Sleepy... Tuesday?

Good morning, sunshine.

I had morning practice today, and it was pretty much business as usual. Getting up at 6:15 am is hard. Running in the slight rain/wind storm/cold is even harder. Weight and Strength training was a cruel and unusual punishment.

So I got back to my house, put on this XXL men's button up long sleeve I got from a Good Will, and took a nap. that lasted five hours. Five hours.

...FIVE HOURS.

I don't think that even counts as a nap anymore. I think that's basically I went to bed last night, took a brief moment to get up and run a bit, and then went back to sleep again.

...I slept until one.

...In the afternoon.

...Who let's me make these decisions?

Practice was alright today, consisting of a split tempo. There a wind storm here due to the hurricane on the east coast, but very little rain. Which is confusing, because it always rains here and I thought we'd be having weather closer to a monsoon than Chicago's everyday.

All I have left of my season is this week, ending with a 5k time trial on Thursday, and then a 10 day break from running altogether.

After practice my roommate and one of my neighbors went to Dairy Queen and got blizzards. I have a very serious question about blizzards though: when did cake blizzards get discontinued, and why was it allowed by society. I understand that this is a first world problem, but I just really want a cake blizzard. Really, really badly.

I also became emotionally attached to Eat, Pray, Love. Like, really attached. As in, I am embarrassed to admit how attached.

But it's late, and I have to get up early before my 8 am to shower and print of a homework assignment, so this is all for now!

Get That Girl Some Adderall

For some reason I have the attention span of a 2 year old on Halloween today. I haven't drank that much coffee, and I was like this before I started drinking my tea. So I don't really know, but I'm all over the place and it's sort of fun. I sort of want to be this way forever. Five-ever. Ever-ever. ALL OF THE EVERS.

Anyways.

I apparently have a Anthropology test this Friday, which would have been nice to know last week. This also really confusing for me because we're only supposed to have two tests; the midterm and the final. And we already took the midterm. Does this mean my final is my essay? Or that I don't have any final? I wish that had been clarified because now I have no idea what this class is doing to me. Absolutely none.

Computer Science actually made sense today. Which leads me to believe that I actually don't know what's happening and my brain is just telling me that I understand to save me the pain. Also we will never speak of the midterm in that class. It would be cruel and unusual to do so.

I had yet another test in Calculus today. We haven't even gotten back the last test. What is he even doing? I can't even. I can't even begin to even. At least I think I did well on this one? It was all different types of derivatives, and it seemed pretty straight forward. So maybe I did get it! It was a skills test instead of a normal test, so I need at least a 9/10 to pass, but I get multiple tries to pass. But if I get 9 right on the first try, I'll get 110% on it soooo yeah.

But our teacher let us leave early (which has never happened in this class before, so I got breakfast! At Einstein's (where else?), and got a bagel and a pumpkin muffin. They didn't put any frosting on my muffin, but it was still delicious.

Speech was boring. Therefore I'm not going to talk about it.

Something I realized today is that you can draw on coffee mugs with dryerase board marker and it'll come right off! So obviously I made art.

So much beauty

What Am I Even Doing

Wow. Wow, its been a while.

Like two weeks.

Wow.

I don't really have the details for the past two week, except for lots of tests, projects, and workouts. A few rage days where I was just angry at everything. (I'm looking at you, lab days.) Basically, really busy. So I'm going to use that as an excuse for not posting for a while.

But yeah, long time no post.

Yesterday was the cross country conference meet and we won! Which is cool, because winning is always cool. (I like winning very much if you can't tell.)

It was a kind of cold, overcast day but the wind died down and the rain stopped so there wasn't really anything to complain about, except for muddy patches on the course. The race began a bit faster than I like to begin, around low 5:40s or high 5:30s for the fist mile, and I got a bit distracted by pacing in the beginning and dropped away from one of my teammates who I had wanted to stay with (she ended up winning the race so I can't really complain about not staying with her, but I could have stayed with her longer than I did) and eventually just sort of blanked out for about 1k. (Oops. My bad.)

By that time the girl was long gone, but there was a different teammate up ahead, so I worked my way up to her, and then passed her. Then yet another teammate was up ahead (this time one of my housemates), so I made my way up to her and then passed her also. I hit the 2 mile around 11:30 or 11:40, and decided to treat the second half of the race as a new race. So I began to pick it and chasing a teammate who was pretty far ahead of me.

Meanwhile, my entire stomach contents are swishing and splashing around. It doesn't hurt, which is really weird but I'm still grateful for, so I just run through that the entire time and try not to listen to it too much.

I don't know my 3 mile time, since there was no clock there, so I can't know for sure if I picked it up or not (which is actually super annoying) but I'm pretty sure I did. So I'm running, and running, while slowly catching up to this girl. I sort of convince myself to give up a couple times, before I remind myself that the faster I run the sooner I'll be done. Right as the course turns into the finish, I catch up to my teammate. And out kick her. I feel a bit like a bitch.

But I was fourth in the open! And had over a minute PR! (I ran 22:10 to those who want to know, and it was a 6k.) And I didn't throw up when I finished from all the stomach sloshing! So all in all a good race day! I'm sort of sad it was my last race of the season, but we have time trails from now on so I guess that's good? (Not really, not at all.)

I'm just going to finish this post off with a picture and promise to attempt to be better with my posting!

My sister and I, post-race.

Cookie Identity Crisis and Ramen Noodles

Today I realized I missed an assignment for my speech class, thus pulling down my grade in the class. In response to this utter bullshit problem, I decided to make sadness cookies. Which are pretty much the same thing as normal cookies, only they're made while I'm sad. What I didn't realize at the time, was that we don't have a cookie sheet. We do, however, have a cupcake tray.

This is a cinnamon sugar cookie, going through an identity crisis. It thinks it's a cupcake. Or a muffin. They're delicious, despite their sadness and ambiguity.

I did a k (kilometer) workout at practice today, which was really difficult for me. Why are those so hard? Blargh they were difficult. We started at 4:00 for the first one and progressively took off 5 seconds each rep, for 6 reps. I ended up running 3:35 for both the 5th and the 6th rep, but I don't think the coaches really minded. The majority of the team had their long run today, so the workout group was incredibly small, like it was during the 400 workout.

Afterwards I went home and made myself dinner, consisting on ramen noodles. No, I don't feel any shame for this.

Mm-mm good :)

I feel like a college student.

I also got to go get a blizzard from Dairy Queen with my mentor and some other upperclassmen. Besides the fact that I'm always ready for ice cream and dessert in general, it was especially good today, because they had the pumpkin pie blizzards that I got to try for the first time! They're delicious, in case you haven't caught on yet.

Something everyone in my house has learned today is that I can not be trusted with sugar and the internet after 9:30 pm. My roommates and I are all sitting in a room together, but we're just posting all this creepy/weird/awesome things we find on each other's walls. A lot of which pertain to Nicolas Cage. And memes.

Eventually just posting on each other's walls gets boring though, so this is when we stop. And pick a victim whose wall we were going to destroy.

I don't know where half those pictures and videos came from (did you know that Nigel Thornberry features in a lot of youtube songs and that there's such thing as Nicolas Cage everyone? I do.), but I'm pretty sure that guy is about to hate us.

Somewhere in all of this is Amanda Bynes and What A Girl Wants. I just couldn't really tell you where.

Why Are All My Classes So Weird?

Guess who's last class of the day of the day was cancelled? That's right; this kid's.

Really all my classes were sort of weird today. Anthropology was just a review day for the test on Friday, and I managed to stay concentrated on what she was saying, while writing it all down, drinking coffee, and eating breakfast. Also while somebody in the room next to us was de-fleshing an animal. At first, I sort of thought it was somebody's phone on vibrate going off while on something metal, except really old so  it was really rattling all over the place.

Nope, the teacher said it was somebody de-fleshing an animal. She also said that the room was about to smell really bad or really good, depending on what it was. I have no idea how de-fleshing an animal can smell good and I really don't want to, so I'm glad she ended up closing the door because of the distraction.

On another note, I'm pretty sure I'm almost ready for this test. Which is good, since it's in two days and all.

After this class I figured everything would be sort of normal/boring. That's how my computer science class started. Eventually, she decided to show us a practical example of the programming, and she goes online to show an exercise somebody made. Which is about cigar smoking, partying squirrels. Apparently, for a squirrel party to be successful during the week, each squirrel needs to smoke at leas 40 cigars. 70 on weekends. And all I can think about during this is how does a squirrel go about lighting a cigar? Where does a squirrel find that many cigars for that matter?

Of course, I end up doodling a cigar smoking squirrel, and then I add a bowler hat. And then I add an eye patch. I'm looking at this and I'm thinking to myself, this is a pirate-gangster squirrel. That smokes cigars. The longer I stare at it, though, the more it begins to remind me of something. It's squirrel Nick Fury. The longer I stare at it after that, the more it begins to look like squirrel Mad-Eye Moody.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Smoking Squirrel

Think I need psychiatric help of some kind.

Calculus wasn't exactly weird. The first 30 minutes of class was spent working on our test. The only problems with this test was  there were only two problems on them. The first had four or five sub-sections, and the second one had three or four, but still. That's not a lot room for error.

The first question is about limits, which I think I did alright on because I'm pretty sure I understand limits. The second part of the test was about derivatives.

I think I spent about five minutes staring at the test thinking to myself, "What the hell is a derivative." It was sort of terrifying. So I began to panic think. Right when I literally was about to give up, I realized that the derivative of a linear equation is the rate of change. I almost danced. Almost.

I'm still not entirely sure I explained everything clearly, but I'm pretty sure I didn't fail. I can live with that.

Before I go, I'd just like to say I got 100% on my first computer science project. That is all.


...I may or not be screaming and dancing around my house.

School Time Panic

I'd like to say my classes were incredibly boring. For normal people, they probably were normal. I may have been the closest I've ever been to a melt down today. It started in my Introduction to Cultural Anthropology class, which is an 8 am so I should be having a melt down solely based on that.

I get to class and wait for class to start, listening to my sister's my iPod while drinking my coffee and I sort of start to get this bad feeling. Like I've forgotten something really important. That was quite possibly one of those things I'm not supposed to forget. Before I can pull out my planner and check, the teacher walks in a starts talking about the midterm we're having this Friday.

This is when my almost-melt down begins.

Oh dear God. I'd forgotten to check the syllabus for the test. Usually it's okay if you sort of mess up on one test in a class, because you'll have more and also have homework to compensate. Not so in this case. This class has exactly three grades: the midterm, the final, and an essay.

Eventually I talk myself out of my mental screaming and begin to write down what the teacher says is going to be on the exam. Here is where I realize I have to read and take notes on six chapters, and read several articles to make sure I don't fail this test.

I start screaming in my head again.

It's a good thing that the teacher's lectures are all about the readings from the book, otherwise it would have been real screaming. And possibly crying, too. So I know the majority of the material, but now I just have to take notes to be thorough. I can handle that.

Class is, for once, let out early so I don't have to speed walk to my next class, like I usually do. They slower walk sucked the heat out of my coffee, though, and that was really depressing. But at least I'm not almost late, like I am every other day of Computer Science.

Now, I just turned in my last project and did a lab. I was happy to have the weekend stress free. I think I would have liked to have this news before the weekend.

I have project number two due next week on Thursday (October 4), and the teacher claims this one's a lot harder than the last projects. Which I already had problems with. When she's going over the project, it doesn't sound too bad. Want to know when it does sound bad? When you're back at your apartment, shot up with caffeine and adrenaline, and can't even begin  to comprehend what you're reading. I'm going to be having a lot of questions next time we have class.

My Calculus class, while completely stressful and panic inducing, was probably one of my best classes of the day. I think I've mentioned it in one of my previous posts, about this portfolio I was waiting to get back. The portfolio that's 60% of my grade and is worth 150 points. And is my only grade. That came back today.

149/150 is 99%. Did you know that? Because I know that. Because that was my grade. I think I may have screamed. I know I slammed my portfolio onto my desk and flipped my arms up. The only point I lost was because of in-class participation. I can handle that.

I spent most of that class period just being happy, and understanding derivatives vaguely. I could also feel my adrenaline from panicking over the portfolio mixing with the caffeine from my coffee.

My last class after that is my Speech class. Usually, I sort of like this class, even though I'm a terrible speaker and all I want to do is curl up and die whenever I talk in front of large groups of people. The teacher's nice, she lets us out early a lot, and is really straight to the point. Unfortunately, I had to give a speech today.

It was a speech about a speech, and my caffeine-adrenaline laced self was not about to slow down for this.

I basically sped my way through the speech, and afterwards, I was sure I had missed the minimum time (1 minute 30 seconds, the maximum time being 2 minutes). But I didn't care too much by that point, because I had finished my speech, and I was basically done with classes. It was only as we were filing to get out of class that I realized that I was allowed to check my time with the timer.

Never have I been so glad to be tall. I basically got up on my tip toes and looked over everybody's shoulders.

It was exactly 1 minute and 30 seconds.

I may or may not have strutted out of the room. And out of the building. And all the way home.

This is all became too much for me. I literally bounced into the house, into the kitchen chair at the kitchen table, and danced to spotify in my chair for an hour. It was more of flailing and swaying frantically.

But that's how I dance all the time so...

I sort of stumbled my way through part of my project for a half an hour, before giving up. I made myself some lunch, and left for practice not that long afterwards.

Today was color day at practice! It's exactly what it sounds like; you dress all in one color and run like that. I was yellow (even my socks matched). My right foot sort of hurt during this, but I'm pretty sure that's because I wore my converse to class today, and the lack of arch just bothered my foot. So I made sure to do a little bit extra barefoot jogging at the end of my run.

I accidentally left my phone back at the apartment, though, so I missed my oldest sister's calls and text that she had my bike. So she had to come drop it off at my apartment. Oops! Oh well, I got to see my sister.

The rest of my night was lots of study tables (3 hours of study tables, to be exact) and anthropology notes.

Fun fact though, I found both my sister's blogs! Originally, the idea was for all of us to make blogs so we could see what each other were doing since we can't talk all the time or we'd kill each other because we're all sort of busy.

Oldest -- runeatnurse.blogspot.com/
Middle -- runningon-coffee.blogspot.com

Well, good night to everybody then! Or should I say good morning?