I've decided to combine two different things this evening.
One of these is a lie. Try to figure out which one.
1. I enjoy Jim Carrey's version of "I Am The Walrus" immensely.
2. I hate reality shows with a passion.
3. Sometimes I wish I had the motivation to do something with my hair and makeup on a daily basis.
4. I find most Linfield students intolerable.
5. My favorite beverages are water, grogg, hot chocolate, coffee, and regular Coke, in that order.
6. I have never been to any other country.
7. I used to use the term, "subcutaneous prepatellar bursa" as an insult, then decided it was childish.
8. My favorite animal is still a dolphin.
9. I hope someday to learn to surf.
10. I would love to be an intern at either Black Mesa Research Facility or Aperture Science.
11. I consider "Manos: Hands of Fate" to be tied with "Monster A-Go-Go" and "Twilight" to be the worst movies I've ever seen.
12. The 5 most-played songs on my iPod are:
"One Toke Over The Line" - Brewer and Shipley
"Ghosts N Stuff" - deadmau5
"Little Bribes" - Death Cab for Cutie
"Beautiful, Dirty, Rich" - Lady Gaga
"Ich Tu Dir Weh" - Rammstein
13. As showed in #12, I have a very diverse taste in music.
14. I met my closest friends through Christian ropes summer camp, math class, and Smosh videos.
15. I met my boyfriend on Facebook and rarely spend a day without seeing him.
16. I love cats.
17. I also love dogs.
18. My family didn't own a video game system until I was old enough to find them boring.
19. Sushi is my favorite food. Unagi (eel) specifically.
20. I will eat nearly anything if it involves seafood.
21. I can play piano, flute, and bass guitar, and will attempt to play any instrument you give me.
22. I lose the game occasionally.
23. Things on my desk - a peacock feather, a lava lamp, a pirate rubber ducky, a toy VW bus, two iPod docks and a subwoofer, the Labyrinth soundtrack, and the Black Keys' "Chulahoma."
24. I'm regularly in a state of hunger.
25. I enjoy watching South Park, Family Guy, Fruits Basket, and Futurama, no matter how many times I've re-watched the episodes previously.
~Marina
Monday, November 29
Dizzy.
So, I've had a very short list of episodes where I have lost conciousness, or gotten close to it.
Once during kickboxing day in aerobics.
Once right before first period started, in the middle of the hallway.
Once when I cut my index finger to the bone with a serrated knife (I'm sure Mom remembers that, she caught me before I hit the floor. Go supermom!)
There have been other times, but there has never been a time when I was completely alone, until today.
These episodes are caused by, presumably, low blood sugar combined with other factors like intense stress, sudden overall temperature change, or intense physical activity.
It starts the same way every time. I feel weak and slightly nauseous. It seems that all my energy starts draining rapidly. I feel cold and start to feel numb, and I get shaky. If it gets worse, I get an overwhelming white noise and/or buzzing or ringing in my ears that blocks everything out. My vision starts to freak out, as if someone's turning up the brightness on my world. It whites out, and I lose motor control as I black out. Full-on unconsciousness has only occured during the random before-school incident and the knife incident.
Full-on unconsciousness, thankfully, didn't happen today. But here's what happened.
I have been sitting at my desk since about 2, when I got out of math. I've had a few crackers and some cheese to eat all day. Naturally, I'm a little hungry. I finally decide, at about half past eight, to get my lazy butt up and take a shower.
It may help for me to also mention that my dorm room is a little chilly.
So I'm in the shower, washing my hair, and I start feeling a bit dizzy. I think, "nothing to worry about," and continue with my shower. I realize suddenly that the water's pretty hot, quite a bit hotter than I take showers at normally. I get weak in the knees and my hearing turns fuzzy. I start to worry. I proceed calmly with the rest of my shower, taking calm, even breaths, but as soon as I put all my clothes back on, I feel so much worse. I look in the mirror. I'm white as a ghost. I immediately went back to my room and sat down again.
Since then, I'm feeling much better. But it makes me think of how rather embarassing it would have been to have passed out in the shower and have people have to help me back...
Not something I'd really be thrilled about, nor anyone else.
I'll try to avoid situations like this next time. Maybe I should eat a snack before taking a shower from now on.
~Marina
Once during kickboxing day in aerobics.
Once right before first period started, in the middle of the hallway.
Once when I cut my index finger to the bone with a serrated knife (I'm sure Mom remembers that, she caught me before I hit the floor. Go supermom!)
There have been other times, but there has never been a time when I was completely alone, until today.
These episodes are caused by, presumably, low blood sugar combined with other factors like intense stress, sudden overall temperature change, or intense physical activity.
It starts the same way every time. I feel weak and slightly nauseous. It seems that all my energy starts draining rapidly. I feel cold and start to feel numb, and I get shaky. If it gets worse, I get an overwhelming white noise and/or buzzing or ringing in my ears that blocks everything out. My vision starts to freak out, as if someone's turning up the brightness on my world. It whites out, and I lose motor control as I black out. Full-on unconsciousness has only occured during the random before-school incident and the knife incident.
Full-on unconsciousness, thankfully, didn't happen today. But here's what happened.
I have been sitting at my desk since about 2, when I got out of math. I've had a few crackers and some cheese to eat all day. Naturally, I'm a little hungry. I finally decide, at about half past eight, to get my lazy butt up and take a shower.
It may help for me to also mention that my dorm room is a little chilly.
So I'm in the shower, washing my hair, and I start feeling a bit dizzy. I think, "nothing to worry about," and continue with my shower. I realize suddenly that the water's pretty hot, quite a bit hotter than I take showers at normally. I get weak in the knees and my hearing turns fuzzy. I start to worry. I proceed calmly with the rest of my shower, taking calm, even breaths, but as soon as I put all my clothes back on, I feel so much worse. I look in the mirror. I'm white as a ghost. I immediately went back to my room and sat down again.
Since then, I'm feeling much better. But it makes me think of how rather embarassing it would have been to have passed out in the shower and have people have to help me back...
Not something I'd really be thrilled about, nor anyone else.
I'll try to avoid situations like this next time. Maybe I should eat a snack before taking a shower from now on.
~Marina
Sunday, November 28
Here We Go Again.
Sunday night, a constant chaotic stream of people moving back into the dorms.
Can't say i'm too happy with it. Within a few minutes of one of my roommates being back, I'm already much less content than I was. Probably comes from the immediate comment about the smell of the dorm room.
Thanks.
I can't help the fact that the dorm was built in the 1930s. Old buildings don't smell fabulous, but really it just smells like any dorm room.
Okay, ocean breath, moving on.
I've been editing the Music and Change class's Wikipedia article and it's a pain. All five of the essays that go into the article are completely different in style. Some of them really don't have any information pertaining to the subject... It's tough to work with but not as much trouble as I expected. It does require me to use a bit of my HTML knowledge and to learn some of Wikipedia's formatting styles. Not too much of a challenge.
Despite having finished the series a few weeks ago, I really do love Fruits Basket. The entire series is available for instant watch on Netflix. What I hate is how easily I seem to fall in love with anime characters! But how can anyone resist the allure of Yuki (the rat of the zodiac)? The other zodiac characters are great but Yuki is definitely one of my favorites. Quietly spoken and very charismatic. And yet Tohru chooses Kyo... Ah well. I still like them all... Shigure, Momiji, Hatsuharu, Kagura, Akito, Ri, Kisa, Hiro, Ayame... Love em.
Moving along, I'm starving, and I still have about two hours and twenty minutes before the boy gets off work. Cheese bread... Ugh, I really need food.
And a shower, too.
~Marina
Can't say i'm too happy with it. Within a few minutes of one of my roommates being back, I'm already much less content than I was. Probably comes from the immediate comment about the smell of the dorm room.
Thanks.
I can't help the fact that the dorm was built in the 1930s. Old buildings don't smell fabulous, but really it just smells like any dorm room.
Okay, ocean breath, moving on.
I've been editing the Music and Change class's Wikipedia article and it's a pain. All five of the essays that go into the article are completely different in style. Some of them really don't have any information pertaining to the subject... It's tough to work with but not as much trouble as I expected. It does require me to use a bit of my HTML knowledge and to learn some of Wikipedia's formatting styles. Not too much of a challenge.
Despite having finished the series a few weeks ago, I really do love Fruits Basket. The entire series is available for instant watch on Netflix. What I hate is how easily I seem to fall in love with anime characters! But how can anyone resist the allure of Yuki (the rat of the zodiac)? The other zodiac characters are great but Yuki is definitely one of my favorites. Quietly spoken and very charismatic. And yet Tohru chooses Kyo... Ah well. I still like them all... Shigure, Momiji, Hatsuharu, Kagura, Akito, Ri, Kisa, Hiro, Ayame... Love em.
Moving along, I'm starving, and I still have about two hours and twenty minutes before the boy gets off work. Cheese bread... Ugh, I really need food.
And a shower, too.
~Marina
Saturday, November 27
Nightmares.
I just shocked myself awake from a dream that I've had before.
The details are fuzzy, but...
I was in a school hallway that looked similar to Mac High. I was with a few other people. There was a big commotion, a school shooting, and my group and I ran for cover, ducking into a bathroom, where we hid in the stalls. After the noise had died down, I was still crouched, breathing quietly, when this big guy wearing a towel tried to get into the stall. He grabbed me and dragged me off.
Next thing I knew I was in some sort of multipurpose room with bright lights and a wooden floor. I was face to face with three guys in their 20's. Their leader had a pistol. I hunched myself up as they debated what they were going to do with me.
They grabbed me by the shoulders and hauled me out into the hallway, then I was with a group of people that were leaving the building. Among us were my family, the president and his wife (for some reason or another), and a few of my friends. We were escorted out by more armed men.
We made it outside into a damp parking lot, and I sighed in relief...
All of a sudden, someone next to me burst into flames. I whipped around to see one of our escorts with a mirror and a wicked smile. He was focusing the light from the high energy floodlights around us onto people in the crowd. My jacket caught on fire, and my family and friends helped to quickly put it out. More and more people were burning, and I urged my grandma and my mom up farther into the crowd. We passed the president and we could see our car. It stood out red in a sea of cool colors.
One of the armed men yelled, "Now all of them."
I broke into a run, pushing my grandma and mom towards the car, and we jumped in just as the ground near the building burst into flames. The entire parking lot was covered, not in water, but in gasoline. It rushed towards us as we struggled to get into the car. People were screaming. My dad and my sisters were nowhere to be seen. Kevin got in, Kiwi made it, my mom and grandma too, and I helped Jay get in before turning around to face that wall of flames. Someone grabbed the back of my coat and yanked me into the car, and I grabbed the door handle and slammed the door closed as the fire hit our car and roared around us.
I sat up, shaking, in my room. I looked around. Nothing but the white walls. No fire. My back still tingled from the burn I recieved in my dream.
Now here I am.
Dreams are a funny thing.
~Marina
The details are fuzzy, but...
I was in a school hallway that looked similar to Mac High. I was with a few other people. There was a big commotion, a school shooting, and my group and I ran for cover, ducking into a bathroom, where we hid in the stalls. After the noise had died down, I was still crouched, breathing quietly, when this big guy wearing a towel tried to get into the stall. He grabbed me and dragged me off.
Next thing I knew I was in some sort of multipurpose room with bright lights and a wooden floor. I was face to face with three guys in their 20's. Their leader had a pistol. I hunched myself up as they debated what they were going to do with me.
They grabbed me by the shoulders and hauled me out into the hallway, then I was with a group of people that were leaving the building. Among us were my family, the president and his wife (for some reason or another), and a few of my friends. We were escorted out by more armed men.
We made it outside into a damp parking lot, and I sighed in relief...
All of a sudden, someone next to me burst into flames. I whipped around to see one of our escorts with a mirror and a wicked smile. He was focusing the light from the high energy floodlights around us onto people in the crowd. My jacket caught on fire, and my family and friends helped to quickly put it out. More and more people were burning, and I urged my grandma and my mom up farther into the crowd. We passed the president and we could see our car. It stood out red in a sea of cool colors.
One of the armed men yelled, "Now all of them."
I broke into a run, pushing my grandma and mom towards the car, and we jumped in just as the ground near the building burst into flames. The entire parking lot was covered, not in water, but in gasoline. It rushed towards us as we struggled to get into the car. People were screaming. My dad and my sisters were nowhere to be seen. Kevin got in, Kiwi made it, my mom and grandma too, and I helped Jay get in before turning around to face that wall of flames. Someone grabbed the back of my coat and yanked me into the car, and I grabbed the door handle and slammed the door closed as the fire hit our car and roared around us.
I sat up, shaking, in my room. I looked around. Nothing but the white walls. No fire. My back still tingled from the burn I recieved in my dream.
Now here I am.
Dreams are a funny thing.
~Marina
Friday, November 26
Thanksgiving Aftermath
This year I was definitely able not to eat myself into a coma. Good sign.
But I did spend all day cooking with grandma, which was pretty great. Brought some pie and grogg back to my room.
This evening was pretty fun though.
Jay and I went to Kame and got a delicious dinner. I only ordered four nigiri, but one was definitely my favorite (unagi - eel!), and I discovered that mackerel is pretty darn good, scallops are... meh.
Uni, however...
ugh.
Like the way the ocean smells, with the texture of...
No idea, really, but it's slimy.
NOT really that good. But I'm glad I tried it.
Now I'm back in my room, and it has just hit me that it's Friday night. My roomies will be home tomorrow or the day after, and then Monday rolls around.
After that it'll be another 12 class days until finals.
It didn't occur to me until just now that I literally have about two weeks left to study. That doesn't include any and all papers and exams in between then and now.
Looks like I'll have to dig out my syllabi again...
College is definitely a lot more work than high school...
~Marina
"Don't dream it, be it!"
-RHPS
But I did spend all day cooking with grandma, which was pretty great. Brought some pie and grogg back to my room.
This evening was pretty fun though.
Jay and I went to Kame and got a delicious dinner. I only ordered four nigiri, but one was definitely my favorite (unagi - eel!), and I discovered that mackerel is pretty darn good, scallops are... meh.
Uni, however...
ugh.
Like the way the ocean smells, with the texture of...
No idea, really, but it's slimy.
NOT really that good. But I'm glad I tried it.
Now I'm back in my room, and it has just hit me that it's Friday night. My roomies will be home tomorrow or the day after, and then Monday rolls around.
After that it'll be another 12 class days until finals.
It didn't occur to me until just now that I literally have about two weeks left to study. That doesn't include any and all papers and exams in between then and now.
Looks like I'll have to dig out my syllabi again...
College is definitely a lot more work than high school...
~Marina
"Don't dream it, be it!"
-RHPS
Thursday, November 18
Vacation
No, it's not vacation yet.
But leave it to my professors to give me enough homework to have me stressing out by Tuesday. Two papers and an exam doesn't sound so bad, until you procrastinate and find yourself staring the due date right in the face.
Nonetheless, I still managed to whip up a somewhat acceptable paper about the politics in a Pink Floyd song. One paper down.
Math exam, probably failed. What I gathered from my classmates' reactions leads me to believe that nearly everyone thinks they failed it, too.
One more late night to write my psych paper, then no more effort until the 29th.
Problem facing me now is that I have nothing to do all week. But I think I'll be okay in that regard.
In some ways, I really hate college. But in other ways, I think I like it. The freedom and responsibility of making your own decisions is both damning and wonderful.
As usual, not much to say.
Better suit up and get ready for aerobics.
Peace.
~Marina
But leave it to my professors to give me enough homework to have me stressing out by Tuesday. Two papers and an exam doesn't sound so bad, until you procrastinate and find yourself staring the due date right in the face.
Nonetheless, I still managed to whip up a somewhat acceptable paper about the politics in a Pink Floyd song. One paper down.
Math exam, probably failed. What I gathered from my classmates' reactions leads me to believe that nearly everyone thinks they failed it, too.
One more late night to write my psych paper, then no more effort until the 29th.
Problem facing me now is that I have nothing to do all week. But I think I'll be okay in that regard.
In some ways, I really hate college. But in other ways, I think I like it. The freedom and responsibility of making your own decisions is both damning and wonderful.
As usual, not much to say.
Better suit up and get ready for aerobics.
Peace.
~Marina
Saturday, November 13
Life at Linfield
I figure it's about damn time I post something readable.
So fall term is almost over. I'm taking aqua aerobics, intermediate algebra, music and change, and survey of psychology.
Registration for spring term started this week, and so far it has been chaos. Freshmen, including myself, have been stressing ourselves out, trying to get into the classes we want. The classes fill up fast, and of course, upper-classmen get first dibs. I'm registered for eight credits right now (aerobic fitness, intro to personality psych, and ecology of ecosystems), and on the waitlist for four more (intro to statistics, yoga, personal success skills, and fundamentals of philosophy). Spring term should be pretty nice.
One of the things I like about college classes as opposed to high school is that you choose your own schedule. I have a three-hour gap in between my psych and math classes.
On to residence life.
I currently reside in Grover Hall, a 30-person all-female dorm. I'm on the third floor in a triple. My roommates, Sara and Lauren, are pretty awesome. There haven't been any major problems here, really.
However, outside the room, there are some crazy things going on. In the past couple of weeks, two people have been hit by a drunk driver, a drug bust (where the woman eventually came back for her car then camped out behind our dorm for two days and hasn't left campus yet), and last night, someone was taken out of Theta on a gurney last night...
Like I said, crazy.
We had two fish at one point, two bettas named Homage and Fishy. Fishy's still doing well, but Homage developed a fungal infection and passed away last week. Rest his fishy soul. Instead, Lauren bought another betta named Darrell (who is the exact coloring of Fishy, black head with iridescent blue fins and red ventral fins, but is a veiltail as opposed to a crowntail). I found this rather amusing.
Thanksgiving break starts next week, and I opted to stay on-campus for the week. Room to myself? Yes :D
The one thing I can complain about, however, is the fact that my account is empty now... which means I can't buy any food on-campus until february. And I have very little food in my room =/ What I do have is college food though... ramen, a costco case of generic vitamin water, and cereal. Fun stuff.
That's about all for now. I hope to try posting weekly.
Peace.
~Marina
So fall term is almost over. I'm taking aqua aerobics, intermediate algebra, music and change, and survey of psychology.
Registration for spring term started this week, and so far it has been chaos. Freshmen, including myself, have been stressing ourselves out, trying to get into the classes we want. The classes fill up fast, and of course, upper-classmen get first dibs. I'm registered for eight credits right now (aerobic fitness, intro to personality psych, and ecology of ecosystems), and on the waitlist for four more (intro to statistics, yoga, personal success skills, and fundamentals of philosophy). Spring term should be pretty nice.
One of the things I like about college classes as opposed to high school is that you choose your own schedule. I have a three-hour gap in between my psych and math classes.
On to residence life.
I currently reside in Grover Hall, a 30-person all-female dorm. I'm on the third floor in a triple. My roommates, Sara and Lauren, are pretty awesome. There haven't been any major problems here, really.
However, outside the room, there are some crazy things going on. In the past couple of weeks, two people have been hit by a drunk driver, a drug bust (where the woman eventually came back for her car then camped out behind our dorm for two days and hasn't left campus yet), and last night, someone was taken out of Theta on a gurney last night...
Like I said, crazy.
We had two fish at one point, two bettas named Homage and Fishy. Fishy's still doing well, but Homage developed a fungal infection and passed away last week. Rest his fishy soul. Instead, Lauren bought another betta named Darrell (who is the exact coloring of Fishy, black head with iridescent blue fins and red ventral fins, but is a veiltail as opposed to a crowntail). I found this rather amusing.
Thanksgiving break starts next week, and I opted to stay on-campus for the week. Room to myself? Yes :D
The one thing I can complain about, however, is the fact that my account is empty now... which means I can't buy any food on-campus until february. And I have very little food in my room =/ What I do have is college food though... ramen, a costco case of generic vitamin water, and cereal. Fun stuff.
That's about all for now. I hope to try posting weekly.
Peace.
~Marina
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