"Oooh, what's a Christmas-gram? I want one!!"
How wonderful life is. When I get mildly frustrated these days, I tell myself to simply go with the flow -- getting mad or upset or cranky isn't going to solve anything, and I am trying SO hard to just be happy and mellow and flow-y. I'm trying, I really, really am. And it doesn't hurt, of course, that things are going SPLENDIDLY lately.
First and foremost, I GOT INTO EMERSON! I can't believe it I can't believe it I can't believe it!! Honestly, it took me a while to process it. I cried, unable to stop myself, when I heard. I just couldn't believe that month after month after month of stress, hard work, hell, determination, and fear, I could finally be relieved. I was accepted. It was all so surreal, and amazing, and unbelievable, and I just couldn't be happier, really. I'm so glad. I'm so relieved. I'm so proud.
So, that's kind of been heightening my mood as of late. But let's see, what else?
Yesterday, Meg's and my fun-thing-that-was-a-week-in-the-making came to a head: we donated blood. We got up early and went to breakfast, panicked throughout our classes (and filled our bladders to capacity and then some) before going to lunch and eating a fluid-y, iron-y meal (and procrastinating was the minutes counted down). We ran a few errands to stall, but by the time 12:15 rolled around, we knew we just had to go in and get it over with. We signed in and had to wait for a while, which didn't help our nerves.
After trying to decipher a very fast list of questions, and getting our fingers pricked to test our iron (son of a nutcracker that hurt!!) and watched it float to the bottom (yay, Frosted Mini Wheats paid off!!), Meg and I thankfully found ourselves laying on beds head to head. So we could talk to each other the whole time. My guy, Mike, was very nice, and Meg's 2 nurses were also really, really sweet and kept us company the whole time. We had little balls to squeeze (that's what she said, I know), but it took forever and a day until they actually put the needle in.
I was fah-reaking out, afraid it would hurt real bad. But it pinched when it went in, as all needles do, but then, I swear to you, I was completely and totally fine. I was talking and smiling and even laughing the entire time, and Meg and I got through it togehter. It felt a little weird, yes, but honestly, it was awesome. I'm really proud of myself, and even a little impressed that I actually went through with it. I filled up my bag just a few seconds before Meg, and then we got to have juice and relax. When we felt fine enough to sit up and walk, we went to the cookie table and had lots of snacks and more juice and got stickers and tee-shirts. I'm (well, both of us, but Meg will be in London) are eligible Feb. 5th and I really plan to do it again. It was, all in all, a really great experience.
The rest of the day passed lazily. Meg and I were feeling a little queasy throughout, not to mention exhausted. We had to take a break midway on our way back to Terraces (I felt all clammy on the back of my neck, the same way I felt in Bio class right before passing out and over the summer when I had to call 911.) We watched Elf again (still LOVE it) and then took a 25 minute nap before dinner. Who knew that could be refreshing? She came over for Supernanny (back, not smack! haha) and I'm not going to lie, I was in bed by 10:30 and asleep before 11.
I slept a solid 10 hours last night, waking up refreshed and stayed in bed, watching Regis and Kelly for about half an hr. I went to Fiction, which was moderately tolerable (a big deal in that class), lunch in the pub with Meg, Latin (which was not palatable today) and then came back here. I called LNT to talk to Rosie and told her the good news. It was so good to talk to her again, and she was SO happy for me and I really missed her. She also said she'd tell Karl/Jen when I can start working, so I hope that's good. Oh Nana Ro. :)
I did my hw and then watched a fascinating Oprah on the secret language of babies (this was SO impressive I couldn't believe it). Then I met up with my pals and 8 of us went out to dinner at Chili's. Kendra, Russ, Steve, Ally, Megs, Scott, and I all went to Chili's, sat at a huge table, annoyed our waitress with 7 separate checks and our demand for BOTTOMLESS chips & salsa, and watched Steve and Kendra have a food eating contest that ended with Kendra's face covered in food and Steve's bottomless pit of burps. It was hilarious, it was tasty, and it was just perfect. I LOVE my friends, every last one of them! :)
Oh, I almost lost Ace yesterday. I put him in his ball, on the floor, but somehow he managed to open it and I looked down to find the ball on its side and the top next to it. I panicked, thinking he'd slipped under the door, thinking I'd lost him forever. I threw myself towards the door and he was about 10 inches from it. I scooped him up, relieved beyond belief, and mystified at how he managed to escape the ball. He's sleeping now, half upstairs, half in the tube, and he looks just adorable. I can't wait to see my little Nano again, too!!! Gosh I miss him.
Now here I am, happy but bored. I'll be home in a week -- scary scary!! At least the second half of this semester has been absolutely remarkable and filled with the best of times.
And we'll see about the future.
P.S. I love how I'm single-handedly responsible (or so I like to believe) for providing all of Terraces with Christmas music via my itunes. Everytime I close it, people are using it! Makes me feel Santa-y and special.
:)
First and foremost, I GOT INTO EMERSON! I can't believe it I can't believe it I can't believe it!! Honestly, it took me a while to process it. I cried, unable to stop myself, when I heard. I just couldn't believe that month after month after month of stress, hard work, hell, determination, and fear, I could finally be relieved. I was accepted. It was all so surreal, and amazing, and unbelievable, and I just couldn't be happier, really. I'm so glad. I'm so relieved. I'm so proud.
So, that's kind of been heightening my mood as of late. But let's see, what else?
Yesterday, Meg's and my fun-thing-that-was-a-week-in-the-making came to a head: we donated blood. We got up early and went to breakfast, panicked throughout our classes (and filled our bladders to capacity and then some) before going to lunch and eating a fluid-y, iron-y meal (and procrastinating was the minutes counted down). We ran a few errands to stall, but by the time 12:15 rolled around, we knew we just had to go in and get it over with. We signed in and had to wait for a while, which didn't help our nerves.
After trying to decipher a very fast list of questions, and getting our fingers pricked to test our iron (son of a nutcracker that hurt!!) and watched it float to the bottom (yay, Frosted Mini Wheats paid off!!), Meg and I thankfully found ourselves laying on beds head to head. So we could talk to each other the whole time. My guy, Mike, was very nice, and Meg's 2 nurses were also really, really sweet and kept us company the whole time. We had little balls to squeeze (that's what she said, I know), but it took forever and a day until they actually put the needle in.
I was fah-reaking out, afraid it would hurt real bad. But it pinched when it went in, as all needles do, but then, I swear to you, I was completely and totally fine. I was talking and smiling and even laughing the entire time, and Meg and I got through it togehter. It felt a little weird, yes, but honestly, it was awesome. I'm really proud of myself, and even a little impressed that I actually went through with it. I filled up my bag just a few seconds before Meg, and then we got to have juice and relax. When we felt fine enough to sit up and walk, we went to the cookie table and had lots of snacks and more juice and got stickers and tee-shirts. I'm (well, both of us, but Meg will be in London) are eligible Feb. 5th and I really plan to do it again. It was, all in all, a really great experience.
The rest of the day passed lazily. Meg and I were feeling a little queasy throughout, not to mention exhausted. We had to take a break midway on our way back to Terraces (I felt all clammy on the back of my neck, the same way I felt in Bio class right before passing out and over the summer when I had to call 911.) We watched Elf again (still LOVE it) and then took a 25 minute nap before dinner. Who knew that could be refreshing? She came over for Supernanny (back, not smack! haha) and I'm not going to lie, I was in bed by 10:30 and asleep before 11.
I slept a solid 10 hours last night, waking up refreshed and stayed in bed, watching Regis and Kelly for about half an hr. I went to Fiction, which was moderately tolerable (a big deal in that class), lunch in the pub with Meg, Latin (which was not palatable today) and then came back here. I called LNT to talk to Rosie and told her the good news. It was so good to talk to her again, and she was SO happy for me and I really missed her. She also said she'd tell Karl/Jen when I can start working, so I hope that's good. Oh Nana Ro. :)
I did my hw and then watched a fascinating Oprah on the secret language of babies (this was SO impressive I couldn't believe it). Then I met up with my pals and 8 of us went out to dinner at Chili's. Kendra, Russ, Steve, Ally, Megs, Scott, and I all went to Chili's, sat at a huge table, annoyed our waitress with 7 separate checks and our demand for BOTTOMLESS chips & salsa, and watched Steve and Kendra have a food eating contest that ended with Kendra's face covered in food and Steve's bottomless pit of burps. It was hilarious, it was tasty, and it was just perfect. I LOVE my friends, every last one of them! :)
Oh, I almost lost Ace yesterday. I put him in his ball, on the floor, but somehow he managed to open it and I looked down to find the ball on its side and the top next to it. I panicked, thinking he'd slipped under the door, thinking I'd lost him forever. I threw myself towards the door and he was about 10 inches from it. I scooped him up, relieved beyond belief, and mystified at how he managed to escape the ball. He's sleeping now, half upstairs, half in the tube, and he looks just adorable. I can't wait to see my little Nano again, too!!! Gosh I miss him.
Now here I am, happy but bored. I'll be home in a week -- scary scary!! At least the second half of this semester has been absolutely remarkable and filled with the best of times.
And we'll see about the future.
P.S. I love how I'm single-handedly responsible (or so I like to believe) for providing all of Terraces with Christmas music via my itunes. Everytime I close it, people are using it! Makes me feel Santa-y and special.
:)