Tonight was secret santa with my friends from home! It was a lot of fun, we made way too much food (and also consumed way too much), opened presents, ate more food, and then sat around and did nothing (which is what we do best). I had my friend Jaime and I got her a Wall-E thingy that you build which she loved, and some cello music (because I know Jaime and Sarah through orchestra in high school and I played in the orchestra with Natasha in middle school and Kate and I played in the same orchestra together from basically birth until high school graduation). Kate had me and she got me a nerf crossbow (to add to my collection mwahaha) and play-dough, because she knows that when I am taking final exams I would much rather just be playing with playdough, and she loves me dearly and I love her for it.
Natasha and Rob had to point out the fact that people from Connecticut have an accent (WHICH WE TOTALLY DO NOT! you can't fool me), at which point in time I dropped a delicious cookie that Molly made right out of my mouth in shock and horror. Hilarity ensued.
My doctor is concerned that I have high blood pressure. But honestly, maybe my blood pressure is a little higher than usual because it's now been six days since I've been home and I am already ready to go back, finals were stressful as all hell this semester, and only two minutes before we pulled into the doctor's office parking lot she and I were having a rather stress inducing conversation about Hillary coming to CT to spend some time with me over the break. I wanted to be like "sir ma'am sir ma'am, I lead a stressful life. Get back to me in a week when I have seen the mouse and I am all in my happy place." So that's that, I have to go back when I get back from Sunny Florida and get my bloodpressure taken. I'm nineteen, I'm active, I'm always doing something (except when I'm home), I eat healthy, I exercise every day. And I'm nine fucking teen. Gosh maybe something is wrong with me. I don't feel like I am super stressed out all the time, but maybe I am, and I just don't want to admit it to myself. Well whatever, it is what it is. I've felt myself slowly developing a Type A personality over the years. I just need to chill.
So the madre and I talked about Hillary coming to visit when we get back from Florida. Well, basically the conversation went something like this:
Car silence
Me: "So... do you want to hear about my life, or are you happy with things the way they are?"
Madre: "What do you mean?"
Me: "I mean, do you want to hear about my 'romantic life'?"
Madre: "I figured if you wanted me to know, you'd tell me."
Me: "Oh. I figured if you wanted to know, you'd ask. So do you want me to tell you about the girl I'm seeing?"
Madre: "Well I assumed it was your friend Alycia"
At which point I would have spit anything out if I had been eating or drinking, but luckily I was not so it just came out in a series of cackles and wheezes
Me: "Oh my gosh no, I'm dating Hillary."
Madre: "Oh... so what do I call her? What's the politically correct term?"
Me: "Girlfriend is fine. She wants to come down when we get back from Disney, is that alright? And she wants me to go spend some time with her up in Massachusetts."
Madre: "Oh that's fine, she can come here and you can go there. I guess.. I don't know I'm just confused. Where will you two sleep? I had to sleep in a separate room from your father whenever he spent the night at my house or I spent the night at his parents' house."
Me: "That's up to you, but ma, honestly, I'm not planning on marrying her. I'm nineteen."
Madre: "Ohhhh... right."
It was kind of an hilarious conversation for me, but at the same time nerve wracking because she and I don't talk about things like that. And it was good for the two of us to just talk, freely. And now she knows, and I am very relieved, and I am also very happy that I'll be getting to spend some time with Hill when I get back from Disney. The madre still thinks this is a phase and that "no one would want to date a nineteen year old boy" (which I completely agree with, but that's besides the point), but she is okay with it. And she promised me that she will be there if and when I get a broken heart, no matter who breaks my heart. And I LOVE HER SO MUCH for that.
This is turning out to be a fabulous Christmas!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Looking For Suggestions
So everyone is giving me suggestions about what to do about my insane life, and I feel like they all kind of have their own motivations in what they suggest.
MY predicament is that I am signed up for five classes next semester, not including instrumental ensemble (which I decided I can't give up on instrumental because I have a vested interest in that class and I can't live without music). My classes are: Statistics, Research Methods, Child and Adolescent Psychopathology, Medieval Vision (religion and English) and Changing Familes (sociology). I only need to take four courses to be a full time student and to become a junior, and I don't need to take any more psych courses this semester. I have to take statistics and research methods, but the rest are electives.
I also play lacrosse in the spring, and pre-season should start just around the same time that we get back to school. Once February rolls around it will be lacrosse, school, sleep maybe, and nothing else. I'll be lucky if I even get to see any of my friends outside of team awesome.
So I know that something has to go. That something cannot be Hillary, it cannot be lacrosse, it almost definitely cannot be instrumental, and it cannot be Research Methods or Statistics. As a double major, I should be taking Medieval Vision as my English course.
So should I drop Psychopathology, or Changing Families? I know both professors and they are both happy that I'm taking their course. I am not very fond of the professor who is teaching psychopathology, but she likes me and I do well in her classes. I have never had a course with the professor who is teaching changing families, but we've been emailing (because I didn't take the pre-req for the class and I wanted premission to skip the pre-req, which I got) and she is a very nice person, we've met once and she told one of my best friends that she's looking forward to having the two of us in class together. If I don't drop one of the classes, I'll look into taking one or both of them as pass fail.
My problem is I overextend myself, and I think I can handle more than I really can. I can handle a great deal, it's just a matter of my becoming a huge stressed out monster or being a normal human being with a normal work load.
Lacrosse will be good, it's such a stress reliever and I love my team and I love playing. But it's hard to enjoy the feel of the grass beneath your cleats or the way the ball whips into the net or the tension of your fingers around the cold metal when you know you should be studying for three test the next day, or writing ten page papers. Gosh, I love life and I love living and I love being alive, but it's so difficult to remain in love with life when you are being pulled in so many opposing directions.
MY predicament is that I am signed up for five classes next semester, not including instrumental ensemble (which I decided I can't give up on instrumental because I have a vested interest in that class and I can't live without music). My classes are: Statistics, Research Methods, Child and Adolescent Psychopathology, Medieval Vision (religion and English) and Changing Familes (sociology). I only need to take four courses to be a full time student and to become a junior, and I don't need to take any more psych courses this semester. I have to take statistics and research methods, but the rest are electives.
I also play lacrosse in the spring, and pre-season should start just around the same time that we get back to school. Once February rolls around it will be lacrosse, school, sleep maybe, and nothing else. I'll be lucky if I even get to see any of my friends outside of team awesome.
So I know that something has to go. That something cannot be Hillary, it cannot be lacrosse, it almost definitely cannot be instrumental, and it cannot be Research Methods or Statistics. As a double major, I should be taking Medieval Vision as my English course.
So should I drop Psychopathology, or Changing Families? I know both professors and they are both happy that I'm taking their course. I am not very fond of the professor who is teaching psychopathology, but she likes me and I do well in her classes. I have never had a course with the professor who is teaching changing families, but we've been emailing (because I didn't take the pre-req for the class and I wanted premission to skip the pre-req, which I got) and she is a very nice person, we've met once and she told one of my best friends that she's looking forward to having the two of us in class together. If I don't drop one of the classes, I'll look into taking one or both of them as pass fail.
My problem is I overextend myself, and I think I can handle more than I really can. I can handle a great deal, it's just a matter of my becoming a huge stressed out monster or being a normal human being with a normal work load.
Lacrosse will be good, it's such a stress reliever and I love my team and I love playing. But it's hard to enjoy the feel of the grass beneath your cleats or the way the ball whips into the net or the tension of your fingers around the cold metal when you know you should be studying for three test the next day, or writing ten page papers. Gosh, I love life and I love living and I love being alive, but it's so difficult to remain in love with life when you are being pulled in so many opposing directions.
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