- A 2 am bed time is only advisable once a week.
- The crater holes where I had my wisdom teeth removed are still incredibly sore.
- This was evidenced when I got knocked in the jaw last night at rehearsal - nobody's fault - and made everything hurt.
- Geo lab tomorrow takes place more or less in my backyard.
- I sat through a class and a half feeling like my head wasn't functioning.
- Spent four hours (roughly) with no contacts or glasses due to a contact lens malfunction and knowing that wearing only one would produce a hell of a headache within twenty minutes.
- Watching DVD's of Law and Order: UK off of Netflix helps me pretend I'm still in the UK.
- I have a place to live next year - in a house - and get to pick my room on Tuesday.
- There's a project that's going to allow me to look at the quantum mechanics of a black hole.
- There may be a way to tie that back to either Star Trek 2009 or Stargate, of which I'm practically salivating over.
- There's a chance my mom, sister, and I will be able to make a sort of round trip to NYC to see the MLS All Stars take on Manchester United and then see RENT on Broadway.
- If we see RENT it will remind me of the last time we all went to see a musical together, which was The Lion King when I was still in elementary school.
- Sadly, though it would be really fun and a great experience, it's not going to be possible to do the Geo field course this summer (two weeks in Colorado) because it doesn't help for my major, and I would have to petition quite a few people to be able to take only three courses my senior Spring.
- I'm having mixed feelings about the fact that the theater department doesn't want me to take Intro to Dramatic Literature as an independent study (which would mean only three courses [all of them chem, with labs] in the fall) and want me to wait instead for next Spring and another dramatic lit course.
- I still have my ethics goal to fulfill.
- My adviser is quite happy that we're not struggling to fulfill the fine arts goal.
- I don't think I drink enough water in the day.
- I should make a cup of tea and get cozy on my bed doing homework.
- I have a card I'm going to send to my best friend in Rome.
- Speaking of said best friend, she'll be living across the street from me next year.
- One of these days, when it gets a little warmer, I'm going to lay on the grass, look at the sky, breathe, and simply be.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Virginia Company
It's sometimes fun to start at the end. This is what we did last week.
While I try and get my head around the asshattery that was the first Monday back after Spring Break - complete with more moments of brilliance in one day than the last month and a half - I'd figure I'd clue everyone in on where I've been for the past week.
I mentioned this a little earlier (sometime a couple weeks ago, I think) that I was spending my Spring Break doing community service in Virginia instead of becoming a couch potato at my own house.
It was pretty cool, truthfully. We accomplished a lot. I'm still kind of covered in latex paint and primer, got bit by a tick, cut up the backs of my hands a little on nails through surfaces as I was trying to paint, and, if you followed my twitter, you'd have probably seen that I was trying not to swear like a sailor and commit bodily harm to people I was with over downright damned annoying little things.
Either way I survived the week, did good service, and there were some pretty impressive, and interesting photos that more or less cropped out of it.
I am the headless "moonsuit" (used for painting, to preserve your clothes) on the left.
Chippin' paint and lookin'....woodsy. Or grungy. Either one works.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Oneness
This is the third time I've tried to write this post.
My varsity soccer coach my junior and senior year in high school told me those weren't the best days of my life, and not to let them be. That there were bigger and better things out there waiting for us to find them, experience them. He was right, for the most part, that high school wasn't the best days of my life.
What he wasn't right about was WAZA. A travel team I'd been playing on for four years. Those girls, since the first day, they were more than teammates, they were practically family. We were family, actually. After our first practice our coach had said, "Welcome to the WAZA family," and he never stopped saying it. It was drilled into us that if our sister was against the boards, you go help her. You give her support.
Those girls were one of the best things that have ever happened to me. One of the best groups of people that I have ever come to know.
Friday afternoon we lost a sister. She'd fought leukemia not once, but twice - and won - only to lose to a lung infection.
It's been four years since we last stepped on or off a soccer field together. Four years, but with this we've come back to the family we were once. And still are.
That is how we'll grieve. We'll grieve with our blood family, and the family we chose.
We'll grieve for our sister.
My varsity soccer coach my junior and senior year in high school told me those weren't the best days of my life, and not to let them be. That there were bigger and better things out there waiting for us to find them, experience them. He was right, for the most part, that high school wasn't the best days of my life.
What he wasn't right about was WAZA. A travel team I'd been playing on for four years. Those girls, since the first day, they were more than teammates, they were practically family. We were family, actually. After our first practice our coach had said, "Welcome to the WAZA family," and he never stopped saying it. It was drilled into us that if our sister was against the boards, you go help her. You give her support.
Those girls were one of the best things that have ever happened to me. One of the best groups of people that I have ever come to know.
Friday afternoon we lost a sister. She'd fought leukemia not once, but twice - and won - only to lose to a lung infection.
It's been four years since we last stepped on or off a soccer field together. Four years, but with this we've come back to the family we were once. And still are.
That is how we'll grieve. We'll grieve with our blood family, and the family we chose.
We'll grieve for our sister.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Almost Normal
This is a sort of Wordless Wednesday post in disguise.
It's been five days since I had all four wisdom teeth removed.
This was me Sunday afternoon.
Chubby Chubby Chipmunk, anyone?
And this is me five days later.
Still a chipmunk, but not now I don't look like I'm putting away food for winter.
I'm also beginning to turn pretty colors as the swelling goes down. I keep waiting for someone to ask me who hit me. And the looks at Wegman's while J and I had frozen coffee drinks and I ate mine with a spoon? Priceless.
It's been five days since I had all four wisdom teeth removed.
This was me Sunday afternoon.
Chubby Chubby Chipmunk, anyone?
And this is me five days later.
Still a chipmunk, but not now I don't look like I'm putting away food for winter.
I'm also beginning to turn pretty colors as the swelling goes down. I keep waiting for someone to ask me who hit me. And the looks at Wegman's while J and I had frozen coffee drinks and I ate mine with a spoon? Priceless.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Shaken, Not Stirred
I'm writing this while more or less waiting for my pain pill to kick in and take me off to la-la land for the night as four classes tomorrow, plus lab, is probably going to be pushing it for a full day back after having oral surgery.
Anyway. I've got very good news.
All of my collective 37 followers and whoever else stumbles upon this happy collection of ramblings knows that I write for the Colleges' alternative student newspaper, martini. Since I don't go to school with most of you - or, rather, we're not even in the same geographical location (not even remotely, in some cases) I - and the email list usually only covers our alums, I've got really good news.
martini is now online. Including most of our paper archives, too. You can actually go all the way back to our first volume, issues 5, 7, and 8. (Note, though, that there some articles missing in some of our issues...this might be because the pre-printed copy is the one loaded, and we'll definitely try to get that fixed.)
However, for now, have at it and tell us what you think. Newest issues are at the top, and enjoy a crisp, clean, hard hitting martini with your morning coffee.
Anyway. I've got very good news.
All of my collective 37 followers and whoever else stumbles upon this happy collection of ramblings knows that I write for the Colleges' alternative student newspaper, martini. Since I don't go to school with most of you - or, rather, we're not even in the same geographical location (not even remotely, in some cases) I - and the email list usually only covers our alums, I've got really good news.
martini is now online. Including most of our paper archives, too. You can actually go all the way back to our first volume, issues 5, 7, and 8. (Note, though, that there some articles missing in some of our issues...this might be because the pre-printed copy is the one loaded, and we'll definitely try to get that fixed.)
However, for now, have at it and tell us what you think. Newest issues are at the top, and enjoy a crisp, clean, hard hitting martini with your morning coffee.
Alright
Kanye West wrote and sang a song titled Through the Wire because, well, his jaw was wired shut due to something that had happened to him to cause such a thing. Not only is my jaw not wired shut, I also can't sing for shit and my mouth won't open too far because it's so swollen.
I resemble a chipmunk who's been stuffing nuts in its mouth to prepare for winter. Only, it's the end of February, I'm a twenty-one-year-old human, and I've recently (Friday) had my wisdom teeth removed. After spending the first night in my college house with my Mama because the roads were too bad to get home, I've spent yesterday and today at my own house - most of today knocked on my ass due to Vicodin - and now that I'm actually with it this afternoon, I'm looking at eating more pudding for lunch, scarfing so ibuprofen, and cranking out this lab report that's due tomorrow. My calculations might not be correct, but I'm kind of okay with that. And it's only the first draft due, so I can go see him about what to add and what not to add, and what needs to be fixed. Same about the problem set.
What I'm actually kind of jumping for joy about is my theater class. We don't have class on Tuesday. At all. Because our professor is in Florida interviewing at a big university. Which, while we love him to death, his position at our institution isn't secure, and while he's interviewing here, he's also looking elsewhere. It's the nature of these things.
Anyway, I mostly wanted to let you guys know that I'm alright. Well, alright as anyone can be while on painkillers, eating non-solid foods, and looking like a furry woodland creature. Other than that, I'm still the same Wandering Sagittarius.
I resemble a chipmunk who's been stuffing nuts in its mouth to prepare for winter. Only, it's the end of February, I'm a twenty-one-year-old human, and I've recently (Friday) had my wisdom teeth removed. After spending the first night in my college house with my Mama because the roads were too bad to get home, I've spent yesterday and today at my own house - most of today knocked on my ass due to Vicodin - and now that I'm actually with it this afternoon, I'm looking at eating more pudding for lunch, scarfing so ibuprofen, and cranking out this lab report that's due tomorrow. My calculations might not be correct, but I'm kind of okay with that. And it's only the first draft due, so I can go see him about what to add and what not to add, and what needs to be fixed. Same about the problem set.
What I'm actually kind of jumping for joy about is my theater class. We don't have class on Tuesday. At all. Because our professor is in Florida interviewing at a big university. Which, while we love him to death, his position at our institution isn't secure, and while he's interviewing here, he's also looking elsewhere. It's the nature of these things.
Anyway, I mostly wanted to let you guys know that I'm alright. Well, alright as anyone can be while on painkillers, eating non-solid foods, and looking like a furry woodland creature. Other than that, I'm still the same Wandering Sagittarius.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Short Form To-Do List
I need to get back in the habit of making my legit to-do list because it really helps me focus on what I need to get done, what I've gotten done, and what I have left to do.
So, while I get caught up on my missed Monday night TV (I don't watch much live TV, just about four shows, all in the beginning of the week, mostly on Monday) - The Chicago Code and Harry's Law - it's given me a little more time to think about what's coming up in a couple of days.
The wisdom teeth are being evicted Friday morning. I'll be in quantum for a little bit on that morning, then high-tailing it back to the house to meet my parents (or just one, I'm not sure if they're both coming) and then heading over to the oral surgeon and then the fun begins.
It is, however, not my first surgery that involves general anesthesia. I know the deal with that - they give you something and you go to sleep. What feels like five minutes later (but it's really not) you wake up, and the last time I was under completely I woke up, didn't even open my eyes, had someone doing something very interesting around the surgical area, and then, after mumbling in agreement that I was indeed feeling like I was going to throw up, gave me something that pretty much sent me back to sleep.
The moral of this story is that the more I sleep, the less I feel crummy. Considering I'm going to be on some pretty happy drugs post-surgery, sleeping is even better and probably all that I'm going to do for the rest of my Friday.
Until Friday morning, though, there's some things that need to be done. A draft of a formal lab report, a geoscience problem set, some research (to debunk an experiment) for mineralogy, putting my newest Shakespeare monologue on my mp3 player to listen to and help memorize, writing my piece for the open mic for National Eating Disorder Awareness Week, and remembering in all of that to attend lab, go to Wegman's so I can bake for the house tomorrow, and, you know, finding time to eat and whatnot. Maybe even knit.
And yes, I know you fine people are lacking a photograph of my first complete knitting project, I'll try to get one of those as soon as possible, as well as a photograph of the one that I've started because I'd like to give scarves - maybe hats, too - this year for Christmas to my college friends. Mama has already said she'll help me, and, I like to knit (I find it incredibly relaxing, too) so it's going to give me something to do throughout the summer in my downtime.
Also coming up is Spring Break. There will be lots of Tweets and photos - both on my Facebook, the blog, and PhotoBucket - because I'm going to be spending it in Virginia building bridges and doing maintenance in the Pocahontas State Park. I'm really excited. God only knows what I'm going to look like (I might still resemble a chipmunk and unable to eat a lot of solid food) but I'm really excited. I haven't gone on a road trip in a while (by road trip I mean in a car/van and somewhere in the continental United States) and this is just going to be a lot of fun. Hard work, but fun.
So, I've got a little more of The Chicago Code to watch, followed by Harry's Law and in the process I'll make my to-do list. Then I'll go about doing it because I've hit the point where if I'm not as productive as I like to be it bugs me.
Suddenly, with this prospect, I feel that this venti-sized Verona blend from Starbucks isn't going to be enough to accomplish what I need to. Then again, that's why there's a coffee pot in my kitchen.
So, while I get caught up on my missed Monday night TV (I don't watch much live TV, just about four shows, all in the beginning of the week, mostly on Monday) - The Chicago Code and Harry's Law - it's given me a little more time to think about what's coming up in a couple of days.
The wisdom teeth are being evicted Friday morning. I'll be in quantum for a little bit on that morning, then high-tailing it back to the house to meet my parents (or just one, I'm not sure if they're both coming) and then heading over to the oral surgeon and then the fun begins.
It is, however, not my first surgery that involves general anesthesia. I know the deal with that - they give you something and you go to sleep. What feels like five minutes later (but it's really not) you wake up, and the last time I was under completely I woke up, didn't even open my eyes, had someone doing something very interesting around the surgical area, and then, after mumbling in agreement that I was indeed feeling like I was going to throw up, gave me something that pretty much sent me back to sleep.
The moral of this story is that the more I sleep, the less I feel crummy. Considering I'm going to be on some pretty happy drugs post-surgery, sleeping is even better and probably all that I'm going to do for the rest of my Friday.
Until Friday morning, though, there's some things that need to be done. A draft of a formal lab report, a geoscience problem set, some research (to debunk an experiment) for mineralogy, putting my newest Shakespeare monologue on my mp3 player to listen to and help memorize, writing my piece for the open mic for National Eating Disorder Awareness Week, and remembering in all of that to attend lab, go to Wegman's so I can bake for the house tomorrow, and, you know, finding time to eat and whatnot. Maybe even knit.
And yes, I know you fine people are lacking a photograph of my first complete knitting project, I'll try to get one of those as soon as possible, as well as a photograph of the one that I've started because I'd like to give scarves - maybe hats, too - this year for Christmas to my college friends. Mama has already said she'll help me, and, I like to knit (I find it incredibly relaxing, too) so it's going to give me something to do throughout the summer in my downtime.
Also coming up is Spring Break. There will be lots of Tweets and photos - both on my Facebook, the blog, and PhotoBucket - because I'm going to be spending it in Virginia building bridges and doing maintenance in the Pocahontas State Park. I'm really excited. God only knows what I'm going to look like (I might still resemble a chipmunk and unable to eat a lot of solid food) but I'm really excited. I haven't gone on a road trip in a while (by road trip I mean in a car/van and somewhere in the continental United States) and this is just going to be a lot of fun. Hard work, but fun.
So, I've got a little more of The Chicago Code to watch, followed by Harry's Law and in the process I'll make my to-do list. Then I'll go about doing it because I've hit the point where if I'm not as productive as I like to be it bugs me.
Suddenly, with this prospect, I feel that this venti-sized Verona blend from Starbucks isn't going to be enough to accomplish what I need to. Then again, that's why there's a coffee pot in my kitchen.
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