Apocalypse now?

As if preparing for the end of the semester weren’t enough, I now have to worry about going all Dorothy and getting swept away by tornadoes.

Not cool.

I’m not from an area that frequently gets tornadoes and severe storms (in fact, a storm that was called severe where I’m from seems like a drizzle compared to storms that I’ve experienced since moving. Again, not cool).

All this morning I was getting “beware of the severe weather” and “stay inside if possible” emails. Okay university. You want me to stay inside yet classes are not cancelled. Yet another reason why I fear that I may be swept up by a tornado or knocked out by hail.

Give me snowstorms any day, but tornadoes scare the bejesus out of me. I’ve been watching the weather radar every 10 minutes and wearing my rain jacket 24/7. Am I from New England? Why yes, yes I am.



…I set my alarm for an hour early.

What does that mean?

Well, hopefully it means that I am going to get up and drag myself to the gym rather than hit snooze.

I enjoyed my weeks off , and I truly think I needed them, but now the stress and pudge is piling on and I’m ready to get back to my old running self. In fact, I need to get back to my old running self. I feel off kilter and have a strange amount of free time without it. Free time that I’m not quite sure how to fill. I don’t like that.

I think that slipping on my running shoes will remind me that even when I want to tear my hair out because moving away from the boy and getting to know a new city, at least I have running.

So tomorrow morning, I am running. I don’t care if it’s 3 or 5 miles. As long as I put in the miles, that is all that matters.

How you know it’s the end of the semester

I was planning on doing another Friday Love List but, let’s face it, all I love right now are my pajamas, Grey’s Anatomy, iced coffee (or any sort of caffeine really), and the fact that the boy puts up with my strangeness. I’ve loved these things for the past month or so.

Needless to say, my Love Lists were becoming redundant and will probably remain so until the semester ends.

Which is, amazingly, next week.

That doesn’t count study days or finals but honestly, I think the semester ends the second I need to stop trudging to class and enduring 12 hour days. I even kind of slightly enjoy study days/finals because all I am really required to do is study and show up for my exams.

Maybe I’m just a masochist.

You know it’s the end of the semester when…

– you forget what day it is and miss a class due to this

– you eat potato chips at 10:30 in the morning and pretend that this is a healthy decision

– you’d give yourself a caffeine IV drip if that were at all possible

– your class notes become less and less detailed and your handwriting becomes messier and messier

– a day off means catching up on TV instead of studying

– you start not caring about your grades

– you clean your apartment and paint your toenails on separate days because you don’t have the motivation to do both at once

Random motivation

This morning I basically hopped out of bed.


The words “hopped” and “out of bed” have not appeared adjacent to each in months.

To make matters even crazier, I hopped out of bed and cleaned. 

I still have a billion loads of laundry to do, dishes to wash, and vacuuming to do…but at least I picked up all of the dirty dishes and empty Zevia cans off of my coffee table. Now it looked like my apartment is owned by a student rather than a soda can and newspaper crossword page hoarder.

But not only did I clean today, I showered and headed to Panera to work on my research paper presentation. For most people “showered” and “headed to [blank] to work” are normal, every day occurences. They were for me too, until I got hit with the Tiredness That Would Not Let Go.

So, basically, I feel like a rock-star today (and no, not the energy drink…all I drank was a vat of iced tea this morning). All because I didn’t need to roll off my bed, wade through clutter, and choose between showering and studying. Go me!

I guess that’s a step in the right direction?

(I have a feeling all of this motivation comes from the fact that I have NO CLASSES tomorrow! My body is sooo looking forward to the rest, but my brain is probably like, “Oh crap, what am I supposed to do now? Must be productive…”)

Three Things Thursday

I missed my Tuesday confessional (again), so I’ve temporarily re-located it to Thursday. Because I like lists where I get to state all of the weird things I’ve done during the week.

1. Last night was the first night I cooked a “real” dinner at my apartment in months. Real dinner being shells and three-cheese pasta sauce. But this is progress considering I’d gotten really hooked on frozen foods. And for the past week, I’d been so busy that I somehow convinced myself that potato chips were a good dinner.

2. I was proud of my dinner success. And then late night studying happened, which meant that pizza got ordered. And when you’re tired and someone hands you greasy pizza, nothing tastes better. I need to get my lifestyle back. in. check. But it’s hard to order an entire study group *not* to order pizza.

3. Part of me wishes I had classes this summer. I know that is a ridiculous thought, especially since I’m currently procrastinating working on my research paper presentation, but I’ve been a student for so long that I’m not quite sure how I’m going to spend my free time yet.

If you could have a summer off, how would you spend it? 

Almost there

I officially have 6 days left in the semester. I’m not a religious person, but I have never been more thankful for Good Friday because Good Friday means waking up without an alarm, cleaning up my atrociously messy apartment, and doing something other than sit in front of my computer typing papers/trudging across campus to class.

So, so, so thankful.

Especially since I’ve finished all of my required observation hours for the semester and therefore have no more charts or questionnaires or paperwork to fill out.

I may, dare I say it, even start running again.


But I mean, let’s face it, I’m going to have basically a month of nothingness come May…running is going to have to start again because I can’t spend *all* my time at the bookstore or on the couch (I mean, I could, but how lame would that be?).

Aside from all of the sleepiness and general apathy towards all things school related, I feel good. Because I have an apartment lined up, because I got into #1 program, because the boy and I are about to celebrate our anniversary.

Now I just need to start running again.

What I do in my spare time, part 1

Lately, this so-called running blog has been more of a non-running blog. I haven’t laced up my running shoes in nearly two weeks. I could say that I had good intentions to do so but, if I’m being completely honest with myself, I haven’t.

I’ve been plumb tuckered out. Copious amounts of iced tea and iced coffee seem to help until about 5 pm, at which time I feel like if I don’t lay down I’m going to just fall asleep standing up.

My free time, what little I have of it, has become dominated by low-impact activities: reading, watching Netflix, doing crossword puzzles. I did battle traffic to get to a Border’s that was going out of sale…to buy a neuroanatomy book…

I’m like an 80-something woman trapped in a 20-somethings body.

Return of the iced coffee

This picture really says it all:

{From A Cartoon Guide to Becoming a Doctor}

I was out of town this weekend apartment searching for my big move. I found an apartment that happens to come with an awesome roommate and her fiancé (who loves to cook and is handy…perfect to have around, in my opinion).

But, knowing that I had an exam this morning, I was responsible and headed back home at a decent hour. Only to realize that my Internet was out. And I was exhausted. So instead of studying for this morning’s exam like I was supposed to/intended to, I fell asleep on the couch, visited the boy, and ate Domino’s pizza in my pajamas at 10:30 pm before finally passing out.

Of course, I wouldn’t change anything about how my life is shaping up. The downside of it, however, is that I am constantly exhausted and have very little free time at the moment.

But, when said exam is over, I will come back…with a real update…

Friday love list: Health edition

Lately I’ve noticed quite a contradiction in my life: I spent most of my days learning how to heal people and help people get healthier yet I find myself eating potato chips for dinner because I have a research paper to write or getting McDonald’s on the way home because I was just too tired after a day in the clinic to even think about cooking anything.

So basically, I learn how to make other people healthy yet I don’t apply that knowledge to myself.

Not cool.

Thankfully I’ve managed to retain some shreds of my former healthy self.

It’s Friday, and I’m in love with:

Iced coffee with 1% organic milk. I’ll spare the awful details right now but I never drink conventional milk if I can help it.

8 hours of sleep. Anything less and I become an overly caffeinated, mood swinging mess.

Talking and cuddling with the boy after a rough day. Communication is therapeutic.

Taking Grey’s Anatomy breaks. I’m a pure over-achiever but I always call it quits by 6:30 pm for some well-earned time with Dr. McDreamy.

Greek salads. My diet has left very much to desire lately so thank goodness for Greek salads.

The fact that I love what I’m doing. If I didn’t truly believe in what I am working towards, I would never be able to make it through the day…let alone write 3 research papers on different topics, back to back. I am so lucky that I had every single opportunity I needed growing up to get me to where I am now and that I found something that I am truly passionate about. Not everyone can say they truly love their job.

Maybe it’s just because I’m a “newbie” and am not yet jaded/beaten down by the system, but I’m hoping that I never lose my drive and love for helping others.

What are you truly passionate about? 

{Belated} Tuesday Confessional

Okay, okay. I know it’s Wednesday. But my brain has been going a million miles an hour and I didn’t realize that I forgot to do my Tuesday confessional until 11 pm last night and I’ve only just gotten enough downtime to write a blog post.

My life is currently both busy and awesome.

1. Janae is my role model. Go tell her how awesome she is!

2. If someone had told me a month ago that I’d be moving to a new city, attending my number school choice, and potentially living with a roommate I’d have sent them to get a CT scan. I’m still in awe of how quickly and unpredictably my life changed.

3. I’m finally starting to come to terms with moving, though. I know the boy and I will be fine, I know I’ll love my new apartment (wherever that may be), and I know everything will work out

4. I am only considering apartments with a washer and a dryer. I feel like that is weird…

5. Since I’ve gotten into #1 program (what I will refer to it as from now on), I’ve felt smarter. It’s not like getting accepted raised my IQ and obviously my super brain skills are what got me accepted in the first place…but I just feel smarter. Again, weird…

6. I haven’t run in 1 1/2 weeks. I guess that is what 20 page research papers will do to a girl.

Happy Hump Day!