Hi friends.
Because my life wouldn't be complete without some kind of illness knocking me on my butt every few months, it was decided by the universe that I would have an awful allergic reaction to something that made my body break out in hives. We (my mother and I) think it's the Advil PM Liquigel I took Tuesday night because it's the only thing I'd never had before, so it's the only thing that makes sense. Whether it's a reaction to the contents/coating or the actual ibuprofen itself, we'll never know.
This was the worst bout I've had that I can remember, though I know I had a much worse reaction when they found out I was allergic to penicillin (that was when I was a toddler, though, so I don't remember it). It started mildly enough - just a few bumps here and there and very itchy ears on Wednesday night. I didn't think much of it because that's usually as far as it goes, but as the night went on, things went from bad to worse.
Yesterday was definitely the worst because my body was aching and hot due to all the swelling from the hives. I didn't have a fever, but I had chills because my body was so inflamed. My palms and the bottoms of my feet were itchy - something I've never experienced - my fingers swelled, and I cringed at my reflection in the mirror after I showered and actually saw how bad it all looked.
Thankfully, after a day of taking Benadryl and sleeping, I woke up today to find that the hives were going away a bit. I'm down to a level that I'm used to with allergic reactions and am hoping that they completely go away soon, but at least today I'm able to function enough to leave my bed.
Anyway, I'm crossing my fingers that I'm back to full health in a few days. Happy weekend everyone!
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Friday, September 30, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Rainy Tuesday.
Today, I'm sick. My stomach's giving me hell, more so than it usually does.
(Perhaps this weekend's diet consisting solely of sub sandwiches, Taco Bell, and fried Oreos was a poor combination.)
So while I catch up on reading (Catching Fire and L.A. Candy) and potentially find enough energy to do the chores I'm supposed to be doing, you can take a gander at a few more wedding pictures -- this time, they actually all include me! Because that's all you care about anyway, right?
(Perhaps this weekend's diet consisting solely of sub sandwiches, Taco Bell, and fried Oreos was a poor combination.)
So while I catch up on reading (Catching Fire and L.A. Candy) and potentially find enough energy to do the chores I'm supposed to be doing, you can take a gander at a few more wedding pictures -- this time, they actually all include me! Because that's all you care about anyway, right?
Waiting for the bride to make her entrance.
Relaxing with the girls in the bridal suite!
Me and E at dinner - the only picture we thought to take together.
{taken by Natalie}
Monday, February 28, 2011
he ran into my knife ten times.
Things that happened this weekend:
- I battled a Mysterious Illness (I tested negative for strep and mono) that made me feel like my throat was being ripped to shreds.
- We celebrated a belated Christmas on my dad's side of the family for my cousin and his girlfriend.
- A new (albeit incredibly second-hand-embarrassing) family joke was developed.
- I traveled to all the drugstores and dollar stores in the area and could not find a police badge for E's costume.
- I baked two batches of cookies and a couple dozen red velvet cupcakes.
- Target had colorful tights on clearance and I had to stop myself from buying a pair in every single color.
- Melissa hosted a kick-ass Oscar Watching-slash-Costume Party. See her recap here.
- My hooker boots made their return and were actually appropriate for the occasion - my costume (we had to dress from a previously-awarded Best Picture film):
One of the six merry murderesses of Cook County Jail (from Chicago).
{picture stolen from Melissa} - I won the ballot contest, which is kind of a miracle because I hadn't seen any of the movies on the list and guessed (pretty hastily) on most things. I also beat E by just one point; he's not happy about it.
- Wine consumption.
- I had the ever-awkward "oh hey I have a blog" conversation with E. Doubly awkward? He'd already been reading without my knowledge. I wanted to melt into the floor.
- E and I stayed up way too late talking, which was good and bad - good because of the conversations we were having, bad because they were happening at four in the morning.
Monday, January 31, 2011
everyone likes lists!
I had grand plans to sit at my computer all weekend and type away, expecting that my thoughts would suddenly arrange themselves into coherent posts. That... didn't happen.
Of course, part of the problem is that I've contracted my annual winter cold and have subsequently become completely useless. I move from my bed to the sofa in the den to the kitchen table, leaving behind garbage cans full of tissues while moping, drinking tea, and eating soup. Okay, so that only happened today - I had plans Thursday (bumming around here with E), Friday (bumming around at Dunkin with Mark) and Saturday (bumming around at Melissa's) and was feeling well enough for all of them. I thought, oh good, I didn't get it that bad and I've recovered already. Wrong.
I did, however, rifle through my "blog ideas" folder on my computer and found a half-finished list of random facts. Since it's Monday and you probably don't want to read a real post anyway, and because I made you guys share some fun facts about yourselves, here's a list of tidbits about me!
- When I’m typing a document in Word, I like to set the margins to 0.5" because it’s more aesthetically pleasing to me.
- If I’m in the process of typing something and I misspell or decide to change a word, I erase all the way back and retype it.
- In the shower, I stand on my tiptoes when I’m rinsing the shampoo out of my hair.
- I bite my nails mostly out of boredom, not nerves.
- I eat almost all candy and some types of food in a certain order, like by color or flavor, even when there aren’t distinctive flavors (like M&Ms).
- I don’t understand the purpose or appeal of Swiss cheese – I think it tastes like wax.
- Dancing is one of the only things I feel 100% comfortable doing in front of a crowd.
- I choreograph dances in my mind on a daily basis while I’m listening to music, probably ones I’m not even capable of actually executing.
- I have two thumb-print-sized birthmarks on my back; my dad says they are thumbprints from God to say “she’s done.” (Which is odd, considering he struggles with his faith these days.)
- Knee socks are my favorite winter accessory, a habit I picked up from wearing a uniform throughout high school.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
my weekend that wasn't.
On Friday night, I felt it coming. I was really drowsy hours before bedtime and, when I finally tried falling asleep, I couldn’t because I had a scratchy throat. After sleeping for maybe four hours, I woke up and felt okay, but not amazing. (I won’t even talk about how I then started getting cramps, at which point I almost cancelled my whole trip.)
Saturday was a mixed bag. The two-hour drive down to the shore was actually tolerable and I felt good when I got there. I chatted with my aunt and her friends, had a drink, and was feeling positive about things. Since I was spending my time mostly with the “adults” for the day, I was glad that I felt comfortable talking to them instead of being the odd one out. We changed into our pirate costumes and were ready to go.
L-R: Uncle Russ, me, Mike, Aunt Laura, Kimmy & Cheryl (my aunt's friends)
The beginning of the party was great – we watched as all the neighbors made their way down the street in various costumes. We posed for pictures, had food and drinks, and it was pretty enjoyable. After dinner, though, I started feeling not-so-hot, to the point where I actually considered going home. I’m glad I stuck it out, though, because I eventually regained my energy and ended up dancing a bit with my aunt and her friends.
My fishy cupcakes!
Even though I felt better physically, I was becoming increasingly annoyed with my cousin. She arrived late with her friends from college and spent the evening playing beer pong, barely offering me an invite to join them. (Looking back, it seems as though it was assumed I would just join the “kids” once they arrived, therefore not needing an explicit invite; hindsight’s twenty-twenty, I guess.)
Once the sun went down, I was having less and less fun. The adults were all chatting amongst themselves, nobody was dancing, and my cousin was nowhere to be found. I sat texting friends on my dying phone when my cousin finally showed up, twenty minutes before the party ended, and went to dance with her friends with nary an invite for me to join them.
At that point, I knew I was being stubborn and could have easily joined them, but I also didn’t want to awkwardly jump in. In a moment of extreme hormonal emo-ness, I walked up the street alone, got changed and packed up in the empty house, and even considered leaving without saying goodbye to anyone. Everyone returned to the house a few minutes later, the kids setting up to play more beer pong and the adults pouring glasses of wine; I made a swift exit before I stewed in my bitterness any longer.
I collapsed into bed Saturday night and on Sunday, I woke up with the horrible cold that my brother passed to me. Instead of enjoying the gorgeous weather, I spent all of Sunday and Monday in bed, playing video games and moaning about how stuffed up my head was. Today I’m feeling a little better, but I think it’ll take another day or two to knock it out of my system.
Hopefully everyone else had a better Labor Day weekend than I did!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
terrible timing.
Well, despite never leaving this house and sleeping more often than not, it seems I have still gotten sick. I've been sniffly the past week or so, but nothing major. Methinks it was a terrible idea to go out and shovel snow twice last night, neither time being particularly dressed for the occasion. And it's annoying because I always get sick the same way: first I'm sniffly, then my throat gets itchy-scratchy so that it takes for-EV-er to fall asleep, which causes me to sleep poorly and get even sicker. Blah.
It doesn't really help that it's the week of Christmas, either. I (still!) have last-minute shopping to do, plans with friends this week, and my mom definitely needs my help cleaning the house and preparing for Christmas Eve. I've got something to do pretty much every day. Granted, most of these activities aren't happening until the evening hours, so at least there's no waking up early for anything.
And despite the fact that the late-night snow shoveling was what (I think) pushed my sickness over the edge, the snow was so pretty. It made me feel snowed in (even though I wasn't going anywhere at 11pm anyway), so I snuggled up with some hot chocolate last night, put on the Peaceful Christmas station on Pandora, and wrapped as many of my presents as I could (I'm still waiting for some in the mail!). It definitely put me in the Christimas spirit for the week.
So, for those of you who didn't get snow, here are some pictures so that you can live vicariously through me, without having to shovel snow or drive on ice!
Snow covering the lights on the bushes! I loved how it looked. I took more, but the best one is going to be a 24 Days of Christmas photo.
My neighbors' houses. If you notice on the far right, that house has those inflatable decorations out on the lawn. The big snowglobe (not shown) definitely got crushed by the snow.
It doesn't really help that it's the week of Christmas, either. I (still!) have last-minute shopping to do, plans with friends this week, and my mom definitely needs my help cleaning the house and preparing for Christmas Eve. I've got something to do pretty much every day. Granted, most of these activities aren't happening until the evening hours, so at least there's no waking up early for anything.
And despite the fact that the late-night snow shoveling was what (I think) pushed my sickness over the edge, the snow was so pretty. It made me feel snowed in (even though I wasn't going anywhere at 11pm anyway), so I snuggled up with some hot chocolate last night, put on the Peaceful Christmas station on Pandora, and wrapped as many of my presents as I could (I'm still waiting for some in the mail!). It definitely put me in the Christimas spirit for the week.
So, for those of you who didn't get snow, here are some pictures so that you can live vicariously through me, without having to shovel snow or drive on ice!
Snow covering the lights on the bushes! I loved how it looked. I took more, but the best one is going to be a 24 Days of Christmas photo.
My neighbors' houses. If you notice on the far right, that house has those inflatable decorations out on the lawn. The big snowglobe (not shown) definitely got crushed by the snow.
Monday, October 19, 2009
where i am.
So.
I had complete emotional and mental breakdown on Friday. It was ugly. I was crying and screaming so much that I was hoarse for the rest of the night. It got so bad that I actually had to stop because I felt faint.
It felt good to let it out, but considering it was my mother and brother listening to my complaints, I knew I wasn't going to get the sympathetic response I wanted. Our family lacks that emotional bond - we communicate mostly through sarcastic remarks and jokes. That's part of what had been getting to me, seeing as any progress I made was ignored, but if I tripped up with my sleeping or my diet, judgment would be passed in a jeering comment. As much as I was glad to offer them a real explanation, I could still use a few nice words and a hug.
The problem with complaining to them is that they also make it perfectly clear that all my problems are my own and can only be fixed by me. While I'm completely aware of that fact, I would've liked at least a little sympathy that things suck right now that are a bit beyond my control. I have a habit of blaming everyone and everything for my problems instead of myself, and because of that, my parents have taken to blaming ONLY me for any of my problems. There's no middle ground, and it's frustrating, because I certainly didn't wish anxiety or IBS onto myself.
After explaining everything in a little more detail, it's becoming clearer that my anxiety is playing a bigger part in all of this than I would like to admit. For my entire life, I've experienced all my stress in my gut. Every holiday, family gathering, class trip or major event in school, or presentation in college, I would wake up feeling sick and a bit flustered. When I was healthy, I was able to calm myself by taking some deep breaths and mentally talking my nerves down. The problem now is that my anxiety is compounded with a stomach that isn't functioning right, so everything is made worse. And when I think about it, the worst parts of being sick are the instances where I'm stressed out - I can't go anywhere without knowing that there will be accessible bathrooms both at the location and on the trip there. It's gotten so bad that I even get nervous when driving the fifteen minutes to Target.
I've always known, even if just in the back of my mind, that my anxiety was playing a part here. But I kept convincing myself that if I got the illness under control first, then I would stop having a horrible time driving places and attending events because my stomach wouldn't be flipping out every ten minutes. It seems, though, that I really have to consider working on the anxiety alongside my health, because I think the anxiety has just gotten worse since I've been sick.
This whole thing has taken so much energy out of me, and honestly, I've probably been struggling with depression lately. I spend almost all of my time at home, only going out to see The Boy or to go to work. Any event that I do go to, I stress and worry about it. Just this weekend, I drove to my college campus to visit my cousin and go to a party. It's an hour drive, one I'm familiar with and that is on a main road with plenty of gas stations and stores, just in case I need to stop. The entire drive down was miserable and I had to stop once. When I finally got to campus, I spent fifteen minutes in the student center because I had to use the restroom again and I was getting nervous about actually going into my cousin's dorm. Then, even after the visit went well, I spent another ten minutes debating about even going to the party. Finally I gave in, but I was still feeling less than pleasant.
The most frustrating and depressing aspect of this entire situation is that I used to be fine. I used to go to parties, events, and family gatherings with no issue. I used to drive around for hours without stopping anywhere. Now I feel so limited with what I can do, especially when I'm with other people. But I'm hoping to use my frustration as motivation to do everything in my power to make this better. I'm fixing my sleep, going on an even stricter diet, and working on my anxiety. I want to be normal again, because this? Right now? Really, really sucks.
I had complete emotional and mental breakdown on Friday. It was ugly. I was crying and screaming so much that I was hoarse for the rest of the night. It got so bad that I actually had to stop because I felt faint.
It felt good to let it out, but considering it was my mother and brother listening to my complaints, I knew I wasn't going to get the sympathetic response I wanted. Our family lacks that emotional bond - we communicate mostly through sarcastic remarks and jokes. That's part of what had been getting to me, seeing as any progress I made was ignored, but if I tripped up with my sleeping or my diet, judgment would be passed in a jeering comment. As much as I was glad to offer them a real explanation, I could still use a few nice words and a hug.
The problem with complaining to them is that they also make it perfectly clear that all my problems are my own and can only be fixed by me. While I'm completely aware of that fact, I would've liked at least a little sympathy that things suck right now that are a bit beyond my control. I have a habit of blaming everyone and everything for my problems instead of myself, and because of that, my parents have taken to blaming ONLY me for any of my problems. There's no middle ground, and it's frustrating, because I certainly didn't wish anxiety or IBS onto myself.
After explaining everything in a little more detail, it's becoming clearer that my anxiety is playing a bigger part in all of this than I would like to admit. For my entire life, I've experienced all my stress in my gut. Every holiday, family gathering, class trip or major event in school, or presentation in college, I would wake up feeling sick and a bit flustered. When I was healthy, I was able to calm myself by taking some deep breaths and mentally talking my nerves down. The problem now is that my anxiety is compounded with a stomach that isn't functioning right, so everything is made worse. And when I think about it, the worst parts of being sick are the instances where I'm stressed out - I can't go anywhere without knowing that there will be accessible bathrooms both at the location and on the trip there. It's gotten so bad that I even get nervous when driving the fifteen minutes to Target.
I've always known, even if just in the back of my mind, that my anxiety was playing a part here. But I kept convincing myself that if I got the illness under control first, then I would stop having a horrible time driving places and attending events because my stomach wouldn't be flipping out every ten minutes. It seems, though, that I really have to consider working on the anxiety alongside my health, because I think the anxiety has just gotten worse since I've been sick.
This whole thing has taken so much energy out of me, and honestly, I've probably been struggling with depression lately. I spend almost all of my time at home, only going out to see The Boy or to go to work. Any event that I do go to, I stress and worry about it. Just this weekend, I drove to my college campus to visit my cousin and go to a party. It's an hour drive, one I'm familiar with and that is on a main road with plenty of gas stations and stores, just in case I need to stop. The entire drive down was miserable and I had to stop once. When I finally got to campus, I spent fifteen minutes in the student center because I had to use the restroom again and I was getting nervous about actually going into my cousin's dorm. Then, even after the visit went well, I spent another ten minutes debating about even going to the party. Finally I gave in, but I was still feeling less than pleasant.
The most frustrating and depressing aspect of this entire situation is that I used to be fine. I used to go to parties, events, and family gatherings with no issue. I used to drive around for hours without stopping anywhere. Now I feel so limited with what I can do, especially when I'm with other people. But I'm hoping to use my frustration as motivation to do everything in my power to make this better. I'm fixing my sleep, going on an even stricter diet, and working on my anxiety. I want to be normal again, because this? Right now? Really, really sucks.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
mish mash
This might just be me, but it seems like every time I'm sick and am diagnosed, the symptoms get worse as soon as I know what they are.
Apparently, I have coxsackievirus, or hand, foot and mouth disease (HFMD). Sounds just wonderful, doesn't it? Basically, it's a random virus that usually only kids get. I guess I'm just lucky. I'm guaranteed a week's worth of sores in my entire mouth. See, prior to the doctor's visit, I just had them on my tonsils and my throat area, which is really not so bad. Really. Because now, I'm noticing all the little sores on the insides of my lips, on my gums, and on my tongue. It fucking kills.
The only thing so far to successfully soothe the soreness is drinking green tea with honey. I tried Vitamin C drops, zinc, hot tea (not green tea).. nothing. Only the green tea. At least there's something helping me, I guess.
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It is incredibly difficult to be the optimistic one in a relationship. I'm getting tired of repeating myself, of pointing out every positive only to be met with an unenthusiastic "yeah, I guess." I pride myself on thinking positive and not letting things get me down, and whenever possible, spreading that way of thinking to others. I guess this is a challenge of how strong my optimistic tendencies are.
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I've been seeing a lot of talk about politics recently in the blogosphere. I have to mention that I too am scared pretty shitless by Sarah Palin. Within minutes of seeing her on my TV giving her VP acceptance speech, I wanted to punch her in the face. That sentiment is only being multiplied as I find out more about her. To think that, if McCain gets elected and (heaven forbid) something happens to him, she would be next in line? I think I just seriously crapped my pants.
Apparently, I have coxsackievirus, or hand, foot and mouth disease (HFMD). Sounds just wonderful, doesn't it? Basically, it's a random virus that usually only kids get. I guess I'm just lucky. I'm guaranteed a week's worth of sores in my entire mouth. See, prior to the doctor's visit, I just had them on my tonsils and my throat area, which is really not so bad. Really. Because now, I'm noticing all the little sores on the insides of my lips, on my gums, and on my tongue. It fucking kills.
The only thing so far to successfully soothe the soreness is drinking green tea with honey. I tried Vitamin C drops, zinc, hot tea (not green tea).. nothing. Only the green tea. At least there's something helping me, I guess.
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It is incredibly difficult to be the optimistic one in a relationship. I'm getting tired of repeating myself, of pointing out every positive only to be met with an unenthusiastic "yeah, I guess." I pride myself on thinking positive and not letting things get me down, and whenever possible, spreading that way of thinking to others. I guess this is a challenge of how strong my optimistic tendencies are.
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I've been seeing a lot of talk about politics recently in the blogosphere. I have to mention that I too am scared pretty shitless by Sarah Palin. Within minutes of seeing her on my TV giving her VP acceptance speech, I wanted to punch her in the face. That sentiment is only being multiplied as I find out more about her. To think that, if McCain gets elected and (heaven forbid) something happens to him, she would be next in line? I think I just seriously crapped my pants.
Friday, September 5, 2008
run down
I just typed "blooger.com" into my address bar instead of "blogger.com." I'M TIRED. And apparently very sick, too. Why don't I seem phased by that? Well.. I don't feel particularly ill, except for my awful sore throat. It started bothering me on Tuesday night but hasn't really worsened day by day. Otherwise, I'm fine and dandy for a girl who's staying up until 4am doing homework for a class at 10am the same day. Seriously though? My throat looks really, really scary. There are red spots on the roof of my mouth and some sort of sores on my tonsils... blechhh. I really hope it's just strep so I can get some meds and be on my way to feeling better.
School is trying to kick my ass, but I'm fighting back hard. It's not uncommon when The Boy and I study together to hear ME telling HIM to focus. Crazy, right?! I don't know what's come over me. I'm actually reading. And learning. And answering problems.. CORRECTLY! It's doing wonderful things for my ego, but unfortunately I haven't gotten the time management down yet. Like how I still have another problem to tackle for my class at 10am today. Which is in seven hours. And I have to sleep.
I'm hoping to fall more gracefully into my school schedule now that there are no more three-day weekends to fill with activities and throw off my sleeping. Labor Day was absolutely fantastic, as I spent most of the weekend dancing, eating, or sleeping. Friday was a trip to the mall with Lynds, where I bought a cute Going Out to Tha' Club dress and a top that we both picked out to try on without consulting each other. I'm convinced we're the same person.
Saturday was a block party at Lynds's shore house, where I was tempted to get my drink on but couldn't because I was driving two hours home at the end of the night. Boo. Because they totally had Jell-O shots around eight. BOO I SAY. I had a ton of fun anyway - the theme was Christimas so Lynds, her friend Erin, and I were all walking around together in matching red-and-white outfits (unintentionally, I swear). Everyone is so friendly down there. I went down earlier this summer and was the palest girl on the beach, so when I was at the party, one of the neighbors kept referring to me as Sunburn Girl. BAHAHA I love it. Anyway, I danced the night away, sweating from every pore because the party was outside in the humidity. I totally did not care - I was dancing so hard.. sort of as a last hurrah to what was probably one of the best (if not THE best) summers of my life.
The rest of the weekend was uneventful. I slept. A lot. And yet I guess not enough seeing as my throat is rebelling against me.
This week has been tiresome and it went by super fast. I can't believe it's Friday already, but I am so glad it's the weekend. Now I can actually catch up and, oh my goodness, maybe even get ahead in my schoolwork! And sleep a lot. Can't forget the sleeping. Mmm, my favorite.
School is trying to kick my ass, but I'm fighting back hard. It's not uncommon when The Boy and I study together to hear ME telling HIM to focus. Crazy, right?! I don't know what's come over me. I'm actually reading. And learning. And answering problems.. CORRECTLY! It's doing wonderful things for my ego, but unfortunately I haven't gotten the time management down yet. Like how I still have another problem to tackle for my class at 10am today. Which is in seven hours. And I have to sleep.
I'm hoping to fall more gracefully into my school schedule now that there are no more three-day weekends to fill with activities and throw off my sleeping. Labor Day was absolutely fantastic, as I spent most of the weekend dancing, eating, or sleeping. Friday was a trip to the mall with Lynds, where I bought a cute Going Out to Tha' Club dress and a top that we both picked out to try on without consulting each other. I'm convinced we're the same person.
Saturday was a block party at Lynds's shore house, where I was tempted to get my drink on but couldn't because I was driving two hours home at the end of the night. Boo. Because they totally had Jell-O shots around eight. BOO I SAY. I had a ton of fun anyway - the theme was Christimas so Lynds, her friend Erin, and I were all walking around together in matching red-and-white outfits (unintentionally, I swear). Everyone is so friendly down there. I went down earlier this summer and was the palest girl on the beach, so when I was at the party, one of the neighbors kept referring to me as Sunburn Girl. BAHAHA I love it. Anyway, I danced the night away, sweating from every pore because the party was outside in the humidity. I totally did not care - I was dancing so hard.. sort of as a last hurrah to what was probably one of the best (if not THE best) summers of my life.
The rest of the weekend was uneventful. I slept. A lot. And yet I guess not enough seeing as my throat is rebelling against me.
This week has been tiresome and it went by super fast. I can't believe it's Friday already, but I am so glad it's the weekend. Now I can actually catch up and, oh my goodness, maybe even get ahead in my schoolwork! And sleep a lot. Can't forget the sleeping. Mmm, my favorite.
Monday, May 26, 2008
memorial day weekend
It's the kickoff to summer, one of the best weekends of the year. The sun is shining, it's a glorious seventy-six degrees outside - perfect barbeque weather. Families everywhere are blasting music, sitting around the backyard in shorts, tank tops, and sunglasses, eating plateful after plateful of grilled food and potato salad.
And where am I? In bed.
After realizing I was sick on Friday, I tried to take it easy. The Boy quickly gave me all sorts of advice after diagnosing me over AIM (he's pre-med, and once again, is coming in pretty handy) and I made sure to drink a lot of liquids. I even felt relatively better on Saturday, and proceeded to go shopping and clean the house.
Then yesterday happened. I didn't feel too terrible when I got up, after sleeping for a good eight hours. I went to church and to Party City for last minute decorations. (Where, by the way, the fire alarm went off, leaving a group of angry customers outside for a half hour until the fire department finally turned it off.) I got home later than planned, which resulted in my getting out of the shower just before company arrived. My Martha Stewart side was throwing a tantrum in my head, angry that I had no choice but to put up the rest of the decorations while everyone watched. By the time I ran back upstairs to do my hair and makeup and got back to the party, I was exhausted. And that feeling never really wore off.
After everyone left - which was early, around seven - I cleaned up, put on pajamas, and curled up in bed. I didn't sleep until eleven, because Good Will Hunting was on and I'd never seen it before, but as soon as it was over, I was out. I slept until two this afternoon, so hopefully I gave my body the rest it wanted.
As much as I'm thoroughly enjoying my air-conditioned room and sitting in my PJs all day, I'm envious that other people are out taking advantage of this beautiful day. I was supposed to see The Boy today, but we nixed that plan since I was feeling so gross. The only benefit of staying in today is that I'm finally getting my butt in gear in terms of finding a job/internship. I've found a few possibilities, so I decided to polish up my resume and start applying. Here's hoping something works out, cause I need experience and money, especially the money.
And where am I? In bed.
After realizing I was sick on Friday, I tried to take it easy. The Boy quickly gave me all sorts of advice after diagnosing me over AIM (he's pre-med, and once again, is coming in pretty handy) and I made sure to drink a lot of liquids. I even felt relatively better on Saturday, and proceeded to go shopping and clean the house.
Then yesterday happened. I didn't feel too terrible when I got up, after sleeping for a good eight hours. I went to church and to Party City for last minute decorations. (Where, by the way, the fire alarm went off, leaving a group of angry customers outside for a half hour until the fire department finally turned it off.) I got home later than planned, which resulted in my getting out of the shower just before company arrived. My Martha Stewart side was throwing a tantrum in my head, angry that I had no choice but to put up the rest of the decorations while everyone watched. By the time I ran back upstairs to do my hair and makeup and got back to the party, I was exhausted. And that feeling never really wore off.
After everyone left - which was early, around seven - I cleaned up, put on pajamas, and curled up in bed. I didn't sleep until eleven, because Good Will Hunting was on and I'd never seen it before, but as soon as it was over, I was out. I slept until two this afternoon, so hopefully I gave my body the rest it wanted.
As much as I'm thoroughly enjoying my air-conditioned room and sitting in my PJs all day, I'm envious that other people are out taking advantage of this beautiful day. I was supposed to see The Boy today, but we nixed that plan since I was feeling so gross. The only benefit of staying in today is that I'm finally getting my butt in gear in terms of finding a job/internship. I've found a few possibilities, so I decided to polish up my resume and start applying. Here's hoping something works out, cause I need experience and money, especially the money.
Friday, May 23, 2008
sick
Who gets sick on Memorial Day Weekend?? I mean really.
I woke up this morning worse off than yesterday. I just felt completely weak. My nose is stuffed up and I cannot stop sneezing. The problem yesterday was that I wasn't completely sure I was sick, or if it was just really terrible allergies. Now I'm 99% sure I've got a cold. Ew.
I don't really have time to be sick, quite frankly. I have a ton of house cleaning to do tomorrow in preparation for our family party on Sunday. On Sunday I need to do about a billion things - go to church, start prepping the food, and hit up Party City for balloons and last-minute decorations. Okay, so that's only three things. It just feels like a billion.
Then Monday I'm supposed to be hanging out with The Boy, and I seriously cannot afford to miss out on that. And Sick Cait does not equal Sexy Cait.
Hopefully I'll be able to get to bed super early tonight, after watching the Grey's finale that I missed yesterday. Any other advice on getting rid of this cold sooner than later would be greatly appreciated.
I woke up this morning worse off than yesterday. I just felt completely weak. My nose is stuffed up and I cannot stop sneezing. The problem yesterday was that I wasn't completely sure I was sick, or if it was just really terrible allergies. Now I'm 99% sure I've got a cold. Ew.
I don't really have time to be sick, quite frankly. I have a ton of house cleaning to do tomorrow in preparation for our family party on Sunday. On Sunday I need to do about a billion things - go to church, start prepping the food, and hit up Party City for balloons and last-minute decorations. Okay, so that's only three things. It just feels like a billion.
Then Monday I'm supposed to be hanging out with The Boy, and I seriously cannot afford to miss out on that. And Sick Cait does not equal Sexy Cait.
Hopefully I'll be able to get to bed super early tonight, after watching the Grey's finale that I missed yesterday. Any other advice on getting rid of this cold sooner than later would be greatly appreciated.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
An explanation
princess cait x0: so a little bird told me that you were asking around about my eating habits
jd1686: the little birdie got me and kyle confused
jd1686: it happens all the time lol
princess cait x0: well it was implied that you were BOTH involved
jd1686: ok that might be true
jd1686: lol
princess cait x0: !!!
princess cait x0: why don't you believe me? 
jd1686: we don't want you to be sick anymore
Assuming that the reason provided is the real reason for questioning my eating habits, this is cute. It's nice to know that in at least one instance, there's actual, legitimate concerns backing up their constant ridicule.
Let me explain. On Mondays and Thursdays, in those five minutes before our second accounting class starts, the boys find a way to make fun of me for, well, everything. Monday's topic: my eating habits. Because apparently, since I don't get lunch with them in between classes or after our second class, I don't eat at all. Even after explaining that usually I have my lunch here, from the food I buy at the grocery store, as well as letting them know I eat at the dining hall almost every night... they didn't believe me. Then, while having my dinner date with Katrina this evening, she tells me that they were asking her about my eating habits. And I was insulted.
My eating habits are messed up, and I'm the first to admit it. It has taken a lot for me to be okay with eating in public. Something happened in elementary school that has stuck with me for a really long time, although I can't specifically pinpoint an exact event that triggered all of this. All I know is that for a couple of years, I insisted on eating lunch at home EVERY DAY. After that, my lunch consisted of a juice box. Eventually I was able to go back to eating a little bit, usually crackers or rice cakes and fruit snacks. Middle school was no better. High school wasn't, either - I went from eating just a small package of Pringles, to just salad, to just yogurt. And that was it.
The problem, at least in those cases, has always been amplified by an unwarranted fear of feeling ill after eating too much. The thought of having to sit through 2-3 hours of classes after eating always stressed me out for reasons I can't really explain. That habit hasn't gone away, which is why I can't bring myself to go grab lunch in between my two classes. Those who know me might notice that I also have a problem going to eat before any class, be it breakfast or lunch. If I could tell you why, I would be able to just get over it, wouldn't I? But I don't know why, so I can't.
Eating in public in general is the main issue, but clearly the one I have been able to overcome in many ways. I was actually quite worried about coming to college because I knew I would have to eat in public all the time. Luckily, I got over that, at least enough to eat a healthy amount for my meals. Still, I struggle with this. People who eat with me see it, but don't get it - they see that I never finish my entire meal, especially in a restaurant setting. This is probably the thing that makes me feel most self-conscious, because it's the thing people notice most, and comment on. I bring home food every single time I go out to eat, with very few exceptions.
Obviously I don't expect people to know all of this, because I don't really share it. Why? Because it takes a lot of time to explain, and there's no real reason for it, so I don't usually feel like making people try to understand it. By not explaining myself, however, I open myself up to misconceptions. On the surface, people just poke fun at me. I'm sure there are a handful of people who watch me eat barely half of my meal and think certain things, assuming I'm doing it on purpose to diet or something. I've had people think I'm anorexic. It all really hurts, because it's not something under my control. When I stop eating, it's because I feel that if I take another bite, I'm going to be physically ill.
Honestly? I wish that everyone I know would read this blog and understand what I'm saying. I'm starting to get tired of being made fun of and having people think I have a serious problem. Besides, all anyone needs to do to prove all their assumptions wrong is to come to my house, either here or at home, and spend one afternoon/evening with me. Because in the comfort of my own home, I eat NONSTOP. Trust me.
Wow, I totally didn't mean to go off on a tangent like that. But it really feels good to let it all out.
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Speaking of being sick, I still am. I'm losing my voice and I'm still congested. But it's okay - as opposed to Melissa saying I sound like a man, Katrina says I have a sexy bedroom voice.
The weather has been gorgeous lately, although I understand that it's only temporary. Today it was 65 degrees. I walked outside in a short-sleeved shirt and was comfortable. I'm going to miss it when it goes back to being freezing cold.
I'm currently watching the primary results, and getting kind of frustrated. Texas is pretty much half and half, and I'm crossing my fingers that the votes coming in are going to Obama. And of course, as I'm typing, they're calling Ohio for Clinton. Son of a B.
Well then. I'm off to sulk about Clinton making somewhat of a comeback and wait for my loverly roommates to come back from their hardcore studying.
Assuming that the reason provided is the real reason for questioning my eating habits, this is cute. It's nice to know that in at least one instance, there's actual, legitimate concerns backing up their constant ridicule.
Let me explain. On Mondays and Thursdays, in those five minutes before our second accounting class starts, the boys find a way to make fun of me for, well, everything. Monday's topic: my eating habits. Because apparently, since I don't get lunch with them in between classes or after our second class, I don't eat at all. Even after explaining that usually I have my lunch here, from the food I buy at the grocery store, as well as letting them know I eat at the dining hall almost every night... they didn't believe me. Then, while having my dinner date with Katrina this evening, she tells me that they were asking her about my eating habits. And I was insulted.
My eating habits are messed up, and I'm the first to admit it. It has taken a lot for me to be okay with eating in public. Something happened in elementary school that has stuck with me for a really long time, although I can't specifically pinpoint an exact event that triggered all of this. All I know is that for a couple of years, I insisted on eating lunch at home EVERY DAY. After that, my lunch consisted of a juice box. Eventually I was able to go back to eating a little bit, usually crackers or rice cakes and fruit snacks. Middle school was no better. High school wasn't, either - I went from eating just a small package of Pringles, to just salad, to just yogurt. And that was it.
The problem, at least in those cases, has always been amplified by an unwarranted fear of feeling ill after eating too much. The thought of having to sit through 2-3 hours of classes after eating always stressed me out for reasons I can't really explain. That habit hasn't gone away, which is why I can't bring myself to go grab lunch in between my two classes. Those who know me might notice that I also have a problem going to eat before any class, be it breakfast or lunch. If I could tell you why, I would be able to just get over it, wouldn't I? But I don't know why, so I can't.
Eating in public in general is the main issue, but clearly the one I have been able to overcome in many ways. I was actually quite worried about coming to college because I knew I would have to eat in public all the time. Luckily, I got over that, at least enough to eat a healthy amount for my meals. Still, I struggle with this. People who eat with me see it, but don't get it - they see that I never finish my entire meal, especially in a restaurant setting. This is probably the thing that makes me feel most self-conscious, because it's the thing people notice most, and comment on. I bring home food every single time I go out to eat, with very few exceptions.
Obviously I don't expect people to know all of this, because I don't really share it. Why? Because it takes a lot of time to explain, and there's no real reason for it, so I don't usually feel like making people try to understand it. By not explaining myself, however, I open myself up to misconceptions. On the surface, people just poke fun at me. I'm sure there are a handful of people who watch me eat barely half of my meal and think certain things, assuming I'm doing it on purpose to diet or something. I've had people think I'm anorexic. It all really hurts, because it's not something under my control. When I stop eating, it's because I feel that if I take another bite, I'm going to be physically ill.
Honestly? I wish that everyone I know would read this blog and understand what I'm saying. I'm starting to get tired of being made fun of and having people think I have a serious problem. Besides, all anyone needs to do to prove all their assumptions wrong is to come to my house, either here or at home, and spend one afternoon/evening with me. Because in the comfort of my own home, I eat NONSTOP. Trust me.
Wow, I totally didn't mean to go off on a tangent like that. But it really feels good to let it all out.
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Speaking of being sick, I still am. I'm losing my voice and I'm still congested. But it's okay - as opposed to Melissa saying I sound like a man, Katrina says I have a sexy bedroom voice.
The weather has been gorgeous lately, although I understand that it's only temporary. Today it was 65 degrees. I walked outside in a short-sleeved shirt and was comfortable. I'm going to miss it when it goes back to being freezing cold.
I'm currently watching the primary results, and getting kind of frustrated. Texas is pretty much half and half, and I'm crossing my fingers that the votes coming in are going to Obama. And of course, as I'm typing, they're calling Ohio for Clinton. Son of a B.
Well then. I'm off to sulk about Clinton making somewhat of a comeback and wait for my loverly roommates to come back from their hardcore studying.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Here I go again...
Not much has changed since the last entry, except that I'm even more fed up than before.
This competition is just draining me off everything I have. I'm sick, I have three tests this week, and still I have all this nonsense to be worrying about. I'm angry about how unorganized we've been, how unprepared we still are, and the addition of the fourth kid to this group.
We weren't always a group of four, and we probably should've never been more than three. This fourth kid doesn't show up to any extra practices and is apparently behind on learning the choreography. Of course, then he has the nerve to talk crap about me (when we've never even met) because he doesn't understand how I could be any good since I don't show up to class on Mondays. I'm not even going to get into how completely irrelevant that is, or else I could go on for days.
So why did he end up in our group? That is the main issue behind all of my stress and anger. If he wasn't in the group, then things would be SO much easier. The original three of us have practiced together many times and actually work really well together. I just don't understand why this fourth kid needed to be included. It's ridiculous! But of course, nothing can really be done at this point. Basically, though, all my other aggravations stem from this issue. Why do I have to haul ass back and forth for practice in the middle of the week? Because this kid can't practice on the weekend. Of course, it doesn't help much when he doesn't even show up for the middle-of-the-week practice, either.
Then there's the nitty-gritty of competition stuff - costumes, positions, and accuracy of the choreography. Besides the shirt Ashley just found today, we really have no definite answer for costumes. We just figured out spots and transitions, but have yet to work as a complete group to make sure nobody runs into each other. And as for the choreography... I'm just praying that this fourth kid has finally learned the rest of it and has been working on it. I'm praying for a miracle, that we'll all get together to finally practice, and the whole thing will run more-or-less seamlessly. Right now, I don't have much hope.
I'm completely sick of the way this has gone down. I'm done with the disorganization, lack of communication, and lack of even giving a shit. I've spent too many hours of "practice time" sitting on the floor watching Chris run through his solo for the five hundredth time, or all of us just sitting around doing nothing. My parents are on my back for good reason, because I'm out at practice until 2am, and as of late, with a horrible cold on top of that. It's just ridiculous. Everyone just assumes that I'm available at any given time, and that driving back home isn't a huge deal or that it takes time out of my schedule. They think it's okay for me to stay out until 2am when I'm completely drained and sick, with three tests in the next week to study for.
It's done on Saturday. I'm sure we'll have a really fun time once we actually get to the competition. As I've discussed with Ashley, if we don't get a high score because the guys don't take this seriously, then I'm going to be really pissed off. And I'll probably cry. This routine is one of the best ones I've been involved with so far, and we've worked so hard on it. The last thing I need is for this to be ruined by stupid shit.
Ugh.
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I'm sick, again. Last week I was definitely getting better, until I woke up on Friday. Luckily we had a snow day, because my throat was killing me and I was completely congested all over again. I spent all of Friday in bed, hoping to regain my energy for the weekend.
Saturday was Julianne's Sweet 16!! It was so fun, and Julianne looked so pretty. I spent most of the night chatting and catching up with Dawn. We talked about a lot of... interesting things, and it's really funny to know that she feels the same way I do about stuff. Then I was supposed to have competition practice, but that never happened (of course).
Today I drove back here and studied. Well, sort of. I procrastinated a lot. But I've been studying in between that! My habits will never die, I suppose. I was all set to start studying on Friday, but napping, watching TV, and talking to Natalie trumped studying in terms of importance, heh.
Saturday can't come fast enough.
This competition is just draining me off everything I have. I'm sick, I have three tests this week, and still I have all this nonsense to be worrying about. I'm angry about how unorganized we've been, how unprepared we still are, and the addition of the fourth kid to this group.
We weren't always a group of four, and we probably should've never been more than three. This fourth kid doesn't show up to any extra practices and is apparently behind on learning the choreography. Of course, then he has the nerve to talk crap about me (when we've never even met) because he doesn't understand how I could be any good since I don't show up to class on Mondays. I'm not even going to get into how completely irrelevant that is, or else I could go on for days.
So why did he end up in our group? That is the main issue behind all of my stress and anger. If he wasn't in the group, then things would be SO much easier. The original three of us have practiced together many times and actually work really well together. I just don't understand why this fourth kid needed to be included. It's ridiculous! But of course, nothing can really be done at this point. Basically, though, all my other aggravations stem from this issue. Why do I have to haul ass back and forth for practice in the middle of the week? Because this kid can't practice on the weekend. Of course, it doesn't help much when he doesn't even show up for the middle-of-the-week practice, either.
Then there's the nitty-gritty of competition stuff - costumes, positions, and accuracy of the choreography. Besides the shirt Ashley just found today, we really have no definite answer for costumes. We just figured out spots and transitions, but have yet to work as a complete group to make sure nobody runs into each other. And as for the choreography... I'm just praying that this fourth kid has finally learned the rest of it and has been working on it. I'm praying for a miracle, that we'll all get together to finally practice, and the whole thing will run more-or-less seamlessly. Right now, I don't have much hope.
I'm completely sick of the way this has gone down. I'm done with the disorganization, lack of communication, and lack of even giving a shit. I've spent too many hours of "practice time" sitting on the floor watching Chris run through his solo for the five hundredth time, or all of us just sitting around doing nothing. My parents are on my back for good reason, because I'm out at practice until 2am, and as of late, with a horrible cold on top of that. It's just ridiculous. Everyone just assumes that I'm available at any given time, and that driving back home isn't a huge deal or that it takes time out of my schedule. They think it's okay for me to stay out until 2am when I'm completely drained and sick, with three tests in the next week to study for.
It's done on Saturday. I'm sure we'll have a really fun time once we actually get to the competition. As I've discussed with Ashley, if we don't get a high score because the guys don't take this seriously, then I'm going to be really pissed off. And I'll probably cry. This routine is one of the best ones I've been involved with so far, and we've worked so hard on it. The last thing I need is for this to be ruined by stupid shit.
Ugh.
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I'm sick, again. Last week I was definitely getting better, until I woke up on Friday. Luckily we had a snow day, because my throat was killing me and I was completely congested all over again. I spent all of Friday in bed, hoping to regain my energy for the weekend.
Saturday was Julianne's Sweet 16!! It was so fun, and Julianne looked so pretty. I spent most of the night chatting and catching up with Dawn. We talked about a lot of... interesting things, and it's really funny to know that she feels the same way I do about stuff. Then I was supposed to have competition practice, but that never happened (of course).
Today I drove back here and studied. Well, sort of. I procrastinated a lot. But I've been studying in between that! My habits will never die, I suppose. I was all set to start studying on Friday, but napping, watching TV, and talking to Natalie trumped studying in terms of importance, heh.
Saturday can't come fast enough.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
I don't even know
Valentine's Day. Yeah, so it was four days ago, and I'm a bit late, but it was too good a day not to blog about it.
Let me begin by saying that, although I have now been valentine-less for every single Valentine's Day I've lived through, I still enjoy it as I do all holidays. Valentine's Day is such a polarized holiday - you have the people who love it (i.e., me), but then you have those who absolutely despise it. You know those people. You might even be one of those people.
I find that these people can be, for the most part, categorized into two groups. The first group are those who don't have a significant other and have jealousy issues. Their primary objective is to make you feel sorry for them and to put down Valentine's Day by any means. The second group of people are those who constantly remind you that Valentine's Day is a made-up holiday by corporations to make you think you need to buy shit. Sometimes this group coincides with Group #1, because the first group can use this as yet another excuse as to why you shouldn't enjoy Valentine's Day.
The commercialization issue really gets me, because nowadays, everything is commercialized. Get over it. Just because companies come up with products for every single holiday doesn't mean that the value of the holiday itself is gone. Obviously, most intelligent people understand that Christmas and Valentine's Day aren't primarily about getting gifts. It's true that most of these same people do give and receive gifts, however, they realize the deeper meaning of it all.
I find it frustrating, because I see both sides of the spectrum. Meaning, I am first in line to buy into the commercialization of holidays. I own holiday-themed clothing and decorations, and will buy food or other items simply because they are holiday-related. However. I also celebrate these holidays and their true meanings, such as acknowledging those who love you and letting them know they are important to you.
Anyway. My Valentine's Day was very enjoyable. Probably one of the best I've had so far. My roommates and I all woke up to find roses left in front of our doors, which we later found out was from a kid I know who bought them for all the girls in the townhouse complex I live in. I also received a little paper valentine from Melissa and a lollipop candygram type of deal from Danielle. Even Melissa getting flowers from Matt made me happy. In my usual over-the-top style, I wore a cute dark pink top with my Hooker Boots, along with some heart earrings. At night, Melissa, Danielle and I celebrated a girl's night in by ordering Italian food, breaking out some sparkling cider and chocolate covered strawberries, watching chick flicks and putting together my 3-D Cinderella Castle puzzle.
So take that, fate. I don't need a stinkin' boyfriend. I have plenty of love in my life without one.
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So last entry, I talked about The Cold. Well, it's gotten worse, but that's probably because I've been neglecting the fact that I'm actually sick. Last week I failed to go to bed early, despite claims that I would every night. I also recall venturing outside a few times without as much protection from the cold as I probably should have had. Twice I walked in the rain without an umbrella or a hood. Last night I stayed up talking to my roommates until five thirty in the morning.
Of course, being sick and everything, I've abandoned all my resolutions and disregarded what I gave up for Lent. I haven't worked out in a week and I started to let my eating habits fall by the wayside. Friday's diet consisted of penne vodka, french fries, and Cheez-Its. That totally encompasses all the food groups.
As for what I gave up for Lent, I'm trying to rethink my decision. "Not sleeping for more than 9 hours" really isn't a good vow anyway. I think I'm going to adopt the "don't hit the snooze button" vow instead, because it's a lot more practical.
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Once more, I've delivered a really disappointing blog. Not in terms of content per say, but in terms of boring the hell out of everyone. Even I'm bored. I'm finishing this and thinking, did I just write that? Sort of reminiscent of Jim Gaffigan's question after eating a Hot Pocket: "Did I eat that or did I rub it on my face?"
I'm... gonna go now. Homework, you know. And.. I need to disassociate myself with this entry.
Let me begin by saying that, although I have now been valentine-less for every single Valentine's Day I've lived through, I still enjoy it as I do all holidays. Valentine's Day is such a polarized holiday - you have the people who love it (i.e., me), but then you have those who absolutely despise it. You know those people. You might even be one of those people.
I find that these people can be, for the most part, categorized into two groups. The first group are those who don't have a significant other and have jealousy issues. Their primary objective is to make you feel sorry for them and to put down Valentine's Day by any means. The second group of people are those who constantly remind you that Valentine's Day is a made-up holiday by corporations to make you think you need to buy shit. Sometimes this group coincides with Group #1, because the first group can use this as yet another excuse as to why you shouldn't enjoy Valentine's Day.
The commercialization issue really gets me, because nowadays, everything is commercialized. Get over it. Just because companies come up with products for every single holiday doesn't mean that the value of the holiday itself is gone. Obviously, most intelligent people understand that Christmas and Valentine's Day aren't primarily about getting gifts. It's true that most of these same people do give and receive gifts, however, they realize the deeper meaning of it all.
I find it frustrating, because I see both sides of the spectrum. Meaning, I am first in line to buy into the commercialization of holidays. I own holiday-themed clothing and decorations, and will buy food or other items simply because they are holiday-related. However. I also celebrate these holidays and their true meanings, such as acknowledging those who love you and letting them know they are important to you.
Anyway. My Valentine's Day was very enjoyable. Probably one of the best I've had so far. My roommates and I all woke up to find roses left in front of our doors, which we later found out was from a kid I know who bought them for all the girls in the townhouse complex I live in. I also received a little paper valentine from Melissa and a lollipop candygram type of deal from Danielle. Even Melissa getting flowers from Matt made me happy. In my usual over-the-top style, I wore a cute dark pink top with my Hooker Boots, along with some heart earrings. At night, Melissa, Danielle and I celebrated a girl's night in by ordering Italian food, breaking out some sparkling cider and chocolate covered strawberries, watching chick flicks and putting together my 3-D Cinderella Castle puzzle.
So take that, fate. I don't need a stinkin' boyfriend. I have plenty of love in my life without one.
~
So last entry, I talked about The Cold. Well, it's gotten worse, but that's probably because I've been neglecting the fact that I'm actually sick. Last week I failed to go to bed early, despite claims that I would every night. I also recall venturing outside a few times without as much protection from the cold as I probably should have had. Twice I walked in the rain without an umbrella or a hood. Last night I stayed up talking to my roommates until five thirty in the morning.
Of course, being sick and everything, I've abandoned all my resolutions and disregarded what I gave up for Lent. I haven't worked out in a week and I started to let my eating habits fall by the wayside. Friday's diet consisted of penne vodka, french fries, and Cheez-Its. That totally encompasses all the food groups.
As for what I gave up for Lent, I'm trying to rethink my decision. "Not sleeping for more than 9 hours" really isn't a good vow anyway. I think I'm going to adopt the "don't hit the snooze button" vow instead, because it's a lot more practical.
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Once more, I've delivered a really disappointing blog. Not in terms of content per say, but in terms of boring the hell out of everyone. Even I'm bored. I'm finishing this and thinking, did I just write that? Sort of reminiscent of Jim Gaffigan's question after eating a Hot Pocket: "Did I eat that or did I rub it on my face?"
I'm... gonna go now. Homework, you know. And.. I need to disassociate myself with this entry.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Yes We Can
My hesitance to adopt this website for my blogging has produced at least one positive outcome: because I feel like my entries have to have at least some inkling of substance, I don't waste too much time on here. Of course, I won't mention that I've utilized my procrastination skills elsewhere, such as reading political blogs. At least that's more educational, right? Right?!
I've been getting really into this whole election, which I suppose is a good thing. At first it felt awkward, because I felt that I was acting like a "poser." (Ah, haven't used that word in a while.) Getting excited about debates and Super Tuesday results felt strange because it was never something that interested me before now, and I felt like I wasn't really into them, but simply into the novelty of them. If that makes any sense at all.
Barack Obama is my candidate of choice by a long-shot. Something about Hillary irks me, although I guessI'll be forced to... I'll happily... I'll end up voting for her if she wins the Democratic nomination. I really hope she doesn't, though. I can't really explain what drew me to Obama, but I can tell you that he inspires me. He speaks so eloquently and brings a different personality to politics. He's not about smear campaigns and he doesn't take money from lobbyists, two things that I admire him for, because it takes a lot of guts to go against these things that have become "tradition" among politicians. I guess what it comes down to is that he's not the same old boring politician who I can't relate to or who doesn't care about my concerns; he takes time to reach out to the young people. Being on the very low side of the 18-30 age bracket, I hear a lot about how young people never really vote, that they get involved but then fail to go out to the polls. Obama represents something that we all crave, enough to pull the twenty-somethings out of their houses and dorm rooms and to the polling places. Another smaller reason that I'm behind Obama is that I tend to favor the underdog. Although he is on the heels of Hillary (or, according to some websites, leading her in the delegate count), he has come a long way, and it's been a battle. Hillary has intense name and face recognition, has the buzz about her being the first female president, and is married to a former president. Clearly, she has a lot going for her. However. Obama has shown that he can do just as well as she can, no matter how many people cite his inexperience (which I, for one, believe is not even that important when electing a president, because he'll have the intelligence to surround himself with experienced people).
So that's my little political schpeal.
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I knew it was coming, and today, I woke up with The Cold. I get The Cold usually every year, sometimes more than once. It's the same for me every time - first my nose gets stuffy and then runny, which is sometimes the extent of it. However, I know it's getting worse the day that I end up with an irritated throat, and when I try to sleep, the scratchiness of my throat prevents me from doing so because I have to clear my throat or swallow every other minute. And then I curse the heavens because I know that the following day, it will be even worse. And it was. My throat was scratchy all day, and now I'm developing a cough as well. Great. Thank you, below-zero wind chill. I appreciate it.
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There should be homework getting done right now, considering I should probably go to bed early so that I get better faster. But in the world of college, things make total sense in my head, but never get put into practice. I have a Capital Budgeting homework assignment that I should be trying to get done because in this class, he will call anyone at will to do the problems. I also have reading for my 10am class that should probably be done, but neither of these things are even close to being finished. So now it's almost 11pm, which is when I wanted to go to sleep, and now comes the decision - stay up that extra hour and get the work done, or go to bed now and wake up extra early to do the work. Without fail, nine times out of ten I choose to go to bed and get up early... except that I rarely ever actually get up.
I'm thinking my plan of action is to start the homework, go to bed in a half hour, then wake up "early" to finish it. I'll let you know how that goes.
I've been getting really into this whole election, which I suppose is a good thing. At first it felt awkward, because I felt that I was acting like a "poser." (Ah, haven't used that word in a while.) Getting excited about debates and Super Tuesday results felt strange because it was never something that interested me before now, and I felt like I wasn't really into them, but simply into the novelty of them. If that makes any sense at all.
Barack Obama is my candidate of choice by a long-shot. Something about Hillary irks me, although I guess
So that's my little political schpeal.
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I knew it was coming, and today, I woke up with The Cold. I get The Cold usually every year, sometimes more than once. It's the same for me every time - first my nose gets stuffy and then runny, which is sometimes the extent of it. However, I know it's getting worse the day that I end up with an irritated throat, and when I try to sleep, the scratchiness of my throat prevents me from doing so because I have to clear my throat or swallow every other minute. And then I curse the heavens because I know that the following day, it will be even worse. And it was. My throat was scratchy all day, and now I'm developing a cough as well. Great. Thank you, below-zero wind chill. I appreciate it.
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There should be homework getting done right now, considering I should probably go to bed early so that I get better faster. But in the world of college, things make total sense in my head, but never get put into practice. I have a Capital Budgeting homework assignment that I should be trying to get done because in this class, he will call anyone at will to do the problems. I also have reading for my 10am class that should probably be done, but neither of these things are even close to being finished. So now it's almost 11pm, which is when I wanted to go to sleep, and now comes the decision - stay up that extra hour and get the work done, or go to bed now and wake up extra early to do the work. Without fail, nine times out of ten I choose to go to bed and get up early... except that I rarely ever actually get up.
I'm thinking my plan of action is to start the homework, go to bed in a half hour, then wake up "early" to finish it. I'll let you know how that goes.
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