Stole this song from my scottish friend Morag who has amazing spotify playlists. <3
In case you people weren't aware, I give you a song for each post, and you're suppose to listen to the song as you read the post to get the full mood of the blog post. I realized too that if you open the blog on your phone, there's a 50/50 chance that the youtube video doesn't show up. It just looks like a giant gap in the page. Just so you know, I'm not just terrible at spacing, there's supposed to be a video there. So you should read my blog on a computer, where you have the ability to have volume, whether out loud or with headphones. But I'm not in the should business. So do what you want.
I'm lying in an enormous pile of clean laundry right now on my bed drinking a coke. Let's see how we got here. It's been cold as balls out lately. Like unnaturally freezing.
Monday:
I don't even remember what I did monday morning. My class was cancelled because my professor was sick. I got bagel basket for brunch. I went to the gym with Chelsea around 3, then I had guitar class at 4.
I spent the rest of my Monday night studying for my exam Tuesday afternoon. by around 10:30pm my eyes were hurting really badly. They only get like that if I've been reading/watching tv/using my computer too much. My neurologist tells me that's when I know I've fatigued my brain for the day. I knew that no productive studying was going to be done from that point on, so I decided to watch The Interview on netflix and go to bed. It wasn't great, but it was pretty funny.
Tuesday:
Wake up. Don't wanna go study. I don't have my usual morning class because that's the class I have the test in later. convinced myself to wake up and get out of bed to go study. I make a study guide, eight pages long, and eat lunch at La Lupita.
I wander my way back down to the 3rd floor lobby of Packard to do the homework that I forgot I even had due at 2:30. There's this kid, he's in my CSE class, my Econ class, and my econ recitation. So I struck up the courage one night to ask him to do homework with me and he gave me an odd response. something along the lines of "I only do homework at 2, sorry". Now this was weeks ago, but I just assumed that he meant 2am, that he only liked to do homework really late at night. I have no idea why I assumed this is what he meant. So I just said, uh, okay? and never spoked to him again. TURNS OUT. The kid does his homework at 2 PM... half an hour before class. Doesn't that make more sense? good thinking aly. smart aly. Anyway, I'm sitting here finishing up my homework and this kid comes walking on in and sits across the table from me. I don't think we're friends, but he knows who I am. I think he's a freshmen. Not even sure.
Got to class at 2:30, picked up my quiz, I got a 100 on it, and handed in my homework. I then promptly fell asleep in my chair, didn't even take my coat off, and woke up at 3:45, as people were packing up to leave. I sit in the FRONT row. Good thing the professor is one that I'm close with, because he didn't say anything to me. Oops. Sorry Femister. That's the first time in college I've slept through a class. Ever. I haven't fully fallen asleep in class since high school.
My econ exam was in the same building, at the other end of the hall. SO that was convenient. Sat down, reviewed a little, and just dove in head first. balls deep. Got that shit done. I nailed all of the 15 definitions we had to do, and answered all of the open ended questions I tried. He gives four pages of open ended questions with multiple parts, but he only grades three pages. So you can choose to do the three you think you know the most. I didn't leave anything blank, so the chances of me getting a 100 are at least in the realm of possibility. Not saying it will happen, at all, half of my answers were questionable, but if you don't fill them all in, then your chances go from really small to nonexistent. But. They exist. so. I feel good. Thanks obama.
Left my test feeling pretty good, and Claire texted me to go to Wegman's. Heck yes, I have been at school for over a month now, and have only gone grocery shopping once. LOL. life. I don't go because grocery stores give me anxiety. Even if I have a list. But this time, I went and actually bought responsible things. Like bread and milk and cold cuts and trail mix and chicken cutlets and mac-n-cheese and rice and smart water and yogurt and a block of cheddar cheese. YEAH BUDDY. groceries. I spontaneously bought a coke. I was craving it.
Chelsea had asked me to go to sport's authority with her because her socks had holes in them. We went, and the only thing we didn't buy was socks. I got two new running shirts, a sick pair of leggings, and a new pair of norts. (nike shorts, for anyone that doesn't know what that means). mmmmmm so bright. such neon. neeon and blackkk. like my soul. Everything I purchased was on sale though. and I wanted to treat myself since I've been going to the gym almost every day since the semester started. Ran another three miles tonight. I had to do it to make sure the first time wasn't just a fluke. Honestly never thought I would see the day where I could run three miles just for funsies, and then do an ab workout on top of that. I know that comparatively, this isn't really that much, and some of you people probably are thinking "aly that ain't shit" but ya gotta start somewhere. I just happen to be starting at a really out of shape somewhere. and I'm pretty proud of myself for just being consistent and working hard. As I was running, I was on my last lap of the third mile about to walk it, and I was sweating. and panting. and my side hurt. and my ankle hurt. and my knees hurt. and I look over and some asian is wearing a shirt. and it said "It's supposed to hurt". So instead of slowing down, I sped up to a full run instead of a jog and kept going. Nearly died at the end of the mile, and had to walk it off for a while so I didn't actually faint, but by the end I was happy.
My mom texted me asking me what I wanted for my 21st birthday. So I told her a toothbrush. She didn't like that answer. then I told her socks because I needed new socks. to which she replied "okay dobby" So I thought about it for a while and decided that if she won't get me a kitten, then I want a Wii U with the new smash bros. Honest answers from an honest person. Because why school when I can smash.
After the gym I sat on the floor of my room and sorted through my laundry deciding which are the most important things, and then they got to go first. THEN. I changed my sheets. revolutionary feeling, new sheets. then I got a garbage bag and just straight up cleaned my room. The internal struggle between loving a clean room and hating to clean is disturbing. and it usually leaves me with a messy room and a slow death inside. So every time I encourage myself to clean it, I feel like a new person. Cleaning and organizing your surroundings can help clean and organize your brain and stuff. That's how I feel about it.
I took a shower. it was hot the entire time. Bliss.
Shaved my legs. best day.
Took my nail polish off. put lotion on my body. so my skin will stop hating me.
I decided to let last night be a mental health night of cleaning and cleansing and all good things, so I didn't do any homework, I just cuddled up in my new sheets to my pillow, listening to the sound of my room humidifier, and let myself fall asleep.
Wednesday:
Wake up early. 8:15. Fall back asleep, let's be real. 9:30 I actually wake up. Shit. I realize that I have homework due before my 11am lecture, but I'm so happy I woke up early enough to give myself time to do it. I put on a sweater, and jeans, and braided my hair, and almost looked like a human today. I hopped downstairs and turned on the dryer to warm my clothes a bit while i made breakfast. I cooked two eggs over easy, two pieces of toast, and I ate a yogurt and a glass of juice. I think I read somewhere that it's best to start your day off with a big meal, and then little snacks through the day, and medium sized lunch, and small dinner. So that's my initiative to eating better. I grabbed my warm laundry and ran upstairs, dumped my laundry on my bed, remembered to get my glasses that i forgot, and left for class. Got there at 11:09. for my 11:10. So boom.
She handed back the exams we took last munday. I got a 90 on it. Pretty stoked about that. I've never done that well on a psychology exam before and this is like, my fourth psych class.
"I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up"
-The Fault in our Stars, John Green
Mom told me a terrible tragic story today that I just have to share with you. I ordered flowers to be delivered to her on Valentine's day, because, well, I'm the best, and she's been admiring them and loving them since Saturday. Apparently, my cat Sonny had a little too much fun last night. BEcause this morning when mom came downstairs, her vase was knocked over and there were dead and mutilated flower petals every where. She was mad. In fact. She was so mad, she didn't even feed him this morning. She just put a handful of dead and ruined flower petals in his bowl. I had a good laugh unfortunately at the flowers' and my mom's and sonny's expense. but you can't tell me that's not funny. They're only flowers, really. I scolded her to actually feed him, so she sent me a video of him eating.My second, and last, class of the day is the Pursuit of Happiness. My professor, Mark, is a nut case. a very brilliant, highly educated, Master's degree nut case. In his perfect world, we would all do shrooms or be cats or drink tea and meditate all day. So there's that. For this class we take part in the "roaming classroom" or maybe it's the "wandering classroom".. either way, we rarely ever have class in the same place. this week it was in a computer lab in the STEPS building, which ironically has nothing to do with the amount of stairs it has. I think it's science technology energy uh. I'll get back to you with the actual acronym definition later. We all pick seats, and start using the computers for email or whatever, and aren't really noticing each other or the room. The first activity he has us do is a "body scan" meditation. What's he say? "okay every body get on the floor". um, hell yes? We all got up from our computers and laid on the floors, under the desks, and looked around and were laughing like children. It's amazing how changing up your setting without actually changing your setting can affect you. We saw a new perspective of the room. I stared at the ceiling and underneath the desk for five and a half minutes. that was my favorite part of class today.
I have this definition of how to tell if I am friends with somebody. In my head, I judge whether or not I would go to a grocery store with that person alone or not. Case in point, Claire and I went to wegman's yesterday. We don't speak every day, but we are friends. She's one of my good friends. But the trip to the grocery store consists of the drive there, the time in the store, and the drive home. There is some direct one-on-one conversations, and then there's aided conversations with the shopping to distract you. If I could see myself comfortably going to the grocery store with somebody, then I know that I'm friends with them. I don't know how crazy that seems, and I've never realized how weird it was until I put it into actual, typed out words. But that's how my brain works. shut up aly. weird aly.
The final exam schedule for the semester is posted. Guess who is missing her older brother's college graduation in Colorado to take exams. This girl.
I think I should get an award for how many parking tickets I've gotten this semester. It's been a little over a month and I've gotten at least ten combined from Lehigh and Bethlehem.
I've got a decent chunk of free time today, so that's why I let myself get really detailed in my blog today. It took a while to write. But writing is fun and distracting and I love it. I guarantee you don't need to know all of these things about my life, but if you've made it this far, I'm sure I've given you a decent ten-or-so minute distraction from whatever you were doing. so, you're welcome. Anyway, I'm sitting here, on the laundry I haven't folded yet, and the coke I bought at wegman's yesterday.
aaaaand we've come full circle. I'm going to go to the book store and buy a binder for my ridiculously inconvenient LOOSE LEAF text book. yeah. riddle me that shit. Then I'm gonna read like 4 chapters of various classes, and thennnnn sleep? I dunno. Call me beep me if you wanna reach me. I like friends. Oh and I'll go to the gym tonight most likely.
Love you all for reading this nonsense.
