So crazy I don't know what to do.

I cannot believe how much this semester has flown by.

I got back this afternoon from Thanksgiving break. THANKSGIVING BREAK. There are only 20 days, including what's left of today, left in this semester. Amazing.

When my roommate got back, we had a little girly moment where we screamed and hugged and got hysterical over talking about our breaks and then we got serious. Well, it was the like shirt before the shirt: we got serious before actually getting serious.

Only Jersey Shore fans will get that, and I really feel alone on that one in this blog...

Anyway! Theresa and I were talking about how quickly this semester had flown by, and we reminisced on how we used to cry to each other about how we couldn't wait for it to be over. Literally cry, though.

This was a serious adjustment to make. I'm looking back fondly on my first two months here, however, and I think I knew deep down that everything would be okay. I mean, it was hard! Everything was hard!

I'm feeling really proud of myself right now. And, Katie, you were right. I did get used to it. Thank you for being there for me throughout it all. Love you!

I love my crazy friends.

I love my friends so much, I can't imagine my life without them. One minute we're sitting in the cold under blankets in front of a fire talking about Skipper Slips and having an elementary school reunion, singing the lyrics to our school song from ten years ago. Then the next moment we're on a Taco Bell run singing Like A G6 and Bad Romance and the next I'm getting moral support in dealing with stupid drama. Then we're playing truth or dare, arguing over who James is going to save from the hypothetical fire ("WHY WOULD YOU SAVE HIM INSTEAD OF ME I'M LIKE YOUR SISTER")

I just felt the need to write that down somewhere.

Katie's uh, eventful weekend.

So this was a weekend of firsts, sort of.

It started Friday- I skipped class for the first time this year because of Harry Potter the night before. That night we went out to celebrate Katie Mead's birthday. We went to this Indian place in Harvard Square, and it was really good. Only one problem: apparently I'm allergic to more than I knew, because I had a wicked bad reaction after eating. I felt so nauseous, and Isabel and I ended up leaving early and good thing- after getting out of the taxi back here, I got violently sick. Another first, since I can't say I've ever puked outside before. My throat proceeded to swell and after some miscommunication with public safety, an ambulance was sent to take me to the hospital. Yeah, there's not much like being carried down the stairs by two EMT's to attract some attention of people peeking out of their doors. I rode in the back of the ambulance, yet another first, and the EMT was cute, and I wished that I didn't have all these hives all over me. Isabel told me later that they let her push the buttons for the sirens, too.
Four hours, 50 mg of Benadryl, Prednisone, 800 ml of saline and one very sore IV injection site later, I left.
I'm just so annoyed when I think about it now, because I've eaten Indian food before and was fine. I guess it's just some new random, exotic spice that I can't have. And I don't even know what it was. But now the doctor that I spoke to is insisting I get a new epi-pen, so tomorrow I have to venture around trying to find some place to fill my prescription. Or maybe I'll just wait until I come home on Tuesday.

It was quite an eventful weekend, just not uh, in the way I would have normally liked. But whatever. It makes an interesting story, at least.

And today I did some shopping for my Secret Santa and some other people. I really like wandering around Boston on my own, even if it's not the safest thing to do. I just like the independence of it all.

Katie is mind blown.

I am so incredibly mind blown right now.

It's so bittersweet seeing my childhood almost come to an end. That's really how I feel. To literally grow up with characters and be the same age as them and to just feel like you know them, however corny that is, is something you just can't forget.

And even though it's 3:03 am, I have to get this down while this mind blownness is fresh in my mind.
It was a mob scene, but well worth the three hours of waiting in line, then another waiting in the theater. It was worth sitting through the shittiest preview I've ever witnessed (Cowboys vs. Aliens) and it was worth sitting next to someone obnoxious. It was all worth it because this is just simply my favorite series ever. And I can't believe that in a few short months, it will all be over.

I loved the movie. We all cried up when Dobby died, and one of Sarah's friends was sobbing hysterically and was annoying people near her. But I teared up, so I can't really talk. It was just so epic and perfect. Everyone is rooting for Ron, and it was really cool to see Hermione on screen thinking I've seen you in person before!

I just... I don't know.
Mind blown.


I have to make sure my kids read and love this stuff as much as I do someday. No excuses.
I also have to try and make myself go to bed, since I'm donating blood in eight hours and am probably severely dehydrated.

S: Being a brat about math. Again.

Nothing in this world has the ability to bring me to my knees and cry like math does. I take one look at anything with fractions and freeze up. It doesn't matter that I've been doing this stuff for years, I'll never understand it. The only reason I'm blogging right now is because I'm doing a math review and I got the the 3rd problem, which reads 'Verify that g(x)=f-1 by showing that f(g(x))=x and g(f(x))=x, where f(x)=3x-2, g(x)=1/3x+2/3'.
No thank you, I'd really rather not.

Sadly, this is not my last math class as I had hoped it would be. Next semester I have to take statistics because its a pre-req to Quantitative Measures in Psychology ew.

I need to stop stressing. The last exam I took for this class I totally bombed (but I was expecting worse, to be honest) but I feel like that has a lot to do with the fact that I had just said goodbye to one of my best friends for what I thought was going to be like, six months, I had gotten no sleep for the entire weekend, and I was stressed about a trillion other things. Plus I didn't study, at all. I'm hoping that this time I'll be better, especially since I'm super content with life right now and I'm actually studying.

I should count my blessings, though, since my professor gives partial credit and I'm basically relying on that to get me through the rest of this semester.

Which is only a month, in case you were wondering!

Katie reflects. Sort of. Can you reflect on stuff that hasn't happened?

This is my go-to thing to do when I'm exhausted but can't seem to quite get myself off the computer.

So we came home this weekend. I had a baby shower to go to today, and also my sister is moving down to Florida before I'll be back for Thanksgiving, so I had to say goodbye to her. It's going to be weird. This is going to be the first year she won't be here for the major holidays like that or Christmas. She'll be with her ~fiance. Which is cool, but scary. Because it means we're not the same little sisters that set up Barbie world in the living room and made them have ice skating competitions on the linoleum. She's getting married and I'm practically halfway through my college career and I'll soon be graduating and living in the city working as a nurse and will probably be getting married myself and will have baby showers thrown for me, and then I'm not a kid anymore. Heck, in three weeks I won't be a kid anymore. Technically. But nights like tonight when I'm at Stephanie's having dance parties to Willow Smith proves that we're not in danger of losing our kidness anytime soon.
It's just really scary to think about, you know?

But there's a lot to do before I get to my future baby showers. Like one, graduate, and two, find me a husband. Nbd.
Although, if you think about it, in eight or so years when it's our ten year high school reunion, I'll almost be 30. Which means all the good stuff in my life will be happening in the next eight years.
YIKES.

This is too much to think about before going to bed. I'm probably not going to fall asleep now.

Dear Emmanuel,

No it's really okay, I don't need to be a junior next fall. I don't need to graduate on time and save myself 42,000$.

So thank you so much for giving me the worst registration time ever on the day reserved for freshman. Much appreciated.

I have eight minutes until my official registration time and I'm missing one class. Oh also, Emmanuel, I really appreciate the fact that I will not be taking any classes pertaining to my major, since the only one without any pre-reqs is filled. COOL.

Also you know my problem with taking classes on Fridays, so let's see to it that we make my schedule work. I want a three day weekend every weekend, please okay thank you.

Love always,
Stephanie

I wrote that before I signed up for classes. Here is what I wrote after:

Dearest Emmanuel,
I officially love you.

Thank you so much for allowing me to take four classes all on Monday and Wednesday, plus an online class that meets occasionally on Tuesdays. You have officially made my dream of a four day weekend come true. Now I can get a part time job and save money, plus with my course load this year (biology, statistics, sociology, short fiction and information technology, in case you forgot) I'll need all that extra time to study.

LOVE ALWAYS AND FOREVS,
Stephanie

S.

I just feel like I need to write somewhere how much I love, love, love my friends.

I was talking to one of my friends, Mike (the one who used to be my neighbor... too many Mikes in my life...), and just venting and he called me because Facebook chat decided to stop working. We talked for a good 45 minutes and he made me feel so much better about everything in my life, saying the things I needed to hear and making me laugh and making me feel good about life.

Then I got back on Skype and another best friend of mine, Samantha, who I hadn't really spoken to in weeks ("Why do I feel like we had a falling out without actually fighting?!") and I ended up calling her and talking in the stairwell. We talked for another 45 minutes, and I told her everything I had needed to tell her and we compared notes and shared gossip like those old biddies you read about in books do.

Friends are the best. I don't know where I would be without them. I feel so loved right now... I had a great weekend with Katie, a great conversation with my mom, a great talk with Mike, a great gossip session with Samantha... life couldn't get any better at this moment.

I'm going to go listen to happy music and eventually go to bed. :)

Kt.

I really need to learn to manage my stress. That is just one thing I do not do well. I hate to say that I rely on pills to do it, but at this point, I don't feel like I have any other choices. I have an appointment for after Thanksgiving. Or rather, I'm on a wait list because "people always cancel after the holidays". Whatevs.

I feel like I had a brief week of not having exams and stuff, but that's most certainly gone now. But people seem to be keeping me in check when I start to freak out, which is good. I need that.

What I do need to do is start thinking about my birthday! It's in less than one month. I've started my Birthday/Christmas list sort of. So far I have a Camelback water bottle and boots. Dream big, huh? But maybe I'll just ask for money. Becauuuuuse:
Stephanie, Sarah, and I came to an epiphany. My sister will be living in Florida in December and we're going to go drive down to visit her, then go to Harry Potter land in Universal! It would be such a fun roadtrip.
Admission itself would be a little pricey, especially around when we're looking to go. But we can make it work!