. Love you lot's
P.P.S. Ooh, another unrelated thing: I've become a total Francophile and am now determined to learn French!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
You're wrong when it's right.
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 :)
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 :)
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.
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