Days of My Life

I just finished watching three episodes of "One Tree Hill." This past weekend, S and I decided to start (re)watching the show from season 1 (of eight so far, the ninth is currently running on television). I really thought I was going to restrain from watching anything at school, but then I realized today that I do not yet have anything absolutely urgent to complete (i.e. it isn't the night before a paper is due, unlike last night) and that watching it would probably get my mind off my stupid stomach cramps, so I thought, "Why not!" After the third episode, I wanted to watch another, but knew that if I did, I wouldn't be able to sleep, because great shows like this just further stimulate my mind. I think the only television that could undoubtedly put me to sleep might be NBA games... I tend to fall asleep by the beginning of the third quarter (why I stay awake during halftime, I do not know). In any case, I'm just blabbing. There's a creati...

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I was what my mother always called a "special child" because I have special dietary needs and special physical restrictions--I have type 1 diabetes. My mother attended preschool with me so that she could make sure I ate all the right foods--plain pancakes without syrup, cereal with exactly four ounces of milk, one hard-boiled egg--and essentially that nothing bad would happen to me. She sometimes even napped with the class during nap-time. I don't remember much from kindergarten, but starting from first grade, I was on my own for lunch. My mother could no longer be by my side for the entire day, every day. So, every day during lunch, I would go to the nurse's office to check my blood sugar and have the nurse give me insulin (since I had not yet learned to do it myself). Then, I would impatiently wait for my mother to arrive with my lunch. I don't remember what job she had at the time, but every day, she would stop doing whatever she was doing in the middle of the ...

I can't believe I didn't blog at all in December! So, so sad. Winter break is coming to an end. School resumes on Monday the 9th, and I cannot wait for summer break already. I'm glad we got four weeks this winter break, though. Otherwise, it would have ended last week, when I was still consistently sleeping at 3 in the morning. This post will just be an update on everything, as opposed to an explication of one of my philosophies or ideas. Last night, I finally signed up for this year's Shakespeare travel study program in England. The $300 non-refundable deposit basically guarantees that I will be attending unless some extenuating circumstance presents itself. Otherwise, this means I will have to start saving up like crazy, because there ain't no such thing as a free lunch, especially in good ol' England! Since freshman year (can't believe it was just last year), I have known that I wanted to participate in this program because I have heard so many great desc...

Last night, J and I slept at 5 a.m. because we talked from 3:15 to 4:30. Though we both were extremely sleepy, it was a nice talk that we hadn't had in a while because we both have been so busy with our own things. After about six hours of sleep, we woke up at 11. Half an hour later, we went to FEAST (what a pretentious name) for lunch, only to come back to sit around (and eat more), then go to the Westwood Library (which isn't as nice as I had hoped it would be) to pick up a book for my English 141 research paper. Lastly, we went to University Presbyterian Church for the "Woman and Man of God" conference. After two hours, we had (Thanksgiving) dinner there and came back. If it sounds like I didn't do anything academic today, it's true! At 11:30 p.m. we started watching "1408", which I whimsically borrowed from the Westwood Library. We actually finished that movie a while ago, but then I decided to watch one episode of "Gossip Girl" to calm...

It has been way too long since I last blogged. Talk about a hiatus! An unusually long one... Sadly, the fact that I haven't been writing for anything other than academics has begun to shine through my English papers. I'm so rusty with verbs, (written) puns, and even parallelism. Even worse, my T.A. pointed out not just one, but TWO, grammatical errors in my first paper, which I got a disheartening--but well-deserved--C+ on. We turned in our second paper last Wednesday, and should be getting the grades back this upcoming Friday. At least I got 37/40 on my English 141 midterm essay... That was comforting in that I wrote it in 30 or 40 minutes and seem to have done okay on it. Currently, I'm waiting for the last load of laundry to dry, then for dinner with all the cousins at the cousins-next-door's home because J is returning to Washington tomorrow (after a two-week break) to go to Afghanistan at the end of the month. When I think about it, I don't think I ever really ...

Apparently, I'm an emotional driver. I'm sure it started only recently, when I started to have to endure traffic on a regular basis and my sleeping hours diminished as working hours piled on. I thought I would be happy to have a job (or two), but I admit it: I'm miserable. It's been only one day of working two jobs at once, and two nights of thinking about quitting one, and I am an emotional wreck. And it doesn't help that the water turned off in the middle of my shower and that twice in one week I almost hit another car (neither time my fault)! And then, people stop at a red light on a two-lane road and don't signal left until the light turns green, leaving the non-turning driver behind to have to wait or go to the right lane--in which case waiting might still be required. Impatience most likely plays a huge role in this. I was doing so well with developing better patience, too! So I haven't written in about a month, and I haven't read (for pleasure) in...