So I suck and didn't post yesterday, but I have good reason. I was having too much fun celebrating my freedom. After sitting in the quad and reading for a bit, I got caught up on shows I've missed, and even went to get bubble tea down near BU. It wasn't nearly as good as Harvard Square, but it'll curb my craving until next week.
Oh Stephanie, when you see this, the new Berry Line flavor is peach! We're going.
And now I'm off to celebrate some more. And study a little bit for a psych quiz tomorrow, but mostly celebrate.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
A life? What's that? Katie seems to have forgotten.
I cannot remember what it was like to not have homework. To not stress about anything. To have free time.
BUT I'm tired of always saying how tired and stressed I am. So since I've diagnosed myself with duck syndrome (where you seem relatively calm, but am paddling and freaking out ferociously underneath the surface), I think talking about it less will maybe convince me that there's nothing to be freaking out about in the first place.
So happy things. On Friday I treated myself to a Bubble Tea down in Harvard Square with Isabel. It was supposed to be quick so I could come back here and get stuff done, but Isabel is very good at keeping me distracted. We ended up wandering around Harvard Square for three hours and I even dropped ten dollars on a scarf (gasp!). Our friend's birthday is in a week, so we were saying how maybe in Urban Outfitters we'd find something. Or this cute little boutique. Or in the burger joint that all the Harvard boys were sitting in. Etc.
And last night, I even went to the movies. We saw The Town because 1) We're in Boston so it's pretty much required and 2) I saw a scene being filmed last year on Yawkey Street, right next to Fenway. It was really cool then, and even cooler to see it on the big screen in a packed theater.
Today was lazy, though, and I've been studying and studying my ass off for psych, music, nursing, and my anatomy lab practical.
WHEN THIS WEEK IS OVER- or just after Wednesday, really- I AM GOING TO POST THE BEST THING EVER ON HERE BECAUSE THEN I'LL FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING FUN TO WRITE ABOUT LIKE OH I DON'T KNOW, GOING OUT TO A PARTY OR SOMETHING EQUALLY AS AWESOME BECAUSE I WILL FINALLY BE FREE AND ANYTHING IS EXPONENTIALLY BETTER THAN SITTING IN MY ROOM ALL THE TIME STUDYING.
I hope I make it through the next few days. I think I'm going to use up all the luckyness in my lucky bracelet by the time this week is done.
BUT I'm tired of always saying how tired and stressed I am. So since I've diagnosed myself with duck syndrome (where you seem relatively calm, but am paddling and freaking out ferociously underneath the surface), I think talking about it less will maybe convince me that there's nothing to be freaking out about in the first place.
So happy things. On Friday I treated myself to a Bubble Tea down in Harvard Square with Isabel. It was supposed to be quick so I could come back here and get stuff done, but Isabel is very good at keeping me distracted. We ended up wandering around Harvard Square for three hours and I even dropped ten dollars on a scarf (gasp!). Our friend's birthday is in a week, so we were saying how maybe in Urban Outfitters we'd find something. Or this cute little boutique. Or in the burger joint that all the Harvard boys were sitting in. Etc.
And last night, I even went to the movies. We saw The Town because 1) We're in Boston so it's pretty much required and 2) I saw a scene being filmed last year on Yawkey Street, right next to Fenway. It was really cool then, and even cooler to see it on the big screen in a packed theater.
Today was lazy, though, and I've been studying and studying my ass off for psych, music, nursing, and my anatomy lab practical.
WHEN THIS WEEK IS OVER- or just after Wednesday, really- I AM GOING TO POST THE BEST THING EVER ON HERE BECAUSE THEN I'LL FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING FUN TO WRITE ABOUT LIKE OH I DON'T KNOW, GOING OUT TO A PARTY OR SOMETHING EQUALLY AS AWESOME BECAUSE I WILL FINALLY BE FREE AND ANYTHING IS EXPONENTIALLY BETTER THAN SITTING IN MY ROOM ALL THE TIME STUDYING.
I hope I make it through the next few days. I think I'm going to use up all the luckyness in my lucky bracelet by the time this week is done.
I'm sorry, but a shopping post is in order.
Hi, my name is Stephanie, and I'm a shopoholic.
It's bad. I haven't gone for real clothes shopping in WEEKS (I've been thrifting, and while I'm proud of all the clothes I got for under ten bucks, nothing compares to that new sweater/jeans/shirt/dress/shoes/bag smell). Every time I sit down to this here computer, no matter what for, I eventually find myself pursuing various websites. And I'm tempted. Boy, am I tempted.
My latest struggle is with rain boots. I actually do need them, not that superficial need like with the sweater on Forever21.com sitting JUST underneath the Blogger tab on my browser. No, getting to class in the rain with nothing but flip flops actually does suck. I've put at least five different pairs of boots in my basket on Target.com and then Xed out of the tab, convincing myself that the money I've saved can be better spent elsewhere.
Luckily, my roommate came to the rescue when she noticed my lack of a basic necessity. When she gets back to campus after going home for the weekend, she's going to be bringing a pair of boots she bought but can't match with anything, so she's giving them to me.
I'm excited, but still lusting after about a thousand sweaters from Forever21.
Let's mark this down as a con on Stephanie's List of College Pros and Cons; lack of room in my budget for shopping.
It's bad. I haven't gone for real clothes shopping in WEEKS (I've been thrifting, and while I'm proud of all the clothes I got for under ten bucks, nothing compares to that new sweater/jeans/shirt/dress/shoes/bag smell). Every time I sit down to this here computer, no matter what for, I eventually find myself pursuing various websites. And I'm tempted. Boy, am I tempted.
My latest struggle is with rain boots. I actually do need them, not that superficial need like with the sweater on Forever21.com sitting JUST underneath the Blogger tab on my browser. No, getting to class in the rain with nothing but flip flops actually does suck. I've put at least five different pairs of boots in my basket on Target.com and then Xed out of the tab, convincing myself that the money I've saved can be better spent elsewhere.
Luckily, my roommate came to the rescue when she noticed my lack of a basic necessity. When she gets back to campus after going home for the weekend, she's going to be bringing a pair of boots she bought but can't match with anything, so she's giving them to me.
I'm excited, but still lusting after about a thousand sweaters from Forever21.
Let's mark this down as a con on Stephanie's List of College Pros and Cons; lack of room in my budget for shopping.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
This is the part where Stephanie breaks down over math.
I am not, nor will I ever be, a math person.
In math class, there are a million more things to be thinking about than radicals and exponents and the nth power of a million. Like should I go to the gym later?, I wonder what's for lunch, and other things, like shopping, boys, my law homework, the long weekend coming up, and pretty much anything that does not involve numbers and somehow solving them.
That's what happens to me, I start thinking about all this crap and suddenly there's a board full of notes I have yet to copy down. I glance at the clock and realize that only five minutes went by--excuse me? How can anyone learn all this in five minutes?!
I press on because once I finish this, I only have to take quantitative measures as far as math goes for the psychology major.
Anyway, I'm super stressed out, so I'm going to go put on some running shorts and head out for a small jog. When I get back, I'm hoping I'll be too wiped out to care much about anything.
In math class, there are a million more things to be thinking about than radicals and exponents and the nth power of a million. Like should I go to the gym later?, I wonder what's for lunch, and other things, like shopping, boys, my law homework, the long weekend coming up, and pretty much anything that does not involve numbers and somehow solving them.
That's what happens to me, I start thinking about all this crap and suddenly there's a board full of notes I have yet to copy down. I glance at the clock and realize that only five minutes went by--excuse me? How can anyone learn all this in five minutes?!
I press on because once I finish this, I only have to take quantitative measures as far as math goes for the psychology major.
Anyway, I'm super stressed out, so I'm going to go put on some running shorts and head out for a small jog. When I get back, I'm hoping I'll be too wiped out to care much about anything.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Nothing like a little shop therapy for Katie.
I am always, always, always stressed. About nothing. About everything. About exams, quizzes, homework, and labs. About if I left my straightener plugged in, the lights on, and if the food I'm eating has gluten in it. About if I should go to the gym. About not going to the gym. About my health.
I am literally perpetually stressed. That's probably why I got sick in the first place. That and my general disregard for coats or sweatshirts when I go to class because it'll mess up my hair, but I'm always using Purell, though, so I thought maybe that would negate the carelessness. I guess not.
But in the next two weeks, I have one quiz, two exams, and a lab practical, as well as the one quiz I had today. How will I do it?
I have this poster in my room here that says "Keep Calm and Carry On". I bought it because it went with the ~indie wonderland theme my roommate and I have, but also because I'm desperate to stop sweating the small stuff. I thought maybe if I see a giant reminder plastered to my wall everyday, I'd have to do it. I try, and maybe I'm getting better. But it can't stop me from getting stressed at all.
So anyway, my roommate showed me Etsy.com today- specifically this one seller in the Philippines who makes adorable necklaces out of pocket watches. She has lots of really cute other things too. So naturally I bought one, but it was only 20$ with the international shipping. That's practically all of my allowance that I allot for each week, but whatever. I didn't spend any last week when I was home sick, so it evens out. Here's a picture of it:
And now I must go get something done before this afternoon where I'm helping my friend do a photoshoot for her photography class. I have to dress up all classy and go to a T stop, where the concept is to capture a story. I guess I'm going to be fighting with one of my friends or something, haha. At least I'll look cute even if I'm making a fool out of myself in public.
I am literally perpetually stressed. That's probably why I got sick in the first place. That and my general disregard for coats or sweatshirts when I go to class because it'll mess up my hair, but I'm always using Purell, though, so I thought maybe that would negate the carelessness. I guess not.
But in the next two weeks, I have one quiz, two exams, and a lab practical, as well as the one quiz I had today. How will I do it?
I have this poster in my room here that says "Keep Calm and Carry On". I bought it because it went with the ~indie wonderland theme my roommate and I have, but also because I'm desperate to stop sweating the small stuff. I thought maybe if I see a giant reminder plastered to my wall everyday, I'd have to do it. I try, and maybe I'm getting better. But it can't stop me from getting stressed at all.
So anyway, my roommate showed me Etsy.com today- specifically this one seller in the Philippines who makes adorable necklaces out of pocket watches. She has lots of really cute other things too. So naturally I bought one, but it was only 20$ with the international shipping. That's practically all of my allowance that I allot for each week, but whatever. I didn't spend any last week when I was home sick, so it evens out. Here's a picture of it:
And now I must go get something done before this afternoon where I'm helping my friend do a photoshoot for her photography class. I have to dress up all classy and go to a T stop, where the concept is to capture a story. I guess I'm going to be fighting with one of my friends or something, haha. At least I'll look cute even if I'm making a fool out of myself in public.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Advisor Meeting
I just got back from the meeting with my advisor, and it actually wasn't too bad. My roommate came back from her meeting with the same advisor moments before I left for mine completely stressed out. And as it turns out, I'm still stressed for the same reasons-being a freshman and having to take summer courses- so at the very least, I have nothing new to worry about.
It still sucks, though.
But I was confirmed that I'm able to take summer courses without messing anything up. I guess I don't have the maximum at community college yet (yay?) so my college is still able to accept classes from there. I just have to get them preapproved and go through a long process...
But I guess that's what college is, y/y?
Anyway. I just have to declare a track for my major, and I'm a little conflicted. I have four choices; neuroscience, counselling, developmental, and general psych. I need to figure out which is the best to obtain a graduate degree but also something I'm passionate about and can do for the rest of my life.
Ugh this is so complicated. Do not like.
It still sucks, though.
But I was confirmed that I'm able to take summer courses without messing anything up. I guess I don't have the maximum at community college yet (yay?) so my college is still able to accept classes from there. I just have to get them preapproved and go through a long process...
But I guess that's what college is, y/y?
Anyway. I just have to declare a track for my major, and I'm a little conflicted. I have four choices; neuroscience, counselling, developmental, and general psych. I need to figure out which is the best to obtain a graduate degree but also something I'm passionate about and can do for the rest of my life.
Ugh this is so complicated. Do not like.
Monday, September 13, 2010
O hai, I'm Katie.
Okay okay, Stephanie. I'm finally making time for this!
I apologize that it's taken four of Stephanie's posts to get to one of mine, but like she said, it might be like that for a teensy bit, unfortunately. Because at this moment, three things consume my life: classes and their subsequent torturous labs, homework, and this God awful cold I've been carrying around. (And everyone calls me a hypochondriac- but if I'm really sick that doesn't count, right?)
But a small introduction is in order, I suppose.
I, too, am from good little Cape Cod. I'm technically a 'wash-ashore', but that doesn't matter. I'm a Cape Codder at heart- Sandy Neck bonfires, tourist bashing, 40 hour work weeks starting when you're thirteen, etc. And while Stephanie was there a little longer than I was, I still love and miss it. Last year I ventured to the big bad city of Boston, and like was mentioned, am attempting to endure the rigorous nursing program at this overly-priced college that never fail to empty my bank account. I like it though, or I wouldn't be doing it. So far it's been the preliminary stuff- chemistry, anatomy, nursing research, stuff like that- but today, actually, I have my first (six hour long) nursing lab at 3:00. It's vital signs and easy stuff like that, and I'm pretty excited. So if you're in close-vicinity to me in the upcoming weeks (Stephanie, ahem) prepare yourself to have your blood pressure and pulse and temperature and respiration rate taken an obscene amount of times. Just sayin'.
I wish I had more time to enjoy the city, though. I try to make a point of going out at least once a week. Last week alone I ended up at some sketchy house party in Allston where this kid (whose real name was Bexley or Baxter or something btw) actually believed me when I said my friend was related to Taylor Swift, as well as some party in the North End where an entire hostel filled with foreign kids were- and I learned a few additional swears in Russian. Phonetically, if you say "Pzdietz", that means bullshit. I like that one.
And I guess I should mention this is the first time in four years that I've been 'single' officially- and that's really scary. Not like it even matters, when I'm cooped up in my dorm room all night long, but I feel like that's a little important.
Okay, I need to get some homework done before lab starts. I get to be all official with my stethoscope and duffel bag filled with medical goodies- and starting next week, my scrubs! I'm excited for that.
I'll try to post more, though!
I apologize that it's taken four of Stephanie's posts to get to one of mine, but like she said, it might be like that for a teensy bit, unfortunately. Because at this moment, three things consume my life: classes and their subsequent torturous labs, homework, and this God awful cold I've been carrying around. (And everyone calls me a hypochondriac- but if I'm really sick that doesn't count, right?)
But a small introduction is in order, I suppose.
I, too, am from good little Cape Cod. I'm technically a 'wash-ashore', but that doesn't matter. I'm a Cape Codder at heart- Sandy Neck bonfires, tourist bashing, 40 hour work weeks starting when you're thirteen, etc. And while Stephanie was there a little longer than I was, I still love and miss it. Last year I ventured to the big bad city of Boston, and like was mentioned, am attempting to endure the rigorous nursing program at this overly-priced college that never fail to empty my bank account. I like it though, or I wouldn't be doing it. So far it's been the preliminary stuff- chemistry, anatomy, nursing research, stuff like that- but today, actually, I have my first (six hour long) nursing lab at 3:00. It's vital signs and easy stuff like that, and I'm pretty excited. So if you're in close-vicinity to me in the upcoming weeks (Stephanie, ahem) prepare yourself to have your blood pressure and pulse and temperature and respiration rate taken an obscene amount of times. Just sayin'.
I wish I had more time to enjoy the city, though. I try to make a point of going out at least once a week. Last week alone I ended up at some sketchy house party in Allston where this kid (whose real name was Bexley or Baxter or something btw) actually believed me when I said my friend was related to Taylor Swift, as well as some party in the North End where an entire hostel filled with foreign kids were- and I learned a few additional swears in Russian. Phonetically, if you say "Pzdietz", that means bullshit. I like that one.
And I guess I should mention this is the first time in four years that I've been 'single' officially- and that's really scary. Not like it even matters, when I'm cooped up in my dorm room all night long, but I feel like that's a little important.
Okay, I need to get some homework done before lab starts. I get to be all official with my stethoscope and duffel bag filled with medical goodies- and starting next week, my scrubs! I'm excited for that.
I'll try to post more, though!
A mini baby update.
I'm supposed to be on my way to the bookstore to pick something up for my baby sis, but I'm not doing that yet. Obviously.
A little update on Katie: Despite going to school right next to each other, we barely have time to see each other. Plus, she was sick last weekend, and she's a nursing major in a super intense program so her updates will hopefully be soon, but I'll probably be the one posting most. Not a big deal. Hopefully I'll get to see her pretty face, or better yet, con her into coming over for the season finale of The Real World on Wednesday. ;)
Again, I have no homework and too much free time on my hands. Hopefully my last class of the day will give me SOMETHING. I already did all my reading for Philosophy of Law (sounds impressive, no?) and my dad overnighted my algebra book sooooo I can't do my homework for that until I get it tomorrow. Not a tragic loss, actually!
Tomorrow I have a meeting with my advisor to figure out how I can be a junior by next fall. Hello, stress!
Okay, Lauren, I'll go to the bookstore for you now. I don't know why you need a Vera Bradley change purse SO BADLY but whatevs. Love youuuuu.
XOXOXO,
S
A little update on Katie: Despite going to school right next to each other, we barely have time to see each other. Plus, she was sick last weekend, and she's a nursing major in a super intense program so her updates will hopefully be soon, but I'll probably be the one posting most. Not a big deal. Hopefully I'll get to see her pretty face, or better yet, con her into coming over for the season finale of The Real World on Wednesday. ;)
Again, I have no homework and too much free time on my hands. Hopefully my last class of the day will give me SOMETHING. I already did all my reading for Philosophy of Law (sounds impressive, no?) and my dad overnighted my algebra book sooooo I can't do my homework for that until I get it tomorrow. Not a tragic loss, actually!
Tomorrow I have a meeting with my advisor to figure out how I can be a junior by next fall. Hello, stress!
Okay, Lauren, I'll go to the bookstore for you now. I don't know why you need a Vera Bradley change purse SO BADLY but whatevs. Love youuuuu.
XOXOXO,
S
Thursday, September 9, 2010
So a lot has happened.
I moved to Boston, met my roommate, started classes, keep falling in and out of serious bouts of homesickness...
I just had my first group meeting with my advisor and realized how stressed out this is making me. I'm a trucking freshman, again. For the next year, I'm going to have to bust my butt to have junior standing by this time next year. You can imagine how upset this make me. I have to complete a year and a half of work in one year, and make sure it complies to my major or else I'm looking at ANOTHER year here.
Which, broken down, equates to this:
Keep my four classes this semester, in an effort to establish myself in the city socially and emotionally so I stop getting homesick and thinking "Beauty school is always an option".
Take five classes next semester.
Take two classes over the summer at stupid community college, where I swore up and down I'd never go to again.
Half of me is basically thinking "I hate my life" while the other half is being reasonable and thinking that so many worse things have happened and it's not the end of the world and I want to get a PhD for crying out loud, so this will not be the only stressful part of my education.
Regardless of how level-headed I'm being about this, I'm laying low today until class later, and then I'll probably continue to lie low until the Jersey Shore party tonight.
Boooooooooo stress, do not like.
Edited, about ten minutes later: I just went down to check my mail in the other dorm building. I actually got three cards of encouragement from my family. One was from my little cousin, Olivia, one from her, my other cousin, my aunt and uncle and they got me a 20$ Dunkin Donuts giftcard and one from my mom containing 25$. So I suppose things are starting to look up for the day.
I just had my first group meeting with my advisor and realized how stressed out this is making me. I'm a trucking freshman, again. For the next year, I'm going to have to bust my butt to have junior standing by this time next year. You can imagine how upset this make me. I have to complete a year and a half of work in one year, and make sure it complies to my major or else I'm looking at ANOTHER year here.
Which, broken down, equates to this:
Keep my four classes this semester, in an effort to establish myself in the city socially and emotionally so I stop getting homesick and thinking "Beauty school is always an option".
Take five classes next semester.
Take two classes over the summer at stupid community college, where I swore up and down I'd never go to again.
Half of me is basically thinking "I hate my life" while the other half is being reasonable and thinking that so many worse things have happened and it's not the end of the world and I want to get a PhD for crying out loud, so this will not be the only stressful part of my education.
Regardless of how level-headed I'm being about this, I'm laying low today until class later, and then I'll probably continue to lie low until the Jersey Shore party tonight.
Boooooooooo stress, do not like.
Edited, about ten minutes later: I just went down to check my mail in the other dorm building. I actually got three cards of encouragement from my family. One was from my little cousin, Olivia, one from her, my other cousin, my aunt and uncle and they got me a 20$ Dunkin Donuts giftcard and one from my mom containing 25$. So I suppose things are starting to look up for the day.
Friday, September 3, 2010
h3llo again.
I'm thinking about bringing another girl on board this blog, Katie. Katie, like me, is making the transition from beach town to big city (except she did it last year while I was stuck at community college and is now back in her second year, lucky bitch). Her and I have been friends since eighth grade, minus two years we spent hating each other. Which btw, is irrelevant and inefficient!
We've had plenty o' blogs together in the past on the now dead GreatestJournal. The point is, she's a great blog partner, a great writer, and my best friend. You'll love her words, pinky promise.
I'll let her introduce herself, she's probably sleeping now. She moved to school a week before me, and has class in the morning. Silly girl.
MEANWHILE, BACK ON THE BEACH.
We're prepping for "the big one", Hurricane Earl. I'm not okay with my last few days on the beach spent on house arrest because my mom is a wee bit paranoid. Guess how many flashlights she bought today in preparation for this storm? Oh, only fifteen.
No big deal.
Although I did go to the beach to see the waves with my sister and ex-boyfriend/good friend. They weren't too impressive, height wise, but you could just hear how powerful they were. Then we watched the stars for a bit and saw the Milky Way. I'll miss stuff like that, but I can't wait to shout 'later!' to my hometown.
Til later...
We've had plenty o' blogs together in the past on the now dead GreatestJournal. The point is, she's a great blog partner, a great writer, and my best friend. You'll love her words, pinky promise.
I'll let her introduce herself, she's probably sleeping now. She moved to school a week before me, and has class in the morning. Silly girl.
MEANWHILE, BACK ON THE BEACH.
We're prepping for "the big one", Hurricane Earl. I'm not okay with my last few days on the beach spent on house arrest because my mom is a wee bit paranoid. Guess how many flashlights she bought today in preparation for this storm? Oh, only fifteen.
No big deal.
Although I did go to the beach to see the waves with my sister and ex-boyfriend/good friend. They weren't too impressive, height wise, but you could just hear how powerful they were. Then we watched the stars for a bit and saw the Milky Way. I'll miss stuff like that, but I can't wait to shout 'later!' to my hometown.
Til later...
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