Sink or swim?

You know you've somehow hit a new low in your life when your mother is sending you some random emails about the dangers of stress eating and weight management. Of course it could be just because we're about to go on vacation and she doesn't want to be embarrassed by how I look in a bathing suit or the fact that I'm living paycheck to paycheck and she's figured that I'm not eat properly. I'm going to say that it's a bit of both, my mother is a complex woman like that.

I've been awake now for a little more than 12 hours. Around 11:00am I was already so exhausted from being practice and getting over being sick that I wanted to kill something. I had to settle with trampling some grass on Claver Lawn. About as satisfying as you would think. Practice was good today, except for the whole ralphing thing, but that didn't hit until near the end so overall not a terribly big deal. Plus Brian was concerned and that's always nice. We actually had a scrimmage and practiced lines and tried to get as close to actual gameplay as possible. The team is going to a tournament in Maryland this weekend and they need to know what they're doing before they go. I can't be with them, I have to serve coffee to Mainliners all weekend. The only lame thing about practice was that Therese brought along some kid who ended up being more of a hindrance than a help. I think she wanted someone to help run drills in case we didn't have most of our coaches this morning.

I think Marg wants to go out tonight. I'll go out with her but I'm getting one ginger ale have a little girl chat and then I'm back to the apartment to write a quick paper. I need to get that and some creative writing done for tomorrow. Slowly I'm falling behind and this weekend is my very last chance to get caught up before it's too late. So either expect very little from me this weekend or a lot because I'll be procrastinating as much as possible. 

Today.

Blogging live from my journalism class. We're previewing the sound and video footage that we had to edit for an assignment and I've seen everything a billion times for the past couple of weeks and now I'm moving on to writing about something completely different. In fact I've just been freed from the class with a bunch of time left to go. Most people are leaving but I'm staying to write a little. It's still early in the day and this could easily be the high light of it, so I figure it's best to get something down now. It's like a writing prompt for later.

Big news! There is a very furry dog in class. It's part of a project for another section and it has been hanging out in the communications lab all morning. Nico the dog has been very calm and extremely fluffy, but there is still one girl who is veyr frightened of him. She's worries that the 8 month old dig with hip displasia is going to jump up and bite her. Silly girl.

Later in the day:
I burnt my wrist. Right on inside where the skin is soft. I've had a terrible time with burns lately, and this one is particularly excruciating. It's very sharp and rough but still has a dull achy undertone that will last a while. I'm out of anything to put on it too. I took an Advil but I'm going to have to tough it out for the rest of the day and I won't be home until later this evening. I almost don't want to have to go to other work and theology and just stay home with my burn, but there's nothing I can do in the apartment so I'm trudging back to school for other work and class. I have had some rather unfortunate luck with burns. A few months ago I had a giant square burn on my arm from when I slammed the oven door on my arm at work and then I got a long lesion looking burn on my stomach from dumping boiling water when I slipped my grip on a pot. I kept showing The Ballerina that one to cheer her up at work. It grosses us out but the fact that someone else's life sucks a little bit more than her's does at the moment made her a little bit happier. Poor Ballerina.

Update: Blister on my wrist ruptured. Painful and n'est bien pas.

I have to clean the kitchen when I get home tonight. I kind of wish I lived in a hole where I didn't have a kitchen and the rent is free. I've found that if I clean a room every other day or so I can keep the apartment relatively clean and by Friday I don't have to do as much as I usually do.

Later later in the day:
Oh Ginger Viking! How boring you are, but what an impeccable dresser. Seriously it bogles my mind how a divinity student can afford to dress like a J. Crew model. Must become a Princeton divinity student immediately. It's probably just the clothes,...and the beard,...and his height, but this guy can do no wrong in the looks and clothing departments. He only wears J. Crew, Banana, and Ralph and he wears them well. I love when guys dress like that. They look so dreamy and handsome.

Homework time! And I'm wearing a t-shirt!

It's dark out now:
Oh I've been struck by the stomach plague. Ugh, very draining and uncomfortable. I need someone to bring me Triscuts and ginger ale and a cool washcloth.

Double fuck! My computer charger broke!
Good news: Physics taught me how to get it to work again.
Bad news: I still have to buy a new one and my tummy still feels icky. 

Wings and weather and Liam Neeson.

Murder, She Wrote on Netflix has become my latest obsession. I used to watch the show with my mom every Sunday when it was on the air and it has alway been a personal favorite of mine. I spent the day watching the second season on my computer instead of clearing the snow off of my car. There wasn't a whole lot of snow, but we still had a delay and I didn't have to go to class. I wanted to sleep in but I couldn't. I haven't been getting good sleep lately, I have a lot of school work to get done before next week's midterms. I hate that I couldn't catch up with sleep, it seems like such a waste of a good Tuesday, especially since Wednesdays are always the beginning of my marathon end of the weeks. Tomorrow I'm hoping I'll actually make it to service. With all of the snow and the key mishaps and my group not having had orientation, I haven't been able to get to any of my service runs down in the city. Hopefully third time's the charm! (Remember don't use exclamation points. They are only reserved for teenaged girl writing. Poor KM)

Tonight I went over to Norristown to meet up with Dre and then we ventured over to Blue Bell to have dinner with Dan. I try to get out there every couple of weeks to see them. I saw CharChar last week so it was time to see the other two. Dre kept making preggo food references at Dan, but it's cool, no preggo eggo yet. I will be excited when Dan does have a child, Little Ball of Laugh needs someone else to play with. I am tons of fun, but he needs someone who is more his height. We went to PJW's for wings and there were a billion teenagers there. It's like a larger version of wing night at the Sunset but without the high school field hockey team trying to eat 200 wings in one sitting so they can get free t-shirts to wear to practice the next day. 

I was watching Chelsea earlier and Emmy Rossum was on. Not a big Emmy fan, but she was plugging her new show on Showtime, Shameless. Showtime airs some of my favorite shows so I'm hoping that it won't disappoint. It also stars William H. Macy and Joan Cusack. Joan's the best ever since her ill fated head gear appearance in Sixteen Candles way back in the 80s. I can't wait to get to time to dig into Shameless. I also say Liam Neeson's Unknown trailer for the hundredth time and I think that that did the trick. I have to see this movie. I just need to find someone to see this movie with. My usual movie going friends don't go to see these types of movies. Quelle dommage!

I'm listening to Atomic Tom and The Toxic Airborne Event. They're the last artists played from a couple of days ago so I've just been listening to them over and over to save on having to make a new play list. I have to make a new one sooner or later, I just download a bunch of new music and I need to get it into my regular playing rotation. The sooner the better too, otherwise I'll forget about it. 

Freezing in the apartment. It's a constant battle with the window and the radiator. The window is usually cracked to keep the heat flowing around the room, but the radiator is inconsistent and it hisses at me when I get to close. So right now I have very cold hands that make it hard to type and is why there're so many errors in my typing tonight. 

Food monster, not a food baby.

Ugh I at Taco Bell earlier and now I feel like an elephant stepped on me and left me in a ditch. I should have just let Lauren skype me into the meeting. I haven't been feeling so hot, I had the sniffles earlier. Maybe from eating ice cream outside to day or the act that it was just cold and damp all day. Anyways I came home this afternoon and took a great nap and almost decided to not to get up later for a meeting. I texted Lauren to bring her computer and that I would just skype in so that I wouldn't have to leave my bed. Excellent idea in conception, now I just need to test it out. And I was all set to do that but then I got a deep hankering for Taco Bell and wouldn't you know it, Taco Bell is Lauren's favorite fast food. So I drove all the way down to 63rd to pick Lauren up and all of the way back to Taco Bell and then all of the way back to school for the hockey meeting where I ingested fifteen minutes of Tex-Mex bliss before passing out in a food coma, rendering me glassy eyed and completely useless and unaware of anything Brian said all night. Oh Brian! I have a crush on another one of my coaches and unlike The Silver Fox, he's actually a possibility. The girls all think he' kind of funny because he never smiles and is really serious about the sport. I have been lucky enough to see him smile and see him in his glasses and now know that he too prefers Chipotle burritos over the cheesy mess that Qdoba serves up. And he has the build that I usually prefer: kind of toned, but not beefy at all. He's not as tall as other guys, but he's taller than me. Though most guys usually are.

Anyways because of the stupid sniffles earlier and the food monster living in my belly, I've been drinking a lot of tea. It's just so warming and comfy and the herbal sampler that I can buy at the grocery store is AWESOME. I usually get the Celestial Seasonings because they make an excellent orange tea, but Genuardis was out of it so I got the Bigelow pack and it's just okay. Bigelow does make a nice mint tea that I'm drinking now. I told My Hebrew Friend he should come over for a man-friendly tea party since he likes tea too. I think that means using the cow mugs and watching Hank. I should make him wear all his sweatshirts so that he can be a space heater when the apartment gets cold. Last night it was so hot even with the window open, but then this afternoon it was FREEZING! Grr stupid weather just get warm already.

12 days until the beach. Samantha ordered me some things so now I have make sure I pack enough Jergens tanning lotion for her. 

Saturday: Part II

This weekend! What a weekend! Except for the dreaming part, not so crazy great. I finally got inside Father Brennan's house and now I only have a few more of the Maguire buildings left to get into. Senior year is going to be the year that I get into the Barberlin attic even if I have to borrow Ginger Dan's lock picks. Father Brennan's house is very nice. It looks like the big stone houses that line Berwick and the inside is very dated but what you'd except from a bunch of Jesuits. I didn't even recognize Father Brennan as a Jesuits. Unlike some of the others, he doesn't wear the uniform. Same with Father Berret. Berret was in my journalism class on friday and asked me some questions and after I had to ask my friend who he was. Being new to the English department I still have yet to meet all of the faculty. Very unlike the physics department where I could count everyone on one hand. It was also interesting to get the Jesuits take on the physics department. Anyways it was a fun Friday night gathering with some of the English department, even the play wasn't s bad as we thought. I don't recommend Dead Man's Cell Phone if I can help it, though it certainly was hi-larious. Good acting by some but the lead female was terrible and had a ridiculous look of constipation. Caps and Bells needs to rethink giving a lead to a freshman without any prior acting experience. I did get a chance to get to know some of my classmates and I must say that they are a lovely bunch of ladies. I also got a chance to talk with my advisor and even if she can't remember that I'm in American Lit: Post Civil War, she is still a very interesting lady who found my experience with censorship and Capote quite interesting. That's right mom, your embarrassing plot to take down high school English has finally come in handy for me.

Tonight was great. Work schmork, I finally got paid and now I have to go to PNC bank and get everything sorted out on that end. I also hung out with G-Prez during my break. I was friendly with her at work and we have gone out together with other people from work before, but I never really got a chance to actually talk with her. She's great. We had a three-way (not what you're thinking) with My Hebrew Friend over the phone while I ate my one meal of the day. I was sad, I couldn't even finish it. And then braved the nightmarish winds for a Camel Crush. I can never get those silly beads to pop. People kept driving by and staring at us, it was great. Silly people.

I've finally made it home and my ankles hurt. Stupid ankles. Don't play field hockey, you'll only sprain your ankles and then have to be awkward and on crutches all of the time. I downed a glass of crappy riesling (again) and am watching movies on netflix. Currently it's OSS 117: Lost in Rio. A French movie and about a spy set in the 60s. Very James Bond-esque but more spoof and more Yonni-approved hot Mossad agents. Seriously Yonni, check this movie out, it's so ridiculous and funny. I've been on a movie bender. Movies and wine since I can't really afford to do anything else. I may even watch The Social Network. I'm not a huge fan of Mark Zuckerberg, even if I do use his network, but I am a fan of Jesse Eisenberg and Yonni did say it was good and he's usually a good critic about most things.

Not a fan of the snow right now. Key West soon. 

Dreamless in Philadelphia.

My dreams are driving me insane, I need to stop dreaming. Lately I've been dreaming about mundane things that have little peculiarities about them and they are always about people I know. I've been having recurring dreams about work. Nothing exciting happens, we just serve coffee and everyone I usually work with is there: The Ballerina, Willa Cather, Betty Page, and My Hebrew Friend. I told The Ballerina about my work dreams and she thinks I'm insane for dreaming about a place we hate and the fact that all we do in my dreams is just serve coffee. How mundane. The other recurring and boring dream that I've been having is about hockey. It's just reenactments of practices but there's usually something a little out of place. One there were four goals being used and another time there were player from my high school team mixed in with my current team. All very strange, all very boring, and all recurring.

Last night I had my strangest dream in a while. Usually I can't remember when I've had those dreams, I just wake up with that feeling of deep distress and I know that something happened. Last night right before I was awake I felt like this dream I needed to remember so when I finally did wake up I had to struggle to remember everything. The dream was about a friend of mine and my sister and a friend of a friend. It seemed to have begun after I fell asleep because I remember being called out of my sleep to have to go find my friend. I ended up in a house where my sister was the roommate of my friend's friend. Very strange because my sister is in CT and six years younger than her dream roommate. My sister does not play well with people who are too much older than her. The details about what happened next are a little fuzzy and very embarrassing for me, but I ended up having a fight with my friend and spent a large portion of the dream being mad and doing my laundry in the strange house. Even the boring and mundane seems to be creeping into my exciting dreams. Though this dream wasn't so much exciting as it was upsetting and terrible, it just didn't have hockey or coffee in it. It wasn't exciting it was just new. After hours of laundry I sort of made up with my friend, stopped doing laundry, and then everything faded to black.

I woke up this morning, had a bunch of unopened texts, convinced myself I've started doing things in my sleep again, wrote about my dreams, and now I have to get ready for work.

Fuck you Sterling Archer. I'm taking your post down. Eventually.