Headaches

I've been suffering from some pretty severe migraines for the past, oh... week. It's been something akin to purgatory. But I didn't know they were migraines! I thought they were just some inexplicable headaches. That taking pain meds would cure me of it. That eating meals with lots of protein and vitamins would help too!

Lies.

My Dad was swift to identify them. And quick to inform me of what measures to take. I am to not eat:
Caffeine (not hard)
Cheese (Not too bad, either)
Chocolate (Um...)
Sugar (?!?!?)
This all makes me very sad! But I must bear it... I have sworn off milk until the headaches cease, because I feel it too closely related to cheese. And experience has shown that after I drink milk, my headache lasts and lasts-- depite taking the headache medicine.

I am suspicious of the headache medicine! It's excedrine. Does that not have caffeine? I thought it did... seems rather silly.

Pie

I want to make a pie. I don't make pie, though. I never have, actually. I don't know how. I want to learn. I want to find a recipe, and buy some fruit things (blackberries?) and make a delicious pie. Or maybe a raspberry pie. Or a chocolate pie. Either way, a pie! I want to make one! And then, give it to someone. I should make a tester first, though. Pie can turn out wrong, I hear. -._-.

I want them to have cute little patterny things on top. The weave pattern, or something. That'd be the awesome! :D

Huh what?

I've recently felt old fears creeping back into my mind. Social fears. Fear that springs up when I look into someone's face. I fear they wish I would go away. If I call, I'm afraid they don't want to talk to me. Same with IM. And emailing. And plain old talking. Afraid they wish me away and I can't take a hint. Heh. This is the fear that makes me act confident and loud-- if I act like everyone wants me, everyone will. Right?

I think my pain meds are getting to me. I feel shaky-- been feeling so all night. My chest feels shaky and my limbs feel quivery and heavy (like lead). I often need to rest them limply at my sides. And take deep breaths. Maybe I should eat something; I might be hungry.

More turns

Okay, so things have gotten better on the school front. I reapplied for that math course today and I was allowed to be wait listed, so I feel lucky! I was lucky that I got the classes I wanted at the times I wanted, even.

I've also been working on the year long schedule some more. Need to factor in Pre-calc classes. Some Chemistry or Physics too. Maybe I could retake my Geology course. I would enjoy that. I still have my book and notes. :) I'll definitely reconsider it!

I'll later post up my entire plan. When it's complete.

I'm waiting for a call back from a girl I know who worked as a receptionist for this Dentist I want to work under. She's going to give me advice. I hope this works for me... It would be perfect.

Life turns

Haaa... I'm tired. In a good way. I suppose?

*shrug*

Today I realized that I didn't know when I was supposed to register for my Fall courses. So, an hour and a half before a party, I popped on-line to check. And my heart plummeted. My registration date was July 25th!!!! I am almost a month late! Oh noes!!

So I ran around the house looking for my important papers file box. And then I tore that apart looking for the list of courses I still need for my GE. Found them, but I had to redo it. I only need 4 more! :D Whoa! I could, technically, get them all in this quarter. You know... if I wanted to die...

I quickly sorted through the courses online. Found the best teachers, the best days, the best times, organized for this quarter, signed up, and hurried to dinner.

Dinner was great. Cheesecake Factory is so very good. :) It was nice to be with my friends, to feel so wanted and pleasant. It was so nice. <3 I love my friends.

Got home around 10:15 and relaxed. I'm in the process of mapping out the remainder of my De Anza career. I can't finish tonight because the student login is down for the evening. I have to wait until tomorrow. I did my best for the evening. Fall is, obviously, mapped. I believe I know two courses which I will take in Winter, and know one for Spring. I need to figure out how to get my science classes in, too.

This quarter I'm taking Philosophy, Speech, and Astronomy. I was going to re-take that last math class (Trig) due to the horrendous grade I got, but for some reason the system would not allow me to take it again. I am going to assume it's because I'm trying to take it right away-- it just occurred to me that I might have signed up for it during Summer term. But I dropped all my Summer courses before it even started because I needed a break! So, I may have used up my chances to retake it! NO! I can't have screwed myself over already?!

I need to talk to a school counselor to figure out how to get around that. Maybe they'll allow me to take it again once they understand I needed Summer off.

=_= I feel stupid, oh so stupid. It's insipid how stupid I FEEL! I'm so stupid, I can hardly believe I'm real.

I'm going to map out my life some more...

In which I learn to longboard

Yes, I have learned the ways of a skater. I can longboard now. I can pump, get on, steer, and even wipe out. I have wiped out. I did a big one and got a fat bruise on my thigh. James had to carry me to the elevator. But I'm okay now, just a bruise-- it felt like it would have hurt more to walk on than it did. But I am ADDICTED to the longboard. I want one now.

Apologies

It's not that I don't write in my journal. Or blog. I do. Just, I do it at MySpace. I'll try to be better here. It's a little different though. I mean, MySpace is not only my blog place but also... hm. Something else, I'm sure. I keep going back. Probably for the bulletins.

But I'll be better!

See what I made today?


Pretty sweet.

Huh, all that stuff helped.

Scary stuff.

While out in Stevens Creek Canyon yesterday, helping my friend with a movie she had to film, one of the other actors started complaining about his arm feeling numb. And then he started shaking. No one else knew what to do, but I remembered some stuff out of my first-aid training in Young Women's. So we got him onto the trail and had him lay down and propped his legs up. He started to get really out of it, so I asked him questions for about 15 minutes. I made him drink water and splashed some on his arms and face. I'd sent a girl to run down the trail until she had a signal on her phone and then to call 9-1-1, and I guess she found a hiker on the way too because he came running up and helped me. The paramedics came, at last, and they helped him. By the time they arrived, he was pretty awake. But he couldn't really talk much.

But, he's okay now. It's all good. It was just really stressfull.

I'm an auntie...

I'm officially an Auntie. The baby has been born. He is flesh blood and air now. No more inside my sister. Entirely his own self. I have never felt so much love for one being before. Especially considering I haven't even seen him yet. Heh.

Bradley David Lyle.

I love him so much. I can hardly wait to be with him as he grows up.

Laura says he has her hair. Lots and lots of it. Heh. Cute. She also says he has Brock's mouth and chin. Heh heh. Good. Brock has a good chin and an EXCELLENT smile. Laura has gorgeous hair too. He has his grandpa's names, too. Bradley Lyle and David Thomas. What a lucky kid.

What a lucky woman I am.

Followed by a sheer coat of "awesome"

I like to think I'm awesome, from time to time. It makes me feel good about myself. Prevents the saddies from forming, yeah?

On occasion I get another person out there who supports my personal awesome. But I usually know those people. Which is totally cool. I love knowing people.

But it's such a trip when someone you don't know, but enjoy reading about about, builds on your "awesome theory." Such was the case just moments ago, as I poked my head into the blog which is by a dog named Tatanka-- a daily must read for me being that is is written by an adorable dog. I occasionally throw out a comment or two, but never expected them to be read, let alone the foundation of an actual entry!

See?

Is that not amazing? I felt amazing. Awesome and amazing.

When emoticons just don't cover it

How I usually feel...



How I feel today.



*snarl* I'm going to eat your face!

Gr... It has absolutely nothing to do with anything or anybody, my bad mood. It's just here. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. It'll fade in about 30 minutes or so. Yeah. Whoo... But right now I'm so in face eating mode.

There are actually a good number of good things going on around me. One, yesterday I got a letter from Brighton, my old place of work, sending me a thank you for helping them make the year the best year ever in Brighton history. What'd they do? They sent me a 50 dollar gift certificate! How nice! And I HAVE to use it before December 31st. It'd be cool to buy myself something guilt free of the loss of money.

In other news, I woke up way too early for someone who stayed up way too late doing homework. I have to leave at 12:30 and for some odd reason I got up at 9:30. Why? Cause I'm a crazy.

I have also decided that I simply adore heating blankets.

See? My bad mood is already dissipating. No-- wait.. Yeah, still grumping.

Blah biddy blah

Ho hum. I'm tuckered out.

I'm all signed up for my classes for next quarter.

Mondays:
9:30-10:20 Major British Writers
11:30-12:20 Geology Lecture
12:30-1:20 Classical Piano
3:30-6:10 Ceramics

Tuesdays:
9:30-10:20 Major British Writers
11:30-12:20 Geology Lecture

Wednesdays:
9:30-10:20 Major British Writers
11:30-12:20 Geology Lecture
12:30-1:20 Classical Piano
3:30-6:10 Ceramics

Thursdays:
9:30-10:20 Major British Writers
11:30-12:20 Geology Lecture
1:30-4:10 Geology Lab

Fridays:
12:30-1:20 Classical Piano

There. It'll be a good quarter. Busy busy. Piano, ceramics, geology (yay!), and literature. Oh boys!

I'm going to bed. Or something. Yeah. Probably not, actually. *shrug*

I am feeling the "blah." Not much is inspiring me to action. Mom and dad are still gone. I don't have anything due. Finals are next week. My knee is no fun. I dunno. Nothing inspires me to do things. I SHOULD be painting. But I don't want to. Blah. Blah!

Blah.

Tidily summed up

Punkins

I carved pumkins this evening. It was really fun. I carved a very big one, and a very little one. One carving is pretty and the other is a cutie patootie. I love them both lots. They are my friends.

Cute bubby face

This is a Claddagh. Look it up.

All lit up!

Lovely!

Aren't they just the best? They sit on my porch looking cute.

The key to this experience, for me, was my disregard for my hands cleanliness. Not only did I make pretty good pumpkins, I had a dang good time about it! No grumpy me! I was all smiles!

Le gasp!

I suppose it should be said that I have finally taken the SAT, I am relieved it is said and done, and I am glad to say I shall no longer be in need of the daily emails nor the study guide. Unless I should do horribly on it. Heaven forbid.

Honestly, that may very well be all I have to say. Other than that, life has been pretty regual and steady. Go to school most days, study each night. Do homework. Be social on the weekends. Attemtp to convince my parents to allow me to drive to visit my friends in Stockton for a weekend. The usual.

On the other hand, never have I in the 19 years of my life, have I been asked out so regularly as I was the past week. 3 in one week. Shocking! And I only said yes to one. And, truly, this gives my father rights to complimenting me. For a while.

Now, on to the studying!

A suddenly, I are tired

Because of all the things I have to do in my life, I have to change some things in my life.

I'm already getting better sleeping patterns down. So far, I get up at 7 everyday (Saturday and Sunday this weekend, not so much). Which means I attempt to get to bed earlier. Slowly getting better. *sweet*

But, I need to reduce my time spent watching TV. I often feel "tired" and decide to, rather than reading or even napping, to watch TV. I should be reading to rest. Not just watching TV just for the fun of it. I plan on watching it with my family when the shows are on, and/or on the weekend. Some shows I want to watch but not alone or it's depressing (Battlestar, mostly).

Yeah. For me, just less Tv and more working on things.

Macaroni

My tooth is hurting so badly. It's incredible, actually. I can't eat hot or cold things. not even abelry cold, or warm. It all has to be luek warm. Super fun, eh? But even when there isn't any food, it's a constant dull pain. I need to get my other tooth crowned so I can get THIS root canal done. T__T It hurts mas mucho.

My Mythology class got a new class room asignment. ADMIN 102. I have no idea where that is. On the map, the only thing I could find is currently under construction and, somehow, I highly doubt they'll put us there. I'm going to have heaps of fun finding it. Eh?

I added my skills class today too. Very exciting.

And Laura came over and we talked and watched a movie. And ate. We like to eat.

I'm starving. Macaroni sounds delicious of now.

I promised my I'd never be in an occupation I didn't love

Okay, so today I was listening to the radio (a rare occurence, but my Dad likes it) and Sean Hannity was chewing out some loser for whining about how he can't afford a house because he is doing the job of his choice. He didn't want to get a second job because he thought he wouldn't have any time to be with his family. Sean ripped him a new one on how unamerican that was. It's a long story.

But it made me think on how I'm sitting around complaining on how my classes are requiring so much work. *Whine* And how stupid I sound because I didn't really know how much time this would take. So I did the math!

7 days in the week, each day with 24 hours; that's 168 hours in a week. If I sleep 8 hours a day, that gives me 112 hours of consciousness in the week. I spend 14 hours a week physically in a classroom, and 4 hours doing church related business. Thence, I have 94 hours to fill.

Now, each class requires some odd hours of work per hour of class. With that math scheme, I have approximately 28 hours of studying/homework to do each week. That reduces my 94 to 66. I need to study for the SAT, which should total out to 12 hours a week (roughly 2 hours a day). And so, all that laid out...

I have 55 hours of free, conscious time a week. I have no idea why I am complaining. No idea at all. ^__^ 55 hours to read, write, draw, nap, play games, watch TV, and be social!!!

I've also roughed out timely sketches of each day for me.

Mondays/Wednesdays: In school for 2 hours, study for 4.5 hours, SAT for 2 hours, leaving me 7.5 hours of fun.

Tuesdays/Thursdays: In school for 6 hours, study for 4.5 hours, SAT for 2 hours, leaving me 3.5 hours of fun. On tuesday I have institute though.

Fridays/Saturdays: I study for 4.5 hours, SAT for 2 hours, leaving me 9.5 hours of fun.

Sundays: I'm at church for 4 hours (get there early, leave a bit late), I can study for 4.5 hours, SAT for 2, leaving me 7.5 hours.

It's probably a bit off, but it gives me comfort to know I have so much free time still. ^_^ I just need to manage my time accordingly. Sleeping earlier, waking earlier.

Tonight, I am going to Kay's to watch the Relief Society Broadcast with the female portion of the ward. Of course, that's after we eat lemon chicken and various other deliciously, home made chinese dishes.

We descend

Last night was wretched. I tried to walk around upstairs and the pain in my stomach escalated to such an extreme point, I collapsed onto the ground. I pulled my self into as tight of a fetal position as I could and lay there for a while. My mom came up and heled me get to my bed. I rested for a long long time before I could change. Then I had to rest some more. Haley called and we talked. I miss her. Then I was sick again. I finally got to bed.

This morning, I felt a lot better, but I didn't want to risk upsetting my stomach again. So I had a small cup of jello for breakfast and 3 fl. ounces of ginger ale. I went to Tai Chi, but only to make sure she didn't drop me. Then I came back to the institute and saw Jon! So, for old times sake, and because I was feeling up to it, we played a quick game of pool. I didn't feel sick, so good for me. But I came home anyway.

I'm sipping my ginger ale. I will probably go watch some TV. Then I'll cut some fabric out so I can sew tonight. Oh! And call Jolene.

Super fun, super fun

Okay, the nausea has not subsidded in the least. It has only gotten worse, if anything. I can hardly move for fear that I will throw up. I haven't eaten much. Some crackers. A hamburger. Some little doughnettes. A few other things. But almost seconds after I ate a thing, I felt ill. I drank a bottle of pepsi, but it ran out quickly; and when I wasn't physically sipping it, I felt ill. I can't stand up. Or move as I sit.

I get motion sickness if I move an inch.

And, oh joy, tomorrow is Tai Chi.

I'm going to beg for a drink and go lay down. Maybe my sister will come sit with me.

Oh. And last night I was asked a question. It made me think. Now I'm questioning myself...