Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Longest Three Days Ev-er.

Oh, my goodness, it has been for-ever since my last post, and I am unbelievably sorry! Obviously I suck at my continuous promises to keep up with commenting and regular blog posts. I feel like my life is just in a complete and total whirlwind though this semester, and I'm just thrown into it all, barely treading water as more and more is piled on.

Student teaching is brutal. Fun and rewarding, but all of a sudden I feel like I'm 100% a grown up. My closet, which once hung a mix of preppy and boho inspired clothing is now filled with black blazers and pencil skirts (most with the tags still on, I am new to this after all!). My collection of boots and Blahniks? Replaced by comfy flats that I'm able to wear all day without complaining about aching feet. My days of waking up at 11 a.m., taking a long, hot shower, and then spending 45 minutes perfecting my hair? Replaced by stumbling out of bed at 6 a.m., careful to be silent so I don't disturb my roommate, and then taking a fast shower, blow- drying haphazardly, then rushing to put on the clothes I have already laid out the night before.

I love my class - they're absolutely adorable. But, these 22 fourth graders are talkers! They could probably talk from the time the day starts all the way up til their buses come, and not have any problem with it. It takes my co-op (cooperating teacher) all the classroom management in the world to get these chatty Cathies to settle down and focus on their work. But they're sweet kids - one actually wrote the teacher a paper about moi, and emailed it to the teacher (this was not an assignment), in which she explained how "nice" I am and how she can tell I am "a really nice and fun person." It's seriously a page long, and is currently hanging on my fridge. So sweet!

As sweet as these kiddos are, I am exhausted by the end of the day! Chris Christie (Jersey's new governor, who is not only 100% opposed to gay rights/marriage, but also thinks that teachers are overpaid and overcompensated with benefits....yes, really), should spend one week in a classroom as a student teacher (or substitute if he's really brave!), and then be allowed to form an opinion on education.

I literally get home at 4:30, and am absolutely wiped - and by the time I get back from dinner, it's around 6ish, which means that in four hours (at most), I'm ready to call it a night. I cannot tell you where those hours disappear to, but something always comes up and just eats them away, prolonging me from visiting all your fabulous blogs. Redundant as I'll sound, I DO miss you guys terribly, and wonder what you're all up to!

Then, on MLK Jr. Day this past Monday, when my plan was to stay in bed for as long as possible, watch hours of Friends with my roommate, and blog and catch up with you all, things took an unexpected turn.

I guess working with all the kids caught up with me, since I woke up throughout the night feeling 100% nauseous (which at the time, I attributed to playing "catch up" with my birth control, and taking two pills the night before). Upon waking up and still feeling unbelievably sick, I knew it had to be something more. So for the entire miserable day, I spent a good amount of time running back and forth to the bathroom (I'll spare you the lovely details).

J was really sweet - texting throughout the day to see how I was feeling, though I don't think he really knew just how sick I felt, even though I pleaded with him to come over and kill me.

Now, the rest of the details are completely unknown to me - the last thing I remember (from looking through my phone), was that J texted me at 5:22 p.m. asking if I wanted to head to dinner with him, or if I wouldn't be able to make it. I replied back saying that there was just no way that was happening.

After that, I have absolutely no memory of what happened.

Through roommates, J, and my phone, I found out that at around 6:25 (an hour later), J called me, and we had a conversation that lasted 45 seconds. Apparently after that, I also called home, but no one picked up there. J was worried after our conversation, so he came over to the apartment, and found me in my bed, shivering from being cold, barely coherent, and telling him that my head hurt really bad.

After he turned on the light to examine my head, he saw I had a huge gash under my left eye, a cut above the same eye, my lip was cut and fat (again, on the left side), my nose bruised, and bruising all along the left side of my face. When he asked me how that happened, I had absolutely no idea. It was at that point, when he ran into the living room, told my roommates what happened and that he needed to take me to the hospital.

When they came in to get me dressed while J was warming up the car, I was completelyyy incoherent. Apparently I asked numerous times what day it was, and if I was dreaming. I also didn't even remember how to walk, so I had to be carried by my two roommates, and my roommate's fiance up to J's car.

When we got to the hospital (the only part I remember is laying my head down in R's lap during the ride), I got sick again outside of the hospital (poor R had to hold a bag =/ ), and the next thing I can remember is laying down in a "pod" in the emergency room, waiting for nurses to come in.

Once they hooked me up to the IV, I have full memory of everything after, including them standing me up to take my blood pressure, and having it drop 25 levels after 1 second of standing. It was prettyyy scary, and I could see it in the faces of all my friends just how concerned they were.

We were in the ER for hours - nurses kept popping in and out, including one really bitchy one who after she went through a questionnaire and found out I had a history of eating disorders, decided right then and there that I was obviously in the hospital due to something relating to that. So she became a real sweetheart after that to me, and stopped listening to the pleas of my friends insisting I was fine, and was so kind to all of us, up until the doctor came in to whisk me away for a CAT scan.

So, long story short... the hospital stay that was supposed to only last one night until I was hydrated, turned into my doctor asking me six times if I had taken illegal drugs or drank excessive amounts of alcohol; then scheduling me for an MRI and EEG, which wasn't going to be able to happen until the NEXT day, which meant another night in the uncomfortable bed with people constantly walking in to draw more and more blood (if the doctor didn't think I did heroin before, the millions of needle marks in my arms should convince him). Everything turned up fine, my doctor came back in today and lectured me about eating disorders and how I have a "low BMI that contributed to my dehydration," and informed me I need to now consume 2,800 calories a day to make up for my weight and have a "normal BMI."

So now, I type this laying on the couch in my apartment, watching Friends (the one when Ross has sex with the girl from the copy place when he and Rachel are on a still kills me!), and missing you all so much. My eye has a massive gash underneath it, reminiscent of a very large mole, my mouth is still sore, and I'm unbelievably weak, but I'm home and so grateful for it.

It's strange that being in a hospital was comparable to torture for me - I think I really need to reexamine, especially because of the earthquake in Haiti, and all those who are really suffering. In the midst of me growing up and having more adult responsibilities, maybe prioritizing about what I'm thankful for, and the fact that even with a heinous gash on my face, at least I have my home and my family. All those in Haiti are in my thoughts and prayers. If you haven't donated yet, you can do so through the Red Cross (where my bff R is interning in public relations!).

Hopefully this disaster will have a silver lining and the world can band together in love. Hello, I was raised by hippies... there's always a little hope (and cheesiness).

Love you all! What have you been up to?!

P.S., If you're not already, follow me on Twitter! I'm slowly getting more sucked in =)

Currently: Obeying doctor's orders and eating 2,600 calories in a day. Crab wontons and steamed dumplings? Oh, yes.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

I Believe...

One of my blogger BFF's, the lovely New England Girl, wrote a post where she mentioned all things that she really believes in - things that mean something to her. I absolutely loved and felt so inspired by her post, so, as I told her I was going to, I'm going to make my own list of things that I believe in - I hope you will all make YOUR own list too! =)

-I believe that everyone is beautiful in their own way, and that everyone has something to offer.


-I believe in yoga, and that it is good for the body and the soul.

-I believe in finding inspiration from everything and everyone, and by looking back on things that inspire you on days that suck, to put things in perspective.

-I believe in wearing cardigans...especially with belts.

-I believe in Macs. (my favorite setup while I'm blogging - my computer, obviously, and sparkling water!).


-I believe that people should do good not for the recognition of their actions, but because they are really, truly passionate about what they're doing and are in it for something much deeper than acknowledgment.

-I believe in learning about new cultures and religions that are different from my own. I believe that having information outside of my own small world makes me more understanding to others.

-I believe in reading fashion magazines while eating fattening food (especially ice cream!).


-I believe in peace instead of war; in doing good to those who wrong you. I believe this makes more of a difference than fighting.

-I believe in God, but I do not believe in forcing my beliefs upon others who feel differently.

-I believe that every woman should read Pride and Prejudice at least once in their lives, and strive to find their own Mr. Darcy.


-I believe in champagne truffles. At any occasion.

-I believe in not going to bed angry, and trying to resolve all issues so that you can wake up each day optimistic about how it will go, instead of being upset about something that happened the day before.

-I believe in wearing beautiful lingerie, even if you're sleeping alone, just to feel sexy, even if it's just for yourself.


-I believe in acknowledging the little things you love about someone.

-I believe that everyone should befriend someone that is different from them - different views on politics, different religions, different races, different sexual orientation... I feel that if everyone in the world did this, there would be so much more love and understanding.

-I believe in eating breakfast foods at any other time of the day besides breakfast time. And, I believe that chocolate chip pancakes can cure any bad mood.


-I believe in saying "I love you" to the people you care about, every single day.

-I believe in taking pictures - lots of them, so that when you're older, you can show your kids or grandkids how fabulous you looked in those sparkly Louboutin heels with your skinny legs.

-I believe in annual family vacations.

-I believe in shoes - lots of them, in every color.

-I believe that Boy Meets World was possibly one of the best TV shows created, ever.

-I believe in hard work, and doing things honestly. I don't believe in cutting corners, or taking the easy way out, no matter how appealing it may seem. I also don't believe in hurting others in order to get ahead.

-I believe that Magnolia Bakery cupcakes are the best in the world, and cannot be beat.

-I believe in the power of positive female role models for women - like Audrey Hepburn, Oprah, or Jackie O.


-I believe in good manners. "Please" and "thank you" go a longgg way.

-I believe in being kind to everyone, no matter what their position is. I believe that everyone is equal, so there is no reason to be nasty or rude to someone who lives differently than you.

-I believe at smiling at strangers - you never know how something as simple as that can really make someone's day.


-I believe in the healing power of sangria.

-I believe that words are extremely powerful. I believe in using words for good, and not to tear someone else down.

-I believe in photography, and that a photograph can touch a lot of people in many different ways.


-I believe in doing our part to help the earth, even in small ways like carrying a reusable water bottle, or turning off lights when you leave a room.

-I believe in the power of The Hangover to cure a bad mood.

-I believe that women should respect themselves - not that they shouldn't be sexy and fabulous, but that they shouldn't sleep around just to feel like they're worth something!


-I believe in standing up for others, when you know something isn't right and no one else is doing anything to stop it.

-I believe that a simple act of kindness carries so much weight. And I also believe that you may never know that the simplest of your actions meant the world to someone - even something teeny tiny.

-I believe in love, and that love has no age, shape, color.



What do you believe in?

Currently listening to: It Just Is - Rilo Kiley

Saturday, January 2, 2010

A Very Overdue Christmas Update...And I Miss You All!

Hellooo, from the worst blogger in the history of the world.
I have absolutely no excuse - I miss you all, and I promise, promise, my New Years resolution is to be more on top of blogging...I promise you though, I think of you all often (and mention you to J often - even though I still haven't showed him my blog!).

So, in case anyone was just on pins and needles waiting for surprise for J was a very long and complicated story, that resulted in us breaking up. Just kidding! (We celebrated 8 months yesterday, yayy!).

He had originally told me to get to his house as early as possible...which then changed to "by 4:30,"...which was pushed back to "don't come over until I text you and say it's okay." My mind was blank. 100% blank. I had no idea what this nut was planning to do - all I could think was that he had waited until the last possible minute, and couldn't get a reservation at the restaurant he wanted. Or that he forgot to buy a gift, and was rushing out to the mall to pick something out. I was wrong on all counts.
I arrived at his house at 6:30 (after being harassed by my parents the entire time with the fun questions, "When are you leaving?"..."What is he doing for you?"..."What are your guesses?" ..."I don't know" was the appropriate response for each question).
As I stepped out of my car (which is fixed, PTL!), he popped out of the front door, informing me that was the way I should walk into his house (usually I walk around to the side, which is how everyone goes in...the front door usually goes unused), and I walked into J's version of an Italian restaurant. He had spent the whole day cooking my favorites - really yummy bruschetta; tomato, basil and mozzarella; garlic bread; salad with goat cheese; and penne with vodka sauce! He had red wine already poured, pulled my seat out for was per-fecttt!


And if that wasn't enough, he also bought me one of those journey diamond necklaces...except this one looks like a little heart with the diamonds going around one of the edges. Seriously, the prettiest thing I have ever seen, and so thoughtful and sweet. A+ job, J! I don't know if anything could top it!

Not the besttt picture of me obviously, but you can kinddd of make out the necklace at least! =)

Such a cutie.

And then, right when I thought it was all over, he surprised me with homemade red velvet cupcakes and delicious Mochi, which is one of my favorite desserts EVER! If you've never had it, you can buy it in Trader Joe's in a million flavors (I like mango best), and they're ice cream balls covered in is DELICIOUS!


Then Christmas came and went so quickly! We had Christmas with my dad's side of the family a week before Christmas, which made it seem like the celebration was going on for the entire week.

Cute bow, dad.

Obviously if you were to see my brother and I, and our two cousins together you would think we were related ;) And yes, my brother wore that sweatshirt the entire day. (Plus, I think his hair makes my point that Jersey Shore can just appeal to all!...Gross).

I had absolutely no idea what to ask anyone to get me for Christmas - I really have everything that I want, and even though I need things like pots and pans and bedding, I didn't really want to open up a nice big box of pans for my apartment (which inevitably will be burned by my roommate who has scorched every pot we have...and she's the one getting married in June!).

I ended up with some fun stuff though... my mom bought me some nice Le Creuset pans, which I haven't used yet, but I'm loving the fun, bright colors! My mom absolutely SWEARS by these, and said I should start my collection soon. Like I said, I really didn't get too much else... a really pretty yoga mat (it's gray with pink flowers on it), a medicine ball (I actually asked for this haha), these really cute Badgley Mischka blue sequined flats, clothes for student teaching (which really makes me feel like an adult), TONS of OPI nail polish in really fun colors, jewelry, and a pair of those new Reebok sneakers that are supposed to tone your legs...we'll see how that works out, haha.

One really fun thing I got for Christmas (and a great reason for having a blog!) is that I was contacted by a company selling different furniture and home accessories, asking if I wanted to try out one of their products and write a review! So, in the spirit of the holidays, and my borderline alcoholic family (just kidding, sorry mom and dad!), I selected this cocktail shaker.
Let me tell you - this little stainless steel shaker is absolutely brilliant. It blends drinks perfectly - even my grandfather, who always takes his martinis stirred, not shaken, complimented me on my fabulous skills. I hope my parents realize that now that I have this, they have thrown $38,000 a year down the drain on my college tuition, because now all I want to do is make fun drinks for everyone!

As for now, the tree is down, the decorations are in boxes waiting to be brought back up to the attic, though there is the soft light of the Christmas lights flickering into my window from the lights outside, so I feel like the holidays aren't completely over yet =)

I hope all of you had lovely holidays...I'm looking forward to catching up on blogs, and getting better at posting/commenting!

How did you all spend the holiday - and New Years Eve?! I can't WAIT to hear all about it! xox

P.S. I finally got a Twitter...I'm still getting used to it, but if you want to follow me, you can here.

Currently listening to: The Bravery - Slow Poison