I'm moving in three days, and the prep is insane. My stuff is overflowing into every room of the house.
I've been to Ikea three times in the last three days. (Highlights: everything is Swedish, $1 ice cream, and one of the box-lugger boys pulled an "excuse me, you dropped this" and gave me his number. I'm not going to call, but my parents got a kick out of it). But still, it is a tiring place, because it's so big and there's so much to look at.
Yesterday, I carried a couch up a flight of stairs. Today my arms hurt.
I'm living in a weird alternate universe that is post-school, pre-job. The bubble pops one week from today (Monday).
May 31, 2011
May 24, 2011
Inertia
Inertia: An object in motion is likely to stay in motion (I'm not a scientist, so don't quote me on that).
Blog Uninertia: A blog not in motion is likely to stay not in motion.
Basically, the longer I go without blogging, the less likely I am to blog.
I've been super busy. Taking finals, graduating, moving home (and out again in two weeks), and battling a quite annoying medical malady.
In summary: finals were hard, graduation was standard-- if not a little boring--and moving was meh (though I do have a nasty cut/bruise from a storage bin breaking in half and falling onto my foot. Don't move in sandals. Duh.)
As for the last thing. I have a word of caution to you all (probably only applies to girls): DON'T use old makeup. Please. Last weekend, I came home looking gross and unprepared to look un-gross if needed. My parents wanted to go out to dinner, so I cleverly decided to grab some old makeup that had been sitting in my closet for....years.
The next day, I noticed my lips felt drier than usual, but didn't pay attention to it because I was in finals mode. That was my only symptom until Thursday. I woke up at 5am for an early morning final, and noticed that my eyes looked puffier than usual. I attributed it to sleep deprivation. Throughout the day, I felt okay, and the eye swelling went down a bit (I think. I wasn't looking in the mirror much). That night, I was going to a friend's birthday party (a fancy one). I noticed my skin was VERY dry and my lips were cracking. I noticed a bunch of splotchy red spots on my neck. Not normal, but I had partying to do and no time to dwell.
Friday morning- graduation day. Woke up. AWFUL. My skin felt too tight for my face. Went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Scary thing looked back at me. It had a bright red face with swollen baggy eyes. I thought some de-puffing eye cream might help, so I rubbed it on. It burned. My eyes immediately started watering like crazy, and then I was sweating and shaking. I tried washing it off, but the burning continued. The only thing that helped a little was putting a bag of ice on my face. I threw on some (ugly) clothes and managed to drive home, even though I couldn't open my eyes. My mom tried to tell me I didn't look that bad. I didn't believe her. She drove me to the doctor's office, and the office staff didn't didn't believe her either. I got some pitiful looks.
The only way to reduce the swelling was a steriod shot. Lucky me. A lady took me into the back room, where I rolled up my sleeve like a warrior. I guess I am naive. This kind of shot is done in the butt (Yeah, I know it sounds dirty and gross. It was. I said a few unkind words. Sorry nurse). Afterward, they gave me a prescription for something and told me to take Benadryll.
Oh yeah, and did I mention this was all happening while all my friends were having a graduation photo shoot? Shitty.
So I went home, took all my drugs, and tried to think about something besides the fact that this was my graduation day and I looked and felt like a snake prepping for shedding season.
It took me 90 minutes to put on enough makeup to (mostly) hide my disfigurations, and it hurt like hell. Every time I moved my face (or blinked), my un-stretchable skin would crack a little. By the grace of God, I was able to get some pictures that hid my diseased look.
And I lived. I've spent the last 3 days doing crazy things like standing over boiling pots of water and re-lotioning about every 10 minutes to try and speed up the "shedding" process (again, sounds gross. Again, it is. I could have gone in to more detail about said crazy things, so be thankful that I didn't). Hopefully, I'll be able to go out in public in a few days.
And hopefully, and few days after that, I'll be able to look back on my graduation day and laugh.
Blog Uninertia: A blog not in motion is likely to stay not in motion.
Basically, the longer I go without blogging, the less likely I am to blog.
I've been super busy. Taking finals, graduating, moving home (and out again in two weeks), and battling a quite annoying medical malady.
In summary: finals were hard, graduation was standard-- if not a little boring--and moving was meh (though I do have a nasty cut/bruise from a storage bin breaking in half and falling onto my foot. Don't move in sandals. Duh.)
As for the last thing. I have a word of caution to you all (probably only applies to girls): DON'T use old makeup. Please. Last weekend, I came home looking gross and unprepared to look un-gross if needed. My parents wanted to go out to dinner, so I cleverly decided to grab some old makeup that had been sitting in my closet for....years.
The next day, I noticed my lips felt drier than usual, but didn't pay attention to it because I was in finals mode. That was my only symptom until Thursday. I woke up at 5am for an early morning final, and noticed that my eyes looked puffier than usual. I attributed it to sleep deprivation. Throughout the day, I felt okay, and the eye swelling went down a bit (I think. I wasn't looking in the mirror much). That night, I was going to a friend's birthday party (a fancy one). I noticed my skin was VERY dry and my lips were cracking. I noticed a bunch of splotchy red spots on my neck. Not normal, but I had partying to do and no time to dwell.
Friday morning- graduation day. Woke up. AWFUL. My skin felt too tight for my face. Went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Scary thing looked back at me. It had a bright red face with swollen baggy eyes. I thought some de-puffing eye cream might help, so I rubbed it on. It burned. My eyes immediately started watering like crazy, and then I was sweating and shaking. I tried washing it off, but the burning continued. The only thing that helped a little was putting a bag of ice on my face. I threw on some (ugly) clothes and managed to drive home, even though I couldn't open my eyes. My mom tried to tell me I didn't look that bad. I didn't believe her. She drove me to the doctor's office, and the office staff didn't didn't believe her either. I got some pitiful looks.
The only way to reduce the swelling was a steriod shot. Lucky me. A lady took me into the back room, where I rolled up my sleeve like a warrior. I guess I am naive. This kind of shot is done in the butt (Yeah, I know it sounds dirty and gross. It was. I said a few unkind words. Sorry nurse). Afterward, they gave me a prescription for something and told me to take Benadryll.
Oh yeah, and did I mention this was all happening while all my friends were having a graduation photo shoot? Shitty.
So I went home, took all my drugs, and tried to think about something besides the fact that this was my graduation day and I looked and felt like a snake prepping for shedding season.
It took me 90 minutes to put on enough makeup to (mostly) hide my disfigurations, and it hurt like hell. Every time I moved my face (or blinked), my un-stretchable skin would crack a little. By the grace of God, I was able to get some pictures that hid my diseased look.
And I lived. I've spent the last 3 days doing crazy things like standing over boiling pots of water and re-lotioning about every 10 minutes to try and speed up the "shedding" process (again, sounds gross. Again, it is. I could have gone in to more detail about said crazy things, so be thankful that I didn't). Hopefully, I'll be able to go out in public in a few days.
And hopefully, and few days after that, I'll be able to look back on my graduation day and laugh.
May 9, 2011
Monday Monday
I just had a dream about something I really wanted, woke up, and realized it didn't actually happen. Boo, hiss.
Today marks the beginning of my last week of college classes--ever. Europe's song, "The Final Countdown," will be on repeat all week. Actually, probably not. I just wish that professors would have some compassion and realize that, as it is our last week of class, we'd rather be spending our time with our friends that we night not see again for a while than working on "group" projects (don't even get me started on this topic because I'll go on for days) and cramming our heads full of crap that we plan to forget the minute the test is over.
Just sayin'.
Today marks the beginning of my last week of college classes--ever. Europe's song, "The Final Countdown," will be on repeat all week. Actually, probably not. I just wish that professors would have some compassion and realize that, as it is our last week of class, we'd rather be spending our time with our friends that we night not see again for a while than working on "group" projects (don't even get me started on this topic because I'll go on for days) and cramming our heads full of crap that we plan to forget the minute the test is over.
Just sayin'.
May 8, 2011
Dear Boys,
Dear Boys,
Insulting my friends,
mocking my height, gender, and religion,
bragging about how often you get with girls,
complaining about how most girls 'can't satisfy you',
and informing me that I will be hooking up with you, even though I probably can't satisfy you either
is not going to get you anywhere in my book.
I hope your night ended badly, because you suck.
Sincerely,
The management
Insulting my friends,
mocking my height, gender, and religion,
bragging about how often you get with girls,
complaining about how most girls 'can't satisfy you',
and informing me that I will be hooking up with you, even though I probably can't satisfy you either
is not going to get you anywhere in my book.
I hope your night ended badly, because you suck.
Sincerely,
The management
May 5, 2011
There are some things money can't buy
There are some things money can't buy. Such as intelligence. And writing skills. (The list goes on and on...)
The last 3 hours of my 12-hour school day were spent meeting with one of my group project teams. My role was to edit the other members' sections. All I can say is, after all those years of school, how are some people still so awful at writing (and grammar...and spelling)?? For my tuition dollars, I'd like to think I came out of college able to string together a semi-coherent sentence.
I'm curious as to what effect the college-graduate-with-no-writing-skills-whatsoever cohort will have on the workforce.
Oh well. Off to the Cinco de Mayo party that I'm now quite late to, thanks to the incompetencies of my classmates.
The last 3 hours of my 12-hour school day were spent meeting with one of my group project teams. My role was to edit the other members' sections. All I can say is, after all those years of school, how are some people still so awful at writing (and grammar...and spelling)?? For my tuition dollars, I'd like to think I came out of college able to string together a semi-coherent sentence.
I'm curious as to what effect the college-graduate-with-no-writing-skills-whatsoever cohort will have on the workforce.
Oh well. Off to the Cinco de Mayo party that I'm now quite late to, thanks to the incompetencies of my classmates.
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