The most regrettable thing just happened.
There was a silverfish climbing on my ceiling and I went to smoosh it with my umbrella and instead it fell from the ceiling and into the tangle of sheets on my bed.
After a solid twenty minutes of inspecting my sheets and re-making my bed, I still haven't found it.
I'm worried he's hiding in my carpet plotting his revenge while I sleep...

Oh, break is finally turning around.  Aside from the fact that I have yet to be able to sleep a full night, I'm feeling good.  I have a bit of congestion and I still can't hear out of one ear, but my throat issue is completely gone and the dizziness is gone and the best part : MY PINK EYE IS GONE.

I wore contacts today for the first time in almost two weeks.  Joy.  

Also, my Grandma came in from Michigan today which is always great.  We're watching Tangled right now with Heather.  Lucia also took Heather and I shopping today and bought us a bunch of new clothes which is aways super fun.  I got some amazing new work out clothes that I tried out at the gym today and I'm in love!  Hopefully it'll make me feel more inclined to go (not likely).

Tomorrow is my cousin Susannah's daughter's (Victoria) baptism so we are getting up bright and early (6:30) to venture out to NYC for that.   I'm excited because it's fun to go out and do stuff, but kind of nervous because with any family adventure, there's always more than enough room for mishaps and drama.

But either way, there will be stories to tell.

Also, it's weird that it's summer break.  I think that I think of school and home as two different worlds.  It's like life when I'm home and life at school are completely unrelated, different worlds.  Also I don't think I'm really comprehending the fact that I'm working this summer.

I'm starting to think that I'm really going to hate it.

It's going to be seven hours a day outside in the heat and bugs sweating my butt off.  Why did I think that would be fun?

I'm really hoping that I'm just being pessimistic and that there's a bunch of redeeming factors that I haven't considered yet.

At least I have all these cute summer clothes.  

Focusing on the positives.

So I woke up this morning and almost fell down the stairs because I was so dizzy.  And after four hours of sitting on the couch unable to move without the world spinning, i texted my mom.  Not that she would have been able to fix me, but there's something about moms that makes you feel a little better.
So my mom comes home and I start freaking out because the room wouldn't stop spinning and I couldn't take it anymore.
So I cave and go to the doctor.
The diagnosis: Double ear infection and secondary infection of the sinuses.
Sweet.
So Im now drugged and the good (fantastic) news is that I should be feeling like a normal healthy human in like two days- a concept that I thought would never become a reality.
And then I babysat tonight and made some extra money while watching disney channel and playing board games.  It was a great night.  Also Lucia brought me like four fluffy pillows about twenty minutes ago so that my sleeping experience will be splendid (or at least possible) tonight.
Things are looking up, friends.

So I can't sleep.  It's now three am, and I've been trying to sleep since eleven.  I've read, watched movies, stared at the ceiling, just laid there in my bed and nothing had worked.  You know why?  The plague.

My ears are killing me, I most definitely have at least one ear infection.  And because I'm congested I have to breathe through my mouth which hurts my throat and tickles it at the same time so I can't stop coughing.  And thus, I cannot sleep.

So I'm watching The Switch.  And this child just kills me every time.  Oh my goodness I have literally never seen a child so precious.  His character is this incredibly odd child, full of neuroticism and weird quirks and I just love him cause he's so innocent and precious and all he wants is a dad to love him and it just kills me.

This is how I'm starting off my day.  Watching this romcom and gushing over it.  

So cute.  The photos do not do it justice.  I didn't have high hopes for this movie going into it but it's actually a good one.  Check it out.

Hopefully I'll be able to sleep sometime in the next six hours...

Midnight in Paris is such a good movie.  I highly recommend it.
Anywho, tis the end of day four in Jersey, and day eight of the plague.
Today was pretty fun though.  It was Stephanie's birthday, so we went mini golfing and got some water ice!
We also found out that we are embarrassingly bad at mini golf, which makes it all the more fun.  Then in true Steph/Sarah fashion, we blasted Taylor Swift on the way back and drove around the neighborhood until our favorite songs were done.
It was nice, and tomorrow I will be having a movie day with Steph and babysitting.
Babysitting.  The root of the plague.
But since I'm not contagious and dirt poor, I might as well do it.
As for now, I'm going to finish Midnight in Paris.

Day three of Jersey and I want out.  I want out of here, but I don't want to go to back to school.  It's this terrible feeling of wanting to go home, but I don't really feel like I have a home.  So I'm just stuck I guess.
Also my throat still freakin hurts.
So annoying.
Well since I have nothing to say but complaints, I'm gonna cut the post here.

Oh, my life.
I am back in New Jersey, after a truly painful ten hour drive home.  The good news is that since being home I have slept pretty well, which we all know was much needed.  The bad news is that my sickness persists.  I feel good, like I'm not sluggish or woozy or anything, but my throat still hurts a lot and my nose is giving me trouble and I still have pink eye.  And let me tell you, it's quite difficult to be cute and summery in my thick black glasses.  And for this I am frustrated.
I would love to be back to my normal, healthy self in two or three days so I can go to the beach and have picnics with Steph and do summer things.
Oh, and the coughing.  I just remembered how freaking annoying the coughing is as I sit here hacking up a lung.  It starts at night before bed so that I can't fall asleep.  It's great.  And by great I mean it's freaking awful.
Anywho, I'm going to go to bed as tomorrow is the 'taste of Evesham'.  It's when all the local restaurants set up vendors on main street and put out food and wine samples.  People can buy a wrist band for like ten bucks which gives them access to all the samples that are available, and my dad really loves it, mostly because he thinks he's a certified food critic.  It's probably going to be super painful, but homie really wants to go and even though he won't say it, I know he really wants me to go too.
So I'm going to get some sleep and hope that this sickness is on its way out!
I would really love to wear my contacts and hear out of both ears again.
Oh, the luxuries of life...

You know those sicknesses when you feel super crappy, but then get better for a day, and then go back down to crappy?  Those are the worst, and that is my life.
There isn't enough medicine in the world to fix me, so lucky for me, I just have to wait it out.
In the mean time I'm chugging vitamin water and crying at how badly it hurts my sore throat.
Poor Tibbs, she's not even finished finals yet and she still has to hear me complain about my imminent doom.
Also, sleep.
I so so so miss sleeping.  The last three days have been this hazy half-awake/half-asleep nights and usually around six or seven am my body quits all together and I'm awake for good.  I've even popped benadryl to knock me out and that doesn't even work.  Everything sucks, I'm miserable, and I'm so pissed that I can't enjoy my last two days on campus.
So there you go, a moody and possibly annoying rant about my current state.

So it's over, and it nearly killed me.

I came down with a virus Sunday night and am still getting over it.  I had a fever and all sorts of weird things were happening.  Last night, for example, I was in a totally different world.  Almost exactly six hours after I took ibuprofen to get my fever down, I woke up in a panic because I thought something really bad was going to happen to me and that this guy was going to kill me because he thought I did something I didn't do.  Six hours later, around 8am Kesha texts me really confused about something I said that night.  So I check my phone and it looks like I texted Kesha in my sleep, panicking about my imminent doom.  So weird.  I also woke up again around 4:30 am and got some clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower for some reason.  And then I realized it was bedtime, so I went back to sleep.

Fevers.  Weird stuff.

But my finals are now over, and I have three days till I'll be home, which may end up being the longest three days of my life.  I just hope I get over this freaking sickness soon so that I can enjoy my two weeks home.

Ugh.  I'm going to now continue packing since I have nothing better to do with my life!

Finals Week is Making My Brain Melt

Being that life has been so unusually odd in the last few days, I feel a blog update is necessary.
I have spent the last two full days studying for finals.  As in, from when I wake up (or get back from church) to very late.  Studying.  I'm not big on studying (not that anyone is), and I have never really felt the finals heat before this semester.  It's just weird, I've been locked in the dungeon for two days staring at text books and making flash cards.  And by dungeon, I mean the basement of a dorm next to mine where there are classrooms.  Also, I didn't get to bed last night till four in the morning which I literally think was a first in my life, and then I woke up five and a half hours later for church.  Oddly enough, I didn't feel the least bit tired all day until about five pm when I was sitting in the dungeon trying to finish my perspectives project.  So I caved and got coffee.  Coffee.  It felt so wrong, but it was necessary.  For a while anyways, I kind of accidentally just fell asleep on my textbook for a half hour.  Also, I dropped a really heavy (like, upwards of fifty pounds heavy) desk chair on my foot like an hour ago so that's starting to look pretty purple.
But the good news is (are you ready for it!?)  I FINISHED MY PERSPECTIVES PROJECT!  I also made flashcards for all of the vocab words I need to memorize for spanish, and I've glanced at my spanish essay.  So all I have for tomorrow is to re-write my essay and learn/memorize two months of astronomy.  Also, it's freezing in here.  I was originally really pumped about that fact because it was so hot outside but now that I'm sitting here on the floor in a skirt and sweater, I'm shivering.  But I know that as soon as I leave and get to my room I will be in pajamas and in bed so fast that my brain won't have any time to protest and my night of studying will be gone.
Also, it's kind of cracking me up watching other people study.  One of Kesha's friends is in the classroom with me studying and he's eating a loaf of bread.  That's his study snack.  And the other night we found him eating a jar of peanut butter with a spoon.  It's just silly, people eat the weirdest things during finals because you just want to grab something and make it last for the hours you're sitting at a desk trying to absorb information that you won't remember a week later.
I can't believe that it was just this morning that I went to church.  I feel like I've been here for days.
But tomorrow will be great because I feel really good about the spanish test and my project is done so all I really have to worry about is Astronomy (duh duh duh), and let me tell you, that test is going to give me a run for my money...
But I wish you luck, to those of you who are in the middle of finals madness.
Two more days, and it'll be all over.
Oh, the joy.

Oh my nose!  I was gushing about a cute boy to Kesha yesterday and forgot that I was wearing glasses and threw myself onto my bed, crushing my glasses into my nose.  And oh, the pain.  I'm really happy that I don't have a giant bruise on my nose, it just looks pink.  I'm praying that I won't have to sneeze at all today.  Ugh, boys are so destructive to my life.
Anywho, this is my last chill chapel time of the year!  Tis the last day of classes, and I start finals on Friday.  Thankfully, I'll be totally finished by this time next week.
Also also also I just got out jury duty for next weeeeeek!!!!  Not that it makes much of a difference to my life as Lucia and Stephanie are still coming to get me next friday.  I'm staying a few extra days so we can all celebrate Kesha's birthday (the 17th).
Unfortunately I already have it in my head that I'm done, and have yet to begin studying.  But I only have two finals and really only one that I have to intensely study for (you guessed it-astronomy).  SO I think I'm in good shape, once I finish these two projects that I've been working on.
Also Tibbs and I stayed up faaaaaar too late PT-ing.  Waking up this morning was so hard, and I'm dreaming about naptime come 2pm.
Six days till I'm done, ten till I'm home.

So here we are, my last peaceful Sunday night.  I'm sitting here in the suite with Tibbs and Laura as usual, so I figured I'd recap on the lovely weekend I just had.
Friday evening Laura and I went to the Sweaty Tooth show, which is our improv comedy group on campus.  It was hysterical, as always.  And then saturday I went to the Gordon Women's Lacrosse Championship game at Endicott (our rivals).  It was pretty entertaining to see some of the players smacking their sticks on the ground and screaming when they disagreed with the refs.  Unfortunately we lost, and it was a bummer because the captain is a senior and she got flagged during the second half and had to sit out the rest of the game.  But I heard that they broke a bunch of records this season and got further than usual, so that's exciting.
And then last night Laura and I decided to go to the beach with Kelly and Kelly's friend (whose name escapes me) to see the super moon and the meteor shower.  It was wicked foggy but we still saw a bunch.  Despite the fact that it was freeeezing, it was nice to go out and do something random.

And then this morning Kesha and I were joined by Chuck and two of his friends to church.  Now a top feature of my car that my mom brings up all the time is how spacious it is, despite being a small car.  We couldn't help but laugh because these boys who were all over six feet were all shoved in the back of my car, and it has never felt so small.

Kesh and I also probably embarrassed ourselves because we were so excited that we got to meet one of the boys that Chuck brought because he was one of the winners of Golden Goose.  Both of the boys are really nice, despite the one's celebrity status on campus.

Then the five of us went out to lunch and I came back and Kesh and I watched Phantom of the Opera and (as usual) took a nap during.  Also Tibbs' made a delicious peanut butter chocolate cake, so that was a nice feature of the night.  I also decided to cover Laura with my scarf and decorate her which was funny at first then turned to really creepy and then back to funny.

So yes, a successful weekend.  Now if only I could start on this homework...

Tom.  My heart explodes for this boy.  I fell in love with him when I was eleven years old and to this day words can't express how much I care about him.
To outsiders, it looks like I have this huge crush on him, but those who know us understand that we have a crazy relationship past the point of attraction or any of that nonsense.  We are the most genuine kind of friends, and I don't think I'll ever have a friendship as meaningful as this one.  He makes me say mushy stuff like this.
But really, he's an incredible man.  I finally got a chance to call him and catch up, and we talked for the longest time about the many memories we've shared over the past nine years.
Sometimes I just need to say how much I love him.

I can't remember the last time I was this angry.
So in place of a final, I have a group project to pitch to my professor during the final exam period.  So I was put in a group with three boys and a girl and we decided to do a fiction short film piece.  We picked one of the boys' ideas and started developing it except every time I offered some input, this one boy shot it down and gave one of his ideas, which of course were always accepted because that's the polite thing to do.  The whole class period was being run between the girl and the nasty boy; he would give an idea and she would be like yeah that's great and put it into the story and I hated all of it.  But at the same time I know it's not just my project so I tried not to disagree with all of the ideas but literally I gave at least ten ideas/suggestions and they were all shot down and it was so incredibly discouraging.  And the boy was just so convinced that his insight was genius and everything I came up with was crap.  And the other two boys just sat there and didn't say anything when this guy is like stomping all over me.  I wasn't expecting them to pick a fight with him, but come on guys back me up.
It's just so incredibly frustrating because there are things that I know will not work with this story and things that I really think would make it better, but no one will listen to me and the boy is undermining everything I say so I just come across as stupid and incompetent.
So basically I just want to start screaming/punch that freaking kid's face.
And I realize this may seem like I'm just being really dramatic and freaking out about nothing, but this project is really important to me.  I take this class seriously, because this is what I want to do with my life. So to do my best to contribute and be a part of this project and be continuously shut down and have every input rejected is more than personal, and I'm not just going to step aside and let it happen.