The cold weather gave me a COLD!

For the past week I have been fights a cold. All of my colds go through the same steps

1. Morning Sore Throat
2. Afternoon Congestion
3. The Cough

Of course by the time I'm coughing my other symptoms are gone so I guess that makes it a little better but not really. This cough is horrible it keeps me up at night and is extremely embarrassing in the library! And as much as I complain about being sick it wasn't too bad because it did give me a excuse to sleep 10-13 hours a night and watch an entire season of Sex and the City in a day a half. Today though I decided I'm over the cold. I went to the gym but more importantly I washed my sheets which clearly means I'm healthy and can enter the real world again.

Still having bad dreams

I woke up last night at 5:30 wide awake and coughing up a storm but the good news was that I hadn't woken up due to a bad dream. Two and a half hours later though l woke up in tears well not literally but physically I felt like I had been crying for hours.

Recap of last nights dream (please bare with me it is a dream and doesn't really make sense): I was going to a regatta, big regatta. For some reason I was in charge of my boyfriend's entire life, well not really but for a kid who can pack everything he owns into his car his snowboard bag is his life. So there I was with all my crap for a regatta and a HUGE bag that was bigger than me filled with his snowboard shit. For some odd reason we took a ferry to this regatta (remember this is a dream.) When we landed we piled everyones luggage on the dock and started to move it into the house but when I went back for his bag it was GONE! I thought someone had brought it in for me so I was searching through the entire house. Because it was a dream the house was HUGE four maybe even five stories and I was frantically running up and down stairs searching under beds and even through the garage and no luck. We all came to the conclusion that it fallen INTO THE OCEAN! And was gone forever. So then I had to tell him... In tears I had to break the news that it was gone and it was my fault and I felt horrible.

As I rolled out of bed I wanted to wipe my eyes but of course I hadn't really been crying but I still felt awful! Thank goodness it was only a dream, nothing a cup of tea and a piece of toast couldn't fix.

Dreams

I've never been one to remember my dreams. I normally wake up refreshed, with a clear head and craving some form of food. Normally ice cream after a nap and eggs or toast in the mornings. But for the past two days I haven't woken up craving anything because I've been too distracted by my incredibly disturbing dreams. I've been in houses that are continually changing and slowly dividing up all the members of my family. I've been chased by sharks that end up eating all the kids I'm coaching (a lot of blood in the water it was really bad.) This was clearly a dream because a. I don't like to get wet b. I don't swim with the kids, EVER! Also I've had dreams of blacking out while walking and instead of hitting the floor I continually fall through space.

I think I'm dreaming because I'm not sleeping as hard as I normally do because I'm not as tired. This theory will be tested today, I'm not napping and I'm taking a nice long trip to the gym. Wish me luck!

More Time, More Work

While I thought this whole lack of sailing thing would give me tons of free time to enjoy myself it has definitely not. I spent my entire weekend studying for a midterm I had on Tuesday and preparing to hand in a midterm on Monday. Thank goodness I had a friend in town to get me out of my dorm room and into the city on Monday afternoon. We took a trip to Bodega AKA Boston's Hip-Hop palace! The store front is mini store 24 (for people in the south it's like a 711 but way sketchier!) It has everything you could imagine from toilet paper to random magazines. However as you walk by the Snapple machine the entire front of the machine slides to the side and you enter into an upscale retail store. This place carries all of the latest Nike Dunks, hoodies, t-shirts and of course hats! The clothes were cool and all but for me the store concept was the best part. What a genius idea! It served the upper end of the community with the fashion and the lower end with household goods. Plus they had a permanent crew, 10 guys who were just there because it was a cool place to hang out. Here's a write up if you want to check it out.

Homecoming at Dartmouth

After quitting I did the only thing I could think to do... leave BC and head north to see friends. I had completely forgotten that this was their Homecoming weekend but seeing the halfway constructed bonfire in the middle of the green I knew it was going to be a good time to visit. Thursday ended up being a typical night in the Psi U basement however they have gotten a new pledge class which is always exciting! Seeing Matty and Ben 'all dressed up' was just adorable!

After a quick trip to the hospital on Friday morning (yes my eye issues are back and in full force) I spent the afternoon sailing in the rain with the Dartmouth team and it was blast. Somehow I forgot that sailing should be fun even if it's raining, you're eye is swollen and watery, you're tell tails are wet and you're not winning every race. It made me realize that I had picked the wrong college sailing program... it wasn't so much me but the program I was part.

Friday night was the big campus bonfire which is just one more thing I can check off the list of things to do at other schools. It was still raining a bit but the ridiculously dressed and naked freshman running around the bonfire was definitely a good distraction. I found this video of last years bonfire which is exactly like this years except their were more umbrellas and this video of the bonfire falling. All and all a great way to spend the end of my week.

So I'm not sailing anymore

For the past 3 and a half years I've sailed 3-6 days a week. I've fought a constant battle with my coach who doesn't give two shits about me or my goals on the team. I've sailed in the rain and the snow and have lost hours of my life bobbed around Dorchester Bay. Last Wednesday I had had enough. I met with Greg and before it was out of my mouth he said 'ok' and simple sent me on my way. I wish I could say he fought for me to stay on the team like he has for other members or that he was upset at my final conclusion but he did and he wasn't. As I walked out of his door his finally words were 'You're a good crew, Sorry it didn't work out.' Well funny thing Mr. Wilkinson if you had wanted it to work out it would have...

I had dreamed of this day since sophomore year and it wasn't like the hundreds of times I'd imagined it. I didn't leave his office ecstatically happy or with the feeling of total freedom but instead I cried. I cried for the entire afternoon. Quitting means I won't be an All-American or win a college national championship, I won't even be all NEISA... these goals are gone and I have complete failed at accomplishing them.

Clutter

I woke up this morning overwhelmed by clutter. Clutter of all levels, everything from emotional to physical. I'm probably just stressed about my first test of senior year, ekkk, which will begin in less than an hour or it could be the simi dirty room I've been living in for the past few days. Either way I was forced to clear out my entire inbox. Something about gmail looking so clean and neat has made my morning.

Ice Cream

My love for ice cream comes and goes. Yesterday it hit me in the middle of practice. I needed ice cream, no I didn't want ice cream I NEEDED IT for survival! I dropped my gear bag and ran (yes literally ran) to the ice cream shop down the street because we all know I can't keep the stuff in my apt. Due to a minimum credit card limit I was forced to not only get a scoop of coffee heath with Reese's cups but a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough as well. My thought when I made the purchase was great... next time I'm about to die from my ice cream withdrawals I'll have a scoop out of my cute little pint. I should have known how wrong I was about this. I'm the girl who ate an entire cheesecake in one day. I didn't grab a spoon and dig in when I woke up this morning which was a big step because I do love ice cream with my breakfast. Instead I spooned out a few bites here and there all day. My thought is that all that walking back and forth from the freezer had to have burned off some of those calories. Either way it was delicious and now thank goodness... it is gone!

Plus One

I have never been asked to be a ‘Plus One’ but I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to go like this…

Him: you are going to Spain for the new year right?

Me: I'll be back before new years, I'm just in Spain for Christmas

Him: mm, it’s my Aunt’s Wedding
…you are welcome to come, not sure how weird it would be though

Does that really count as an ‘invite?’ It sounded more like a dare to me. I understand meeting families can always be a bit dicey. Of all people, I understand this. Hell, half of my family hasn’t learned how to chew with their mouth closed (you can pick your friends but you can’t pick your family.)

To make this sound like even less of an invitation there was no real date given other than ‘new years,’ making me question if his invitation to said wedding even includes a plus one behind it. Either way it is months away but new years in New Orleans doesn’t sound too bad.

'Hey Work-Out Barbie' - A. Nagle

Due to my classes, work load and sailing practice it makes scheduling time to work out a bit of a challenge at times. I find myself either waking up early or squeezing it in between classes. My inability to allocate enough time for tasks has me always running late and while I plan to shower and get dressed during breaks or before classes it just hasn't seemed to happen for the past well... 6 days.

Normally living in nylon and spandex wouldn't bother me but every Tuesday and Thursday I pass by a Graduate finance class with boys... men I guess you could call them dressed to the nines. Perfectly tailored suits with designer shoes and watches, gorgeous watches. As I pass their congregation outside of their classroom I feel disgusting. I can normally still feel the sweat rolling down my back as their eyes avoid me to glance to their watches to be sure not to be late for their next meeting.

I'm trapped in a world of Nike nylon running shorts and regatta tshirts! And when I finally find time to shower and change I grab a 'vintage' pair of Jesuit gym shorts and a clean regatta tshirt. I just can't get away from work out clothes! I'm dying for a night in the city when I can pull on a pair of jeans, a top and shoes that don't lace up.