Stomach flu

Turns out, my sickness lasted until yesterday. And it wasn't just from being hungover. Nope, I had the stomach flu. Ohhhh yummy gastroenteritis. Most miserable thing I've experienced in a while. I haven't eaten real food in 5 days... I miss it so much. I've eaten toast, saltines, Gatorade, and water. Yes, super healthy diet. Makes me light-headed and slightly crankier than the average me. And my body is exhausted.

Which leads to my next thought. Boys are jerks. Most are at least. I'm sorry if you're reading this and you're male. But sometimes, oftentimes, most of the time, the whole lot of you are jerks and denser than a black hole.

That's all I have for now, give me a break, I'm a recovering sick person

Sunday Morning, Random Nonsense

A few things:

First I work in a food store, no I do not sell cigarettes or lighters. So don't walk in and ask me for them. Secondly, if I HAD cigarettes in the store, I wouldn't sell them anyway. I'm a public health student. Cigarettes = bad for health, bad for public's health, all around bad. Smoking is BAD for your health. Okay? Got it? Good.

Drinking is terrible. My body hates alcohol. Like really really hates it. Can't handle it. Yet, I always try to make it like alcohol more. Then my body always rejects me, laughs in my face and says, "there are consequences to your drinking because I DON'T LIKE ALCOHOL!" Then I'm hungover for a day or two, my body feels like it gets hit by a bus, and I'm horrifyingly unproductive. Note to self, no more tequila shots. (Can I use the label food on this one? Alcohol not really food... but close enough?)

Washing dishes- I don't like doing it. Just like I don't like doing the laundry. Maybe it's the whole concept of washing things that I don't like to do. But I don't mind showers...

And... that's all I can think about writing for now. I have all this partial blog ideas in my head but I always forget them once I sit down and actually start typing. Kind of a problem. Now, if you could just read my mind, I wouldn't have to blog.

Being Zen

There's something to be said about accepting the way things are. Being happy with it. And just relaxing. Letting things flow and taking the zen attitude. So this is me: being zen

Quality Time on My Knees and in My Head

I've spent an interestingly long time on my knees lately. No, don't think dirty. At WORK I kneel and put things away. Restocking and such. I've noticed how much time I spend on my knees and how much that hurts! But it's easier than constantly bending over. The thought was that I wish I had knee pads when I work. Now as for doing other things on my knees... well, I can do that without knee pads.

Spring Break has come and gone. I spent a little time at home and got to enjoy a meal a great friend who I've missed a lot. Also I got to sleep in. Best thing ever. I spent quality time with my mom, which ended up being great fun. We ate a lot of Chinese food and watched movies. I am fully embracing the Chinese food and Chinese pop music side of my Chinese-ness. Not sure about any other side yet. Pretty much ate myself into a delightful Chinese food coma... best feeling EVER. Better than an American food coma. I'm serious. WAY better. Try it some time. But try it with authentic Chinese food and then you will see what I mean.

I can't believe it's March. Time has definitely flown by. The semester is almost OVER. Unbelievable. Two of my favorite people are returning to the USA in April- we're almost there! Can't wait to see them. I'm still searching for my way abroad for 6 months. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

So I've been doing some thinking. It's fascinating how much has changed since I've moved out here. I was so miserable those first few months. I think it takes a few months to adjust to a new place when you don't know a single soul. And I have definitely learned the art of self-soothing. Amazing how you don't really have to do that when you have really great friends around you. But I definitely realized how I need to do that without having someone a few minutes away to talk to, hug, or to cry on their shoulder. I am much better these days. Happy is a good state of mind.

Now if it could just stop RAINING in Boston, I'd be happier!

Almost didn't leave...

I almost missed my flight home. Yes, me... the I-like-to-get-to-things-way-early girl. Flight at 10:45, I woke up at 9:40. Flew out of bed. Ran for a taxi, which I couldn't find for the longest time. And managed to squeeze into the airport and onto the flight by 10:30. Most stressful situation of my life. I almost had a heart attack. I'm also pretty sure the taxi driver loves me because I gave him the biggest tip (I didn't ask for change back. Threw some money in the front seat and flew out of the taxi). But I'm back in the happy, friendly Midwest for a few days! I've been hanging out in my pajamas all day. It's been amazing. It would be even more amazing if I wasn't applying for ways to go abroad and keeping my fingers crossed to find funding. BUT such is life.

PS my left laptop clicker key is depressed. Literally. It super F-ed up and doesn't exactly click. It's more... well... depressed. It's been this way for a while and I hate it. How do I get it fixed?!

Normal People Sleep

And yet, I am not normal. I mean, it is obviously a state I aspire to achieve. Normalness. But I have yet to reach that point in life. So here I am. Rocking the 4am, I need to leave soon for my flight back to that state where I used to live in. A few days back home. A few days... not enough, yet quite enough.

Today, people were walking around the mall like crazy people. I mean... I have an unusually judgmental mind that has many thoughts... judging people. I just never say them out loud. For the most part. Today, people were walking around the mall like they were insane. At first, I figured the first person was just... you know... a little unique. But after I saw person after person doing weird things... I knew it was not just me seeing special people. One person walked around by bringing her knees as high as they would go. One lady walked around like she was doing the freaking wedding march. There was a skip hop thing going on with a few people. There were people walking sooo strangely. One step, kick foot out, next step, kick foot out again. I really thought it was just me, judging people. I don't think it was. I also don't think it was just people who could not control what they were doing. They were seriously just being weird as... well just weird.

I physically cannot drink 3 nights in a row. Can't happen. I can barely drink 1 night. So tonight would have been night number 3. Nope, couldn't do it. My liver, body, mind, fingers, feet, and soul recoiled at the thought of sipping anything less than a Diet Coke straight up. So I didn't. But can I say... men are strange creatures. They are not much different no matter where you venture. Midwest, East Coast, West Coast... a mad fascination with body parts and nothing else. Seriously people, we, women, have brains. We have personalities. We have feelings. We are not just objects you can collect, put on your mantle, and play with once in a while. Get your mind out of the gutter (though mine is there often) and FOCUS. Up here. Not down there. OR over there. FOCUS.

Midterms are over. And as you can see with my 4am writing, I am not back to normal. I am beyond fixable at this point. Late night owl, daytime sloth, evening semi-functional human. I hope I passed... it would suck to have to do this semester over again. But yet it is slightly likely I might have to. Ew... I suck.

Jay Chou at 4am in the morning, not great. Weird French songs (including French rap) where I can't understand any of the words, on the other hand, fascinatingly poignant.

I wonder if I'll ever be on a real sleep cycle again. Ugh I don't want to be on an air-o-plane in 6 hours-ish. Flying... you know, we have a love-hate relationship. Well my French song is done so I guess I will attempt at laying in my bed again. Wish me luck. And if you're part of the Sconnie Nation and you read this, you now know I'll be home til Wednesday. Send me a "hi" or something! The likelihood that I'll see the outside world? Well, that's questionable and if you know me, you'd know that.

xoxo

Law, Sleep, Bathrooms, Sushi... Can I be more random?

My destiny will never lead me to be a lawyer. I am currently studying for my Health Law midterm. It is all G.I.B.B.E.R.I.S.H. I'm serious. This doesn't make sense. It's a completely different language. Give me biology, chemistry, foreign languages any day. This stuff is like #@*(&&^@#)#@$^*&# to me.

I now have a complete inability to wake up in the morning. I miss the mornings where I could just roll out of bed and get going. Like an energizer bunny.... Or when I had a human alarm clock to kick me out of bed. These days I just lay there, sleep through alarm clocks, and stare angrily at my phone.

A thought: guys have it so easy when it comes to going to the bathroom. This thought occurred to me at work yesterday. I was in the bathroom and decided, why not use one of those silly toilet covers. Pulled one out. Put it down. Turned around... then turned back around. And it had fallen into the toilet. #($&^@! Seriously, guys can just stand there and go. Girls have to pop a squat and work on their thigh muscles. OR just sit on the grossness of a toilet OR use a toilet cover (either ready-made or impromptu toilet paper). Why is it so difficult for us to go?! I can tie this into the time I was in the hospital. Bed pans? Psh, don't know how to use those. Guys just have this lovely thing they can just use and relieve themselves. I had to push a call button, get a nurse, go, and have her help me throughout the entire process. Female anatomy is difficult sometimes...

Best work shift last night: discounted sushi and free Chai Latte. Gotta love fellow employee camaraderie. Mmmm sushi. Spicy Tuna Roll me!

This is my attempt at not studying law anymore... but it isn't working. The gibberish is pulling me back in... probably because I'm worried I'm going to fail my exam. Wish me luck!