Bah

Hi there, random gushing nosebleed. Man, you used to stop by all the time when I was younger, but I hadn’t seen you in a while! I thought maybe you had forgotten about me. But no, you decided to stop by again – lovely. I would have preferred that you didn’t wake me up at 5:30 am so I had to dart to the bathroom, but I know you’re just unpredictable like that. At least I figured out you were coming before you decided to splatter yourself all over my pillow. And it’s better than those times you drop in when I’m in class, or better yet, during an exam.

Grumble.

Damn you, fragile nasal capillaries in changing weather! My mom got this a lot when she was young too. I just can’t wait until I reproduce and my children are running around spurting blood out of their noses too. Joy.

It’s the end of the world as we know it

My dad just called me up. Apparently our cell phone plan owed him money, and instead of going through the pain of getting rebates and crap mailed to him six weeks from now, he remembered how I mentioned being able to check email from my phone would be cool, so he added mobile internet to my cell phone plan. Now not only can I check my email, but I can check facebook, google things, wikipedia things, update my blog whenever a random thought pops in my head…

Aaaannddd all productivity for this summer has been significantly decreased. Good for you guys, though!

Just be happy I have a qwerty keyboard on my phone. If I ever do make a random phone post, it won’t be in 1337 speak or full of typos.

It's the end of the world as we know it

My dad just called me up. Apparently our cell phone plan owed him money, and instead of going through the pain of getting rebates and crap mailed to him six weeks from now, he remembered how I mentioned being able to check email from my phone would be cool, so he added mobile internet to my cell phone plan. Now not only can I check my email, but I can check facebook, google things, wikipedia things, update my blog whenever a random thought pops in my head…

Aaaannddd all productivity for this summer has been significantly decreased. Good for you guys, though!

Just be happy I have a qwerty keyboard on my phone. If I ever do make a random phone post, it won’t be in 1337 speak or full of typos.

Exercise :(

So today I went with a couple of friends to the gym. Ohhhhh boy. To give you some perspective, the last time I jogged/ran/did any sort of real physical activity was in my high school freshman gym class six years ago. Well, I played golf competitively through high school, but walking for 5 hours with a heavy bag on your back is only good for so much. It kept my weight down but I was still a weakling.

So, yeah. Today was a little rough. I’m going to predict that I’m going to be very sad when I try to get out of bed tomorrow morning and all I can do is roll onto the floor. My 15 minute walk to lab will be fun. Of course, this is exactly why I need to exercise – because I’m hideously out of shape and I’ve gained about 10 pounds in the last year. I know I’m still within the normal weight range for my height, and I by no means look fat, but there’s this little nagging voice in my head saying “If you don’t get in shape now it’s all downhill from here.” My friend promises me he’ll make a regimen for me that will avoid my boobs. Because really, I’ll be sad if the first thing to go are my D cups instead of my…well, anything else, really.

Hmmm, now that I think of it, my weight gain is perfectly correlated with a decline in sex, and the 3 pounds I’ve lost in the last month are…well, you understand. I guess what I really need is some sexercising. I think that’s a work out regimen we can all agree on.

Gah

Intelligent blog posts will be on hiatus until my brain recovers from tonight’s season finale of House. As a Huddy shipper, let me summarize my current thoughts: ARRARHRJHEJBGHBEBLBEBAABRHR!!!!!11!!!1one!!!

Feel free to have spoiler filled discussion in the comments if you watched tonight.

I’m officially getting old

In high school my sleeping schedule was that of a stereotypical teenager – if I could (like in the summer), I’d be perfectly happy going to bed at 4 am and waking up at 1 pm every day. Coming to college I shifted more from 1 am to 10 pm, mainly because I had early classes and a summer job doing research, so no sleeping in. I’ve always needed at least 9 to 10 hours of sleep to be functional, I think because I just tend to sleep so horribly that I’m not getting restful sleep for a good chunk of the time.

However, I think I’m finally getting old. The past couple months I’ve found it physically impossible to sleep past 8:30 am, no matter how exhausted I am, when I went to bed, or if it’s a weekend. I used to be able to sleep through blaring music, bright lights, and loud roommates, but now the second a ray of light slips through my blinds, I’m up. But the scary thing is that I actually feel well rested. Maybe I’m just finally starting to sleep through the night (a skill acquired by most as toddlers, but apparently not by me). I don’t know what to do with myself this early in the morning. I mean, I don’t even have breakfast food in my apartment – I usually just eat lunch first!

Oh well, as long as I don’t get rid of my elaborate dreams, I’ll be okay. Last night I dreamt that I took in two cute kittens as pets and named them Watson and Crick. I sooo wish that I could have a pet in my apartment. That will be a mental health requirement once I leave for grad school.

I'm officially getting old

In high school my sleeping schedule was that of a stereotypical teenager – if I could (like in the summer), I’d be perfectly happy going to bed at 4 am and waking up at 1 pm every day. Coming to college I shifted more from 1 am to 10 pm, mainly because I had early classes and a summer job doing research, so no sleeping in. I’ve always needed at least 9 to 10 hours of sleep to be functional, I think because I just tend to sleep so horribly that I’m not getting restful sleep for a good chunk of the time.

However, I think I’m finally getting old. The past couple months I’ve found it physically impossible to sleep past 8:30 am, no matter how exhausted I am, when I went to bed, or if it’s a weekend. I used to be able to sleep through blaring music, bright lights, and loud roommates, but now the second a ray of light slips through my blinds, I’m up. But the scary thing is that I actually feel well rested. Maybe I’m just finally starting to sleep through the night (a skill acquired by most as toddlers, but apparently not by me). I don’t know what to do with myself this early in the morning. I mean, I don’t even have breakfast food in my apartment – I usually just eat lunch first!

Oh well, as long as I don’t get rid of my elaborate dreams, I’ll be okay. Last night I dreamt that I took in two cute kittens as pets and named them Watson and Crick. I sooo wish that I could have a pet in my apartment. That will be a mental health requirement once I leave for grad school.

Hmm…

I woke up this morning with a blotch of black ink on my bedsheets and smeared all over my legs. Either I accidentally left a pen in my bed, or I’m slowly evolving ink squirting powers. I’m going to go with the latter.

Limiting reagents

You know you’ve reached an extreme level of laziness when you work using the idea of limiting reagents. I’ll put something off as long as possible until I’ve run out of some substance that is just too important to do without. For example:

Laundry:
Limiting Reagent: Panties. Girls can’t really get away with wearing underwear more than a day. Ew. Laundry day!

Dishes:
Limiting Reagent: Whatever you don’t have a disposable version of.
Don’t have any plates left? No problem, you have paper plates! Out of paper plates? If your food isn’t too messy, paper towels will do! I find that cups tend to be the most common limiting reagent, since I usually don’t have plastic cups sitting around, and I’m not to the level where I’ll drink milk out of the bottle.

Food:
Limiting Reagent: Money
Money? Yes, there is no such thing as a food limiting reagent. Even if your cupboards are bare, you can always order something or go out. That is, until, you realize it would be cheaper to get off your lazy ass and just go grocery shopping.

That being said, it’s time for a Walmart run. Not because of any of these things, though…but because I have fallen victim to the Limiting Reagant that trumps all Limiting Reagents: tampons. Curses! Oh well, I was almost out of toilet paper too anyway, and I’m not going to start substituting stuff for that…eww.

Welcome to my home, under a rock

Oi. It’s probably a bad thing that I hadn’t even hear of the whole “swine flu” thing until I read xkcd this morning. “Wtf is swine flu?” I asked, but had to run to class. And then the blogosphere exploded about it.

Yeaaahh, I admit it, I’m a bad college student sometimes. I was much more up on current events when I was in high school, because we’d watch the news at dinner. Now I kind of live in my little bubble. At least I know I’ll eventually find out important things through my blogs, albeit a little late. Hopefully there’s never a 24 hour evacuation notice for West Lafayette, or I’m doomed.