summertime sickness

One thing I dislike about being sick in the summer:
It's not as comfy to cover oneself with blankets, and hot tea isn't as soothing as it is in the winter. Because it's 80 degrees, that's why.

I wish there was some law of nature that made one immune to viruses during the summertime.

At first, I thought this was really bad allergies...so I took one of those pills.
The pink ones.
The pills that make me super loopy tired.
Yes, BENADRYL. You know what it does to me? Look here.
But it's not allergies...and now I'm super loopy. Like, my eyes are glassy and I can't think straight.
I had plans for today. It's going to be hard to carry said plans out.
Grrr.
**Update: Actually, the worst part is not being able to sing. No singing? Double grr.**

blaah

All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I go...


The world is a gray, dismal place right now.
The clouds overhead have been threatening to rain all day long.
It's not the best atmosphere to be in. The humidity is almost at 100%, and the atmospheric pressure is giving everyone dull headaches.
My teeth hurt.
To top it off, someone finished the whipped cream without saying anything!

ohh, isn't my life dreadful?
(the answer of course is NOOOOO)
I've got it good, but sometimes I forget.

You know what will cure this?
A nice long run, that's what. A run that gives me the time to count my numerous blessings, and totally helps me to reset my mentality.
Plus those endorphins are something to write home about!

SO, a bit of advice:
Feeling blah?
 This is like a wonder-cure.
PRAY to God & thank Him.
Exercise and dwell on the important things of life.
Oh, and listen to happy music. Music can radically change your mood.

I'ma go do those things now.

Training Thursday...

So, as you might have heard, I'm training for a half-marathon.
I have a training notebook, schedule, and lots of reference guides.  It makes me legit, of course.

Though there's a bone to pick. The name of the event makes me feel like it's no big whoop.


Half-marathon? I mean really, it's only half of a regular marathon.

Psh, what wimp only goes halfway? It should be a piece of cake...

...then my common sense kicks in.

13.1 miles.

23,056 yards.

69,168 feet.

830,016 inches. 

Not too shabby if you ask me. Not shabby at all for a relative newbie.

They should rename it to something more...awesome sounding.

 Like "The 21.08 Killer K".
Sigh.

So, I'm sticking to my schedule, and we shall see how it goes.


...
As I've been going through life, I'm realizing that I'm cursed/blessed with an introverted personality.
One of my major flaws is the fact that I can think of things to say when I'm typing or with close friends and family, but it doesn't really translate when I interact with other humans. (When I mean things to say, I'm not talking about social niceties. I've got that down-pat.)
I have to be comfortable in order to open up. There's always the rare case where I meet someone and we "click".

It's terrible. I wish wit could always just roll off of my tongue.

I began to ponder my predicament. I thought about such characters that were classified as witty. Such characters as Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice.

Then I realized that she, like other fictional characters, is just that: a work of fiction, totally derived from someone's imagination. She is under the same curse as I.

Sigh

{It's a sigh kind of post, and I apologize. Next post will be peppier, I promise.}

Ha-HA!! Take that, trimethylxanthine!!

I have cut back! Oh, have I ever.
The coffee consumption rate is dwindling.
Today was my first totally caffeine-free day. No tea, no cocoa, no coffee.
Whoop!
I've been edging back ssssllllllowwwly. Because, less than a month ago, I could have easily downed a pot of coffee (and I'm talking a twelve-cup machine here). But I cut back to just a cup a day, and then 1/2 a cup and now...a day of freedom!

Needless to say, I have caffeine issues (I've wondered, if it's needless to say, then why say it? Because I'm the mistress of the obvious, that's why)
I'd better not count my eggs before they hatch.
I have a definite thing for the drug. Something about holding and partaking of a warm cup of creamy hazelnut-flavored yumminess is wonderful.


Wanna know why coffee is so addicting? Where it came from? Wanna know the scientific mumbo-jumbo (other than my simple statement, "it makes me feel good")?? If so, click on the links to find out  How coffee works
or,
How caffeine works

shh! Headache in progress

I'm an addict. I thought it would never come to this; but I have to face up to it sometime. I need to tell myself that this Drug is not the answer. Caffeine does no good, and I know that the fix is always temporary...

Such signs and propoganda... tsk tsk

Ugh, I admit it. I have a dependency from which I need to untangle myself.
At first I thought I could give it up cold turkey. I soon found out that this is a painful process, and there are other people that I interact with daily that I must consider.
The withdrawal symptoms are drastic and turn me into a monster.

Everything about coffee draws me in. And it's so easy to obtain... There are different levels of potency, and I was going for the high-concentrate stuff. Enough is enough, I must give this up.

But NOT using the cold turkey method.

I have a dull headache. My brain feels like everything is foggy. I snap so much more easily.  I feel...pathetic.

My advice: don't play with such drugs. Peer pressure is not always a good thing, and caffeine is nothing to play with. Once you start, you're hooked...
See, it's a slow downward spiral. You start with a fluffy frappé or over-sweetened fru-fru drink that has a hint of the coffee flavor...next thing you know, you're drinking the stuff straight and strong. I should have known I was going too far when some of my fellow coffee drinking friends commented on the super-strength of the coffee we were drinking (as I was downing my drink like water and wondering if I should have made my coffee stronger...)

I'm in a complaining and moan-y mood. Time for a run--some good old-fashioned endorphins. Better for me than a cup of coffee...

Maybe.

sickness and sunshine

I think I am sick.
This is a horrid feeling.

I'm working on a fun post, but I thought that I should just mention the fact that I have some sort of ickiness. I thought it might be allergies, and it still could be that, but...
Everything feels slightly off in reality. I feel sleepy all of the time. My nose is stuffed, I can't stop sneezing, and I don't feel comfortable in my own skin -- literally.
This too shall pass.
I need to be joyful and make the best of this.
But it is hard.
SO HARD when I feel miserable.
Benadryl has helped some, but it makes everything even foggier.
What's the lesser of the two evils? Mental fogginess and feeling okay? Or to have mental acuity but feel not so great?
Today I had my braces tightened.
When it rains, it pours, right?

I'm going to stop whining now. I'll go count my blessings.

This week is a chill week. It's summer!!

I got my SAT scores back, and they weren't terrible.

I have many friends who love me.

I have a wonderful family...

I'm going to keep going, but I won't post them all on here.

Wow, I'm feeling a bit better already...

The nuances of being a neologist

I feel like rambling a bit
...again
This is what this blog is for, right? Right.

Summer is OH SO RAPIDLY approaching. I'm feeling giddy.
Summer is pretty much the best time of the year. At least right now it is. (In August, I just might be ready for some snow, but I doubt it.)
I remember this past winter thinking to myself,
"I'll miss the cold in July. I'll be whining about how hot it is. Maybe I should just soak up the cold."
So I did. I sat in the car, before the heat cut on, absorbing the chill. Let me tell you, it was nothing like soaking up sunshine or a warm day.
It was, well, cold. Not terribly pleasant. But I did it so that I wouldn't complain in the summer. And this past summer, I did not complain (about the heat, at least).

I've begun to value sleep. Perhaps that's a sign of maturity.

There are some cases where sleep is unimportant.
And that's okay. Every once in a while.
But trying to stay up every night does a number on one's immune system, brain, etc.

My sleeping patterns have been messed up lately. I've been feeling sick and crummy.
So, the past few nights, I've been going to bed at a somewhat decent hour.
The difference is drastic.

I'm still a night owl, but...
I'm beginning to understand that if I don't get at least 8 hours in, life becomes a haze. Life becomes no fun.

So a word to the wise: sleeeeep!

(and a neologist is someone who coins new words! FUN FACT ALERT!)