I'm such a blog slacker.
Since I've been back in school I've been learning lots and lots of new things. Not really anything from class, of course
1) Never go back to school supply shopping with an English Major- It gets too complicated. School supplies are just as important as actual text books to them. To be an English Major you can't just declare it, apparently you also have to look the part- this means legit pens and notebooks that just exclaim how intelligent, witty, and interesting you are. I had no idea that school supplies can express so much of your personality. I bought a folder with a giant purple monster on it. I don't want to know what that expresses about me.
2) The differences between North campus and South campus are vast. South campus consists of sweat pants, mopeds, sneakers, wire glasses, cargo shorts, high school tshirts, huge book bags, calculators, stress, nervousness and general lack of excitement.
Imagine my shock to venture past the SLC and onto to North campus to find individuals lounging around reading books under trees, discussing their lives over cups of coffee while outside, not even book bags but cute messenger bags, cutely coordinated outfits, accessories, bright colors, lots of hugs and high fives,
It's just shocking, I could go on and go about the differences. It's mostly amusing but the change mostly greatly appreciated. Now if only I could learn about infectious diseases in Sanford Hall.
3) Just get rid of cable, especially Charter. Every day is better without it. You suddenly will find yourself doing ridiculous things that you've always wanted to do daily...like reading, cooking, running, spending free time with friends, etc.
4) Get a back up lunch box...or a few...it's inevitable that you'll leave them somewhere.
5) Get spare keys made. You never know when you'll stick your key in the door and it just won't come out...
6) Make sure your name is on the pick up list at the school before you go to pick up a child you've never met before....It's quite alarming when they ask the kid if they know who you are....and they say no....and if that case...make sure you have your driver's license...because trust me...they are going to want copies.
7) Beware of oven fires. Prepare for this.
8) Consider bringing a video camera on Milledge because the conversations are always priceless
9) Invest in non- heart shaped cake baking pans. It will make life much less awkard when you're guy friends have birthdays.
10) Maybe just go ahead and make " Oh my gosh..you'll never guess what just happened to me/ who I just ran into/ who I literally just ran into" a default text option. I send that one out about daily.
11) If someone asks if you're (Insert your name here) and you are...just go ahead and say yes...saying "no" just makes things awkward and very weird very fast especially when they are very certain...
12) Stop trying to text, youtube, gchat, listen to music, and blog while working on homework.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
blessed.
I can't believe that my first week of Junior year is already over. It's already been one of the most wonderful weeks of my life. I'm not kidding and I'm not being even the slightest bit sarcastic. It's like my whole life has been upturned upside down into something completely wonderful. As many of you know, I was struggling with different health issues last year which had been going on unbeknownst to me for much longer. Every single day, I was exhausted. I felt similar to the way one feels when they stay up studying until 4am for an 8am exam... stressed, anxious, overly emotional, and just very unsettled...but all the time....and I didn't know why.
Fortunately, Our God is amazing and He loves me infinitely and has blessed me with knowledge of what's been going on and now I feel better than I've ever felt before. Six months ago, I couldn't even go running for more than 20 minutes without almost passing out. Now, I feel like I can't get enough. I'm starting to understand that all those crazy people that wake up early just to go run have discovered something wonderful. I especially love the rhythm of it. I love hearing my feet hit the ground in rhythm with my heartbeat. Sound silly, but it's very new to me and very exciting.
I feel as if I should apologize to my friends...because I'm always wanting to go do something. I want make plans and just wake up early and start my days. I have never had this much energy. Ever. Every single day is exciting. It's a glorious feeling.
I'm so thankful for my life, my family, my friends, everyone that ministers to me and just encourages me all the time. I'm sitting here waiting out the thunderstorm that's going on outside. I'm almost giddy about how much I'm loving everything in my life and how thankful I am for it. Sometimes, even when I'm sitting still, or even by myself, I feel like this little bubble of excitement just rises up inside of me and it's just bursts and I can't help but giggle and want to embrace everyone I know and high five strangers because in an odd way, life just feels new again. I'm looking forward to this year. God is so Good and so Glorious.
Fortunately, Our God is amazing and He loves me infinitely and has blessed me with knowledge of what's been going on and now I feel better than I've ever felt before. Six months ago, I couldn't even go running for more than 20 minutes without almost passing out. Now, I feel like I can't get enough. I'm starting to understand that all those crazy people that wake up early just to go run have discovered something wonderful. I especially love the rhythm of it. I love hearing my feet hit the ground in rhythm with my heartbeat. Sound silly, but it's very new to me and very exciting.
I feel as if I should apologize to my friends...because I'm always wanting to go do something. I want make plans and just wake up early and start my days. I have never had this much energy. Ever. Every single day is exciting. It's a glorious feeling.
I'm so thankful for my life, my family, my friends, everyone that ministers to me and just encourages me all the time. I'm sitting here waiting out the thunderstorm that's going on outside. I'm almost giddy about how much I'm loving everything in my life and how thankful I am for it. Sometimes, even when I'm sitting still, or even by myself, I feel like this little bubble of excitement just rises up inside of me and it's just bursts and I can't help but giggle and want to embrace everyone I know and high five strangers because in an odd way, life just feels new again. I'm looking forward to this year. God is so Good and so Glorious.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
connor and me
Whew. I am currently taking a much needed mini break up stairs in my 4 poster queen sized bed. Anything smaller for the moment simply would not do. I am enjoying a Walnut Apple Chicken Salad, which is absolutely delicious and unfortunately I did not make this one...
I've been looking forward to going grocery shopping since June, after my first couple of meals in Spain. I'm extremely enthusiastic about learning to cook and once again enjoying a mostly Mediterranean diet. I have a future guide dog for the week named Connor. Connor is completely lovable, adorable, and overall very sweet natured. Except for when he completely ignores me, drags me around, and jumps soaking wet and covered with shampoo out of the bathroom and races down the stairs. Today, I woke up, fed him breakfast and left him at home while I went to the health center for a TB test. I came back within the hour...took him outside and gave him all of the commands to use the restroom. He completely ignored me and nothing happened. I waited outside for a while and then assumed he simply did not have to go.
I'm sure you're already suspecting that I was wrong. Very wrong. I get Connor in the car and we head over to Kroger. Everything was going smoothly aside from him trying to stick his nose on everything. I just decided that I'd come back to the meat and produce section later in the week for more and just to grab a few things very quickly. We make it over the eggs and cheese section when Connor starts acting funny and refusing to get up off the floor. All of a sudden I look back and realize that Connor is pooping! ON THE FLOOR! in KROGER! There is POOP on the floor, from the dog that I'm in charge of!!! At this point I'm beyond mortified. I'm glancing around because at this point Connor has only pooped a little and I'm thinking if I only I can find one of those produce bags then I can quickly and secretly get it up...I'm frantically looking around and depending just emptying my apples out of their bag and using that when I realize that he's not done! and he just continues!! I find a janitor (everyone is staring at me now) and start explaining that the dog I'm watching has pooped all down the aisle and that I'm so beyond sorry and I don't know what to do and that I need help. The man was very very understanding and nice about the entire situation. At this point I think I'm home free and I just want to get far away from that aisle. I practically run over to the frozen vegetables aisle while telling myself the worst is over and that I'll just quickly get a few things and check out when a girl looks over and gives me a funny look. At first I'm confused, then I glance over at Connor and realize he's doing it again! I just leave my cart, practically drag Connor out of the store and over to some grass but by this post he's finished.
I tried to hide my beat red face as I scurried over to my car and got Connor in.
Needless to say, Connor will not be accompanying me to the grocery story anymore this week. I don't think I'll even be making it to Kroger for the rest of the month. Publix and Walmart may just have to be my new sources for groceries.
On the way back from picking up food a man looks at my moving car and still proceeds directly out in front of me. I slam on breaks, Connor goes flying forward and his paw busts open my styrofoam cup ( Full of Ginger Ale because I was unable to walk after my TB test and needed sugar- but a whole another story).
I've been looking forward to going grocery shopping since June, after my first couple of meals in Spain. I'm extremely enthusiastic about learning to cook and once again enjoying a mostly Mediterranean diet. I have a future guide dog for the week named Connor. Connor is completely lovable, adorable, and overall very sweet natured. Except for when he completely ignores me, drags me around, and jumps soaking wet and covered with shampoo out of the bathroom and races down the stairs. Today, I woke up, fed him breakfast and left him at home while I went to the health center for a TB test. I came back within the hour...took him outside and gave him all of the commands to use the restroom. He completely ignored me and nothing happened. I waited outside for a while and then assumed he simply did not have to go.
I'm sure you're already suspecting that I was wrong. Very wrong. I get Connor in the car and we head over to Kroger. Everything was going smoothly aside from him trying to stick his nose on everything. I just decided that I'd come back to the meat and produce section later in the week for more and just to grab a few things very quickly. We make it over the eggs and cheese section when Connor starts acting funny and refusing to get up off the floor. All of a sudden I look back and realize that Connor is pooping! ON THE FLOOR! in KROGER! There is POOP on the floor, from the dog that I'm in charge of!!! At this point I'm beyond mortified. I'm glancing around because at this point Connor has only pooped a little and I'm thinking if I only I can find one of those produce bags then I can quickly and secretly get it up...I'm frantically looking around and depending just emptying my apples out of their bag and using that when I realize that he's not done! and he just continues!! I find a janitor (everyone is staring at me now) and start explaining that the dog I'm watching has pooped all down the aisle and that I'm so beyond sorry and I don't know what to do and that I need help. The man was very very understanding and nice about the entire situation. At this point I think I'm home free and I just want to get far away from that aisle. I practically run over to the frozen vegetables aisle while telling myself the worst is over and that I'll just quickly get a few things and check out when a girl looks over and gives me a funny look. At first I'm confused, then I glance over at Connor and realize he's doing it again! I just leave my cart, practically drag Connor out of the store and over to some grass but by this post he's finished.
I tried to hide my beat red face as I scurried over to my car and got Connor in.
Needless to say, Connor will not be accompanying me to the grocery story anymore this week. I don't think I'll even be making it to Kroger for the rest of the month. Publix and Walmart may just have to be my new sources for groceries.
On the way back from picking up food a man looks at my moving car and still proceeds directly out in front of me. I slam on breaks, Connor goes flying forward and his paw busts open my styrofoam cup ( Full of Ginger Ale because I was unable to walk after my TB test and needed sugar- but a whole another story).
Monday, August 2, 2010
dreams
Over the weekend, I read a book calling 'the making of a surgeon' on the beach. I was secretly thankful that ( I'm guessing) hardly anyone spoke english, because...well who reads a book on the beach about surgery? It certainly doesn't advertise that I'd be an interesting girl to talk to. Shouts more that I don't know Spanish well enough to read anything in spanish (I do purchase spanish magazines and make a great show of looking at the pictures in public) and that I'm not laid back enough to enough a typical beach read. Which may be true.
It was actually incredibly intriguing. But over the past few days I have been having dreams about sticking my hands down people's throats and touching the back of their tracheas or exploring downward through their esophaguses and eventually squeezing their hearts.Or sticking my arms up their noses and performing some surgery-esque operating in their brains with my fingertips. My hands and arms shrink to needed size and miraculously stretch and bend at will. They were all frighteningly bizarre and I wake up feeling rather disturbed. I wasn't sure if was helping these people or simply causing them great pain because of my curiosity. I could simply use my fingers to thread along the top of their skin and in a piano key striking fashion separate the ligaments and muscles that laid under my fingertips until I was able to touch bone. Then I would just feel and tapped along the bone and listen to the noise it made. It was all outlandish and disturbing but still fascinating at the same time. Upon each waking I have to sit in bed and almost calm myself because my curiosity frightens me and I always need a moment to remind myself that these was all just a dreams and simply a product of my latest choice in literature. I'm thinking I should never read books about serial killers or anything else disturbing. I always dream about books much more vividly than I do about movies, you'd think it'd be the other way around because of the visual component of film. But no.
It was actually incredibly intriguing. But over the past few days I have been having dreams about sticking my hands down people's throats and touching the back of their tracheas or exploring downward through their esophaguses and eventually squeezing their hearts.Or sticking my arms up their noses and performing some surgery-esque operating in their brains with my fingertips. My hands and arms shrink to needed size and miraculously stretch and bend at will. They were all frighteningly bizarre and I wake up feeling rather disturbed. I wasn't sure if was helping these people or simply causing them great pain because of my curiosity. I could simply use my fingers to thread along the top of their skin and in a piano key striking fashion separate the ligaments and muscles that laid under my fingertips until I was able to touch bone. Then I would just feel and tapped along the bone and listen to the noise it made. It was all outlandish and disturbing but still fascinating at the same time. Upon each waking I have to sit in bed and almost calm myself because my curiosity frightens me and I always need a moment to remind myself that these was all just a dreams and simply a product of my latest choice in literature. I'm thinking I should never read books about serial killers or anything else disturbing. I always dream about books much more vividly than I do about movies, you'd think it'd be the other way around because of the visual component of film. But no.
shoulder blade
I have the most wicked pain between my shoulder blade and my spinal cord. It will not go away no matter how much stretching I do. I put a bottle of water in the freezer and it was momentarily refreshing for the icy water to travel downward and slightly alleviate the sharp pain. Perhaps I'm developing scoliosis again. It literally feels as if my spine is curving towards a rightward 90 degree angle and jutting into my shoulder blade. The only comfortable position is a stiff, rigid open dance frame. I'm just sitting awkwardly.
god save the queen-england for the day. literally.
This one was my favorite ^
Gilbraltar. Simply cannot wait to share the details of this whirlwind of a trip. But, I must. At least until after exams. Pictures, though, take almost zero time to upload.
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