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.

Let's Play Catch Up in the Chicago Marathon

Here's some things we will NOT be talking about in this post:

• My computer science project.
• My computer science lab.
• My computer science quiz.
• That speech I just gave.

It's kind of important to my sanity that I don't relive any of those. Ever. Ever.

It has been a long time since I posted last, so this may be a bit longer than usual. Hopefully I don't bore anyone to death. I can't afford a lawsuit.

My entire Wednesday was spent on my computer science project, and is therefore a taboo subject. There were almost tears and desperate calls. I'm pretty sure that's all anybody needs to know.

I didn't get my Einstein's on Thursday, which was actually super depressing and terrible. I almost starved to death in my calculus class. Thank goodness I hoard my cliff bars in my backpack, just in case of an emergency. Otherwise bad things would have happened. Too bad I can't hoard coffee in my backpack...

Really, Thursday was pretty boring and I don't even remember what I did during it. I'm sure something funny happened that I'd like to remember and talk about, I just can't recall it right now. Or probably ever.

Friday is interesting though. At least, Friday was interesting to me. And by interesting I mean absolutely fantastic and awesome. Obviously.

I had my third meet on Friday, which was a 5k this time and the same course as my first 5k of the season. My race was last, because I was in the open race and everyone else got to go first. The women's varsity race was so fast! Our team had 5 girls at 18:00 or lower! I was pretty much frothing at the mouth while watching this. I shouldn't be left alone while I watch races.

The women's open race was tiny, in case you were wondering. There at most 40 girls, but probably closer to 30. It was cold, overcast, and windy at the starting line. To make things incredibly awkward, my ex-boyfriend's best friend was at the meet, by the line (his girl friend was racing I think) as I stripped down to my buns and tank top. I found it mildly uncomfortable. But mostly I was cold.

As the race starts, I get up to the front with one of my roommates, our neighbor (another freshman on the team) and a girl from State. The first mile was pretty slow, around 5:55, and the second was at 11:58 (which is about a 6:03 mile). This is where I decided to push the race. I don't know when I started losing people, but all I know is when I hit the last k, that there is a girl behind me and she is chasing me. So I run faster. And then one of my coaches is at the last 400, telling me I need to start going faster here. So I run faster. And then I'm at the finishing stretch, and people are screaming at me. So I run faster. And then I'm crossing the line, and the clock is saying 18:13.

To put this into perspective, I would like to point out that my previous PR was an 18:48 that I ran in my junior year of high school.

I think the words to describe me at that moment were deliriously happy.

To make a long story short, I PR'd, won my race, and didn't die. It was good.

After that I got a ride from my dad, not back to my apartment, but all the way back home (after stopping for dinner with the sisters). Why? Because I was going to Chicago that weekend to watch my sisters die run the Chicago Marathon!

In several good coincidences, my friend from high school had an 11 mile long run to do on Saturday (like me) and my team was meeting up before heading out to Portage to race.

In case you were wondering, it's really fun to sit in my coach's office and casually say hi to my old teammates and wait for their reactions. There was a lot of screaming. And hugging. And delayed reactions. My favorite was when I was standing next to my friend who's also in college now (also named Amy), and a girl named Emily was saying how good it was to see her. I'm pretty sure she didn't even see me there, which was why it was so great when she did notice I was there and had a heart attack.

Good times.

They all had to weight lift though, so Amy and I headed out for our run, and got to talk for a really long time. (It was 11 miles after all.) And I got to hear about her life. And her love life. And her love interest. And them swing dancing. And their dates. And how perfect he is.

If she doesn't put a ring on him, I will. Seriously.

So besides the fact that I'm slightly bitter now, it was really great seeing her and all of the girls again! It's so weird not being with them anymore.

Amy and I ended up getting breakfast before I had to leave for Chicago with my parents. I ended up sleeping for the majority of the drive. The hotel we stayed out was really nice, I sort of wish we stayed there for more than one day.

We woke up at 4:30 the next morning (an hour earlier than we had to) and drove to Chicago. I slept during that too.

Chicago at 6:30 am is freezing. As in, I thought the city was being occupied by dementors and that I'd never be warm again. I had a shirt, two sweat shirts, my thickest running tights, gloves, and ear bands on, and I was still freezing.

At least we got to see my sisters before they raced! We didn't get to talk much, but it was still nice. My dad and I then went to the 2 mile to go cheer, while my mom went to a different part of the course to cheer them on while waiting for their friend to meet up with her.

My dad and I got to see them at the 3 mile also, before they looped out into the city where we couldn't watch. So we went to Starbucks, and drank coffee while we warmed up. I feel no shame for this.

The next time we got to see them at the half way point, and they were doing really well at that point! Eileen was at around 1:38 and Meagan was around 1:42 I think, so they were moving!

We got to see them once more before the finish at the 16.5 point, but I only found Eileen though my parents found others that I didn't see. After this all we could do was go to the finish and cheer them in!

Both of the qualified for Boston! (Eileen was 3:13 and Meagan was 3:25.) Am I allowed to brag about their achievements? Because I really want to.

I don't know how they stomached this after running that far, but we got Chipotle pretty much right after they finished (which was delicious) and pretty much headed home.

Almost everything from this point on is on the list of thing I can not, will not, should not talk and/or think about. So I'll just finish with pictures.

Runners!

Even more runners!

This is a man in a skirt. There is no other significance.

Eileen!

Meagan!

All the clothes that got thrown.

Chicago!

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.

Late Post is Late

My Sunday was pretty much spent at Art Prize with my family, so instead of describing it all, I'm just going to throw pictures at all of you. Enjoy!

Meagan and I with the Elephants!

Those scissors they left on the chair are really tempting....

Representation of the population of NYC through blown glass vials

Biggest drawing I've ever seen

What is that goat doing on that tightrope?!

This is awesome. That is all.

Art.

I would have broken this if I had made it.

Cloud zombies! Run before they eat your data! (Lame joke is lame.)

Scamper?! Where are you??

Is it just me or is that T-Rex eating the crowd?

"Please do not touch the art!" Too late.

After all of that, my family decides that we should go out to dinner (which I completely agreed with). At Olive Garden. (Which I did not completely agree with). Where our waiter decided to seat us at the exact same spot as last time.

Yes, it was too soon.

Either they are really lax with their blacklisting, or I'm still allowed in there. I have mixed feelings on this.

The only other thing that really happened on Sunday was that my roommates decided that if our house was the family from Family Guy, that I'd be Chris. At least I'm not Meg. Got that going for me.

Monday was sort of nerve-wracking because I got all my test grades back. In my anthropology class, my professor had our grades up online, but couldn't hand out our tests yet. I spent the majority of class panicking while taking notes. My walk between classes was basically me just attempting to make my iPod get to my grades.

I'm not to happy with my grade on that test. She says that her test average is usually around 70%, and I got and 82%, so I should be pretty happy, but I'm not. At the very least I wanted to get a B+ on this test, and now I'm going to have to work a lot harder to pull my grade up to an A by the end of the semester. Can you do that when there's only two more grades? Well, I guess I'm going to find out.

I got a quiz back in computer science that day too, but I don't really want to talk about that.

Calculus was awesome though! Our professor handed back our exams at the beginning of class, which is good because I might have fought him if I had to wait until the next class to get it. Anyways, I got a 93%! Which is pretty good, considering I forgot what a derivative was for like 20 minutes of the testing time.

After classes I went to practice, and then study tables. Where I worked on calculus for 2 hours straight.

Yeah calculus, yeahhhh.

Busy Weekends

Friday was weird. First off, it was the third double run of the week and I had to start running before 7 so I would have time to get to my 8 am because I had a midterm (what?) that class and it was sort of important that I was on time for it. Just a little bit.

The test is all multiple choice, which is sometimes good but sometimes very, very bad. As soon as we start the test, I sort of fly through all 60 questions and check them all in around 25 minutes. All I can think while
I'm leaving is that the test went either really, really well or horribly. There is no middle ground here.

So now I get to spend all weekend freaking out and shitting my diaper patiently waiting for my professor to either post the grade of to get it back in class, hopefully on Monday.

Unfortunately, there isn't much you can do between classes in 35 minutes. I ended up sitting on a bench by my next class, listening to music and checking my email through my iPod. And drinking coffee, because it hadn't frozen like it usually does by the time I get to my second class.

I was going to ask my teacher questions about our project, but we didn't have our teacher that day. We had a sub. I didn't even know you could have subs in college. Is this a thing? Can they even do that?

Basically all that happened there was that I took a quiz and got out 30 minutes early, and got to sit in the basement of the building as I waited for my calculus class to happen. It was not really all that awesome. Not awesome at all.

The rest of my classes were boring, and I spent my time between my last class and my second run desperately hoping my anthropology professor would upload our test results. (It didn't happen.) Around three I went on a six mile run with my roommate, and I pretty much spent the rest of my night catching up on Castle a bit. Which reminds me; I'll probably be having posts about the TV shows I watch (aka crime shows) soon. Because the people I usually geek out freak out with are now at different colleges, and I need an outlet for this before I start to scare people.

Today I went with my sister Eileen to the bank, because she accidentally deposited around $200 into my account instead of her own and she needed me to switch it back. I ended up staying over at her house for most of the day, working on my computer science project (which I may or may not be doing correctly. I have absolutely no idea right now.) and eating lunch.

Since the majority of the team was away for a meet, everyone else who stayed was on their own for the long run today. I ended up running form my sister's apartment and down to this park that's about 3-ish miles away and doing some loops around there until I ran 11 miles and my sister picked me up. It wasn't that bad, but my legs were still pretty dead from the 400 workout a couple days ago.

As my sister dropped me off, I stole back my camera. But I should have checked it before she left, because while I do have my camera, I don't have my memory card.

Well played.

Tomorrow my sister Meagan and my parents are coming to visit from home and we're all going to Art Prize! Which is cool because I was planning on going this weekend, but it never really happened. So I'll definitely be looking forward to tomorrow :)

Quesadilla Party

Today wasn't very exciting. But I'll try to make it sound like it was exciting, for anybody who feels the need to read this.

Lab was pretty awesome today. The lab assignment was basically doing two programming warm ups, and then five exercises from this website she had. While my partner and I did the warm ups together, we decided it would be more efficient to split the exercises, in part because he had a test and because I wanted food. I did somewhere between three and four of those exercises by myself! Which is good, because our new project is based off of the knowledge used in this lab, so maybe I can get through this lab with my grade untouched. Maybe.

At least I got my Einstein's breakfast. And by that, I mostly mean that I got coffee. But it also means I got a bagel, so yeah I guess it was breakfast.

Calculus is the last class of my Thursdays, which is always nice. Fun fact: I worked for eight and a half hours on a calculus project yesterday. It was the most productive I've ever been in my entire life. Ever.

So I was actually kind of excited to go to Calculus, because I had read ahead in the book, and I had five problems to turn in for feedback. There I am, sipping at my coffee, when my professor walks in with an entire pot of coffee. And entire pot of coffee he intends to share with the entire class. It was sort of awesome but also really sad because I already had my own coffee that I had paid for. I spent most of the class trying to decide if I should grab a cup anyways.

Once I got home I tried to focus on studying for my anthropology exam, but somehow I started searching coffee on Google. And then I was googling world's strongest coffee. And then I was ordering Death Wish Coffee. There are skull and crossbones on the website, and basically the promise to never need sleep ever again (sleep is for the weak). My thoughts were basically "This sounds like a good life choice. Let me go get my credit card." So I may die from overdosing on caffeine, because this has 200% more caffeine than normal  coffee and apparently makes Starbucks coffee look like sissy coffee, which already makes me sort of jittery and kind of crazy. This may be the best idea I've ever had.

Practice was two sets of eight 400s, but there were only four of us doing them because most of the other freshmen are injured and all the upperclassmen are travelling to a meet soon, so they're not working out. Our first set was on the turf/grass, which was weird because I've never done 400 repeats on anything other than a track. The pace was sort of all over the place at first (the first was like an 82 and the second around 95... oops) but the rest in that set were right at 90 like our coach wanted, so that was good. After that we moved onto the track, and ran something like 87, 87, 86, 85, 85, 81, 81, 76 or something like that. Overall a great workout!

Basically as soon as I got home my sister Eileen called and took both my roommate and I grocery shopping, which I was in desperate need of since I ran out of food around two days ago and have been scraping the few things I did have into meals. (Anything and everything is better than Fresh, usually.) Grocery shopping sort of escalated quickly, and my roommate and I decided to make quesadillas for dinner!

Usually I have just cheese quesadillas, but I really liked these! They had mexican shredded cheese, chicken, orange pepper, and black beans. There was also mexican rice and tortilla chips with salsa. I helped by cleaning the dishes in the sink to make room and dicing the pepper. I can't be trusted with stoves.

Everything hit me all at once right after this. The workout, the food, lack of sleep. This is about the time I started crawling around the floor and reading my anthropology notes out loud in an obnoxious british accent while highlighting (also done on the floor, but this time sort of laying there, flopped over).

I also somehow texted my best friend's roommate and convinced her to have a taco party with me.

I need sleep. And coffee. Mostly coffee.

SMASHING

This is the new background of my computer. I love the internet. It enables me.

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.

Mistakes and Shenanigans

Good morning, sunshine.

Obviously I can't handle waking up at 6 am for morning lift. It took me about 5 minutes after I woke up to realize that I had practice, and that I wasn't going to class. This was really confusing to me, and I spent a lot of time stumbling around my room.

The picture was actually taken after morning practice, sometime before 8 am. I'm clearly still riding the struggle bus though.

For some reason today I thought it was a good idea to try to download spotify onto my iPod. Do you want to know how this ends? A song-less, app-less, iPod. Yes, this happened. Yes, I hate everything right now. I wish iTunes would have warned me that my iPod and the app had different software before I deleted everything. You think that would be a built in precaution. Excuse me while I go cry in a corner.

Later on facebook, my three roommates and I have a group where we basically post weird pictures of people we know/don't know and basically just comment. While one of my roommates was posting a series of really attractive guys I compiled this:

Yes, that is a collage of Nicolas Cage. No, I am not ashamed. My favorite is the top right corner; it's my laptop's background.

I can never get back the time I used to make this.

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?

Weekends Full of Procrastination

ROHO wasn't the horrible, deadly workout I thought it was going to be. Basically the workout was 1600 meters at somewhere between tempo and race pace, a 2400 meter (1.5 miles) tempo, back on the track for a 1200 tempo/race, 2400 of tempo, and then an 800 meter tempo/race. It sounds like all different kinds of awful, but it turned out alright. So that means that ROHO didn't murder me, which I thought it was going to do. Unfortunately, my lower back/upper butt started to hurt during this. I haven't really told my coach, but I mentioned it in my running to win and he said he was reading it today, so he should be seeing it soon-ish.

I like food. In fact, I like food a lot. There are some days when I just never stop eating (like today, damn long runs). A lot of my friends liken me to a black hole. So you'd think I'd be able to handle myself during an eating contest, right?

Not as well as I'd like, I've learned.

After the ROHO workout, the team went to Olive Garden and a few people decided to have an eating contest. Apparently the record for the never-ending pasta bowl challenge from the team was 7.5 bowls, and 8 breadsticks. You have to eat one initial breadstick, and then one breadstick for each bowl to count. The sauce has to be different each time, also.

So I'm in this eating contest with only two other girls, and I pretty much destroy the first bowl because I'm so hungry, and the service was slow so we had to wait forever to get seated and served. Then the second bowl comes out, and I feel kind of satisfied, but most still really hungry. So I get a third bowl.

This just so happens to be where my stomach remembers it hasn't held anything for over 8 hours, and that sauce is really rich and not very good at all.

In short, I threw up in the middle of Olive Garden and pretended like nothing happened.

It wasn't a lot of vomit, and I have my doubts on if that was actually vomit and not just a burp that rocketed some food that had been stuck in my throat/mouth.

Anyways, technically got second place with only 2.5 bowls and 4 or 5 breadsticks, but throwing up inside the restaurant is against the rules so I should actually have been disqualified.

But whatever, I'm over it.

Really.

Anyways, that all happened on Friday. Saturday, in comparison was a lot quieter and a lot more boring.

I slept in, which is sort of the first since school started because every day I don't have and 8 am class, I have morning lift, Sundays are long run days, and I've had some team thing on every Saturday (meets, car wash, etc.), so I've been a bit lacking on the sleep department. The caffeine and coffee industries, however, have loved me.

A lot of Saturday was awkward, since one of my roommate's (I have three roommates) boyfriend had come up to spend the weekend, and we all knew they had been fighting recently, but didn't know if they had made up yet. (Spoiler alert: they had.)

Eventually they left though, and the rest of my roommates and I decided to go to the football game. Roommate 1 had invited a friend of her's and their roommates/friends to come with us and it was awkward.

So very, very awkward.

Eventually we get to the stadium, after standing around awkwardly silent at some sort tailgate thing that wasn't even a decent tailgate for about 15 minutes. But we're about 2 hours early, it's already freezing, and some of the guys we were with decided that we had to sit behind the field goal that had no protective net behind it.

Roommate B and I left a half an hour later, when the kicker started warming up and B got hit in the ribs with a football.

As we were warming up back at our house, B and I decided to go over the prank idea that our house has planned. One of our ideas (laxatives crushed up and hidden in food) is apparently lethal. So that's not happening. Instead, we decide to check if the guys actually lock their doors to make sure we can actually get into their house when we need to.

Fortunately for us, they leave their back door unlocked. So B and I walk around the down stairs of their house a bit, before we decide to head back. Of course, as we start to head for the door, we can see one of the boys walking towards their backdoor, with their girlfriend.

B and I start sprinting across the house, rip open the front door, and just keep on running in a dead out sprint. They weren't really paying attention as they walked over, so we think they didn't see us. But screaming to each other as we ran back probably didn't help us very much.

Oops.

Later, Roommate C and her boyfriend come back, and this is where I begin to figure they've made up because he makes them/all of us dinner. Which was delicious, even if it did involve pasta (Fettuccine Alfredo) I shouldn't probably be eating after the Olive Garden incident.

Ah, well. Haters gonna hate, and all of that.

Sunday mornings sort of really suck, because it's the weekend so I should rightfully be sleeping in, but instead I'm getting up a little bit before 7 am so I can go long run. It's also one of the days I don't get coffee until the afternoon, and breakfast consists of only a banana (so I don't get know for vomiting).

It's a really good thing that long runs are usually my favorite workouts, otherwise I'd be unbearable on Sundays. It doesn't hurt when the run goes by really fast, either. As in, 11 miles felt more like 5 miles. Weightlifting was not that nice to me.

What really made my Sunday, was that roommate C and her boyfriend made pancakes for all of us for breakfast/lunch. I had five. Seven if you count the two I just ate as a snack as I wrote this. They're really delicious.

So now I'm just sitting here as I procrastinate.

Excuse me while I dose myself with caffeine and go get sucked into Amazon.

I'm a Hobbit Today

Thursday mornings include morning practice, so guess who got up before 6 this morning? At least I got breakfast in before I had to leave, or I wouldn't have made it through my 8 am computer science lab.

Lab was interesting, in that I had to print off my project before class started and practice seemed like it was going to end late. I swear I had a small heart attack. The printer in the lab was only a black and white printer though, so my picture printed off gray-scale. I really hope it doesn't affect my grade, because I actually tried hard on that, and my grade is switching between and A and an A- right now.

Final design of my business card project

Please excuse the lamest logo ever. I literally just sort of threw that together, because I didn't fully comprehend making graphics on BlueJ (the program I use), and I also suck at designing logos. Otherwise, I think it turned out sort of alright. Adding a picture and changing the font/font size was part of the challenge portion of the project (I can see why, that was annoyingly difficult for me), and it was worth 20 out of 100 points. It took me about 3 to 4 days to get those to work, and I'm still not sure I did all the requirements for the font portion.

Ah, well. It's over now so all I can do is panic wait for my grade.

After being frustrated for about 45 minutes on the first part of the lab, everything went pretty easy and I was starving. And extremely lacking in the coffee department. Good for me, there's an Einstein Bros Bagels right next to my 10 am (calculus) where I got my second breakfast. There's this touch screen thing there where you're supposed to place your order, but the girl in front of me broke it without me knowing. So I stood at this thing, holding up the line, and jabbing the screen with my finger, sort of looking over my shoulder while going "uhhhhhhhhh...." Eventually, somebody felt bad for me and told me just to go up to the counter to order. I mean, I got my bagel and pumpkin latte (which were both delicious, but coffee will always hold a special place in my heart), but it was still really awkward.

Yummy :)

If I lost half my height, I'm pretty sure I could be a hobbit. I'd be actually really happy to be a hobbit, since they get to eat a lot. I wouldn't mind living in holes, or hills. Both are equally okay living places for me, as long as I get to have about twelve meals a day.

Anyways, I took my second breakfast with me to calculus, where I complained with the people around me about how we don't have our portfolios back yet, when we have a test on Monday. Every couple weeks in calculus, we turn in all the work we've been doing, including our notes, and get graded on our participation. It's worth 150 points per entry and is 60% of our grade. I may or may not have been panicking since I turned it in, a week ago. And we still don't have it.  I don't even really care if he gives me my portfolio, I just want my grade back. Because it's going to be my only grade in calculus and I'm freaking out.

I was all prepared to be super annoyed with my professor, but all of a sudden he starts talking about coffee. And about how he was thinking about bringing in a pot of coffee for the class every morning. And was that a good idea? YES IT IS A GOOD IDEA, PROFESSOR. MOST EXCELLENT IDEA.

So now I'm not even really made about not having my portfolio back. I just can't bring myself to be angry. This man is offering me free coffee, Monday through Friday, at 10 am. He could fail me, and I'm pretty sure I still couldn't be mad.

Speaking of coffee, I had about a fifteen minute conversation about coffee with a guy on the team while waiting in line to order a sandwich at the cafeteria. I couldn't really remember his name, but I still was able to be social! See what coffee does? It brings people together.

Later today at practice, one of the freshman boys (one of the ones doing yoga in my house last night) wore this 6XL tshirt to practice, and ran the entire run in it. At one point, he sort of curled up inside of it. That is how big the shirt was. He looked like a little kid who was sleeping in their parents old tshrit.

(Also at practice my roommates and I got to hear about our neighbor's/teammate's date from the day before. The date was perfect, and the guy was perfect, and now I am slightly bitter about my life haha).

Something that was great today was that, while one of my roommates was cooking her dinner, while not wearing pants, and two guys from the team walk in through our back door. I think we handled it pretty well. It was kind of weird when one of the guys admitted he wasn't wearing pants either, though.

Well, I have a ROHO workout tomorrow, and I may or may not die during it, so I'm going to go eat my second dinner and cry myself to sleep now.

PS Also there's a scooter on my roof now, with all the decomposing bananas. Boys need to stop throwing things I can't reach up there.

Coffee Monsters and Other Really, Really Good Life Choices

I went to Java City over in one of your cafeteria's with one of my roommates today in the afternoon, and got a large coffee. Which probably wasn't the best idea, because the caffeine hit me around 8 pm. It also made this seem like a good idea:

You can't really tell, but it has legs made of paperclips that only really work if I pin them down with my iPod or something. But yeah, this is a Coffee Monster. This is what college and caffeine do to you. I sort of want to make an army of these.

On a completely different note, about fifteen minutes ago, some of the guys from the cross country team walked into the house/dorm, plugged their laptop into our TV, and started doing yoga. They don't say anything if we ask them what they're doing, but they sort of whisper to each other about the different yoga moves.

I don't understand. I just can't even understand right now.

I Make Good Life Choices. Really. I Swear.

I'm in the kitchen of my apartment right now, working on my computer science class project, which is due tomorrow. All I have to do, is write a program to make a fake business card, which includes my name, a logo, fake information, a photo, and different fonts.

 I've actually been surprisingly good about this, and haven't left it to the last second. In fact, I got most of the basics done on Saturday, and added a few more things on Sunday and Monday. It was pretty easy for the most part, a few problems (especially with adding the picture), but nothing too bad.

And then the font decided to not function the way it's supposed to.

So now I'm in the kitchen of my apartment, eating red velvet cookies and trying not to cry.

Welcome to college, Amy.