Shake, rattle, and roll.

I woke up shaking. Felt like my whole body was rattling. And then had to roll out of bed in order to projectile vomit for 20 minutes.

Vomit. Then feel fine. Vomit. The feel fine. And over and over.

No clue what happened to me. Now I just feel exhausted from the effort it takes to vomit the contents of your body. And weak. Very weak. Ugh. I don't want to move.

I did move and went to get some breakfast. Dog food cereal. At least thats what all my friends call it. Silly friends, its Kashi Heart to heart not dog fooooood. Stayed down so far.

Now I'm doing laundry. So I moved from bed to chair in dining hall. To bed. To chair in laundry room. Then from here I'm going back to my bed. Contemplating what to do about tonight and tomorrow. Gotta head home at some point for work on Sunday. But I don't want to walk to my car. Which is illegally parked up at my dorm in the "resident parking" where you need a permit. Velma doesn't have a permit. Hopefully she doesn't get a ticket. The bitch better not. I'll make her pay for it.

Sitting at this table in the laundry room is making me feel like my whole body is swaying back and forth. I must be getting sick. Fantastic!

Right before finals! Of course!

Speaking of finals. I've got 3 of them. Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday. I think. Studying starts this weekend. Hopefully.

Ugh.

I really just want this semester to be over. I'm so over it. The classes sucked. I didn't do nearly as well as I wanted to. Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now. Just have to hopefully nail my finals and move onto the next semester.

Next semesters classes:
Agriculture and resource economics.
Race, class and gender. (Sociology class)
Second half of general biology. (Ugh)
Nutrition and human development. (Yay!)
andddd
Nonwestern and comparative philosophy.

Looking forward to that. It's a lot of credits so hopefully I won't want to die.

Well.

Time to get my laundry out. And go flop in my bed. And not move. Until I have to.

Ugh. I hate getting sick. Boooo you winter.

:(

When it rains...It pours.

Talk about rain.

Damn. I trudged through enough rain yesterday to last for the rest of my life.

Honestly there is only one word for yesterday. MONSOON.

I had no choice but to go to my class that was a 3/4 of a mile walk across campus. I had to turn in my final portfolio for my english class or I never would have left my bed all day. NEVER.

What would normally have been a 15 minute walk turned into a solid 25 minutes into the sideways rain and wind. Yes, sideways rain. And near hurricane force winds. Anyone who goes to this school knows that when the forecast here says "windy" its damn near hurricane strength. Every normal day is abnormally windy here. So a forecasted windy day means you need to gear up for a hurricane. And make sure your hair is tied back.

So upon finally making it to class I dropped my backpack off in the classroom and went to the bathroom. No no kiddos. I did not have to pee. I had to ring my pants out over the toilet...

Yes. You read that correctly. I had to take my rain boots off in the bathroom (which mind you, were filled with water and my socks were drenched), and then take off my yoga pants, and ring them out like a friggen wash cloth over the toilet. My underwear were also soaked. It was literally like I just went for a swim in the lake on the way to class.

Apparently I missed the memo that 2 hoods, a rain coat, rain boots, and an umbrella are not sufficient here. Cool.

So I get back in the classroom. We're all soaked. Somehow I managed to be soaked front and back. Most people were only soaked on the front or the back, depending on which direction they walked to class.

So for an hour I sat there as my teacher expected us to rewrite her entire syllabus while feeling like I had a wet bathing suit on. My most favorite feeling ever.

HA. Not. Nothing I hate worse than sitting in a wet bathing suit.

Well maybe not NOTHING. But pretty close.

So class ends. Walk back to my room. Change. Study for a little. Then venture out to get dinner...

Soaked pair of pants number 2. Along with soaked sweatshirt and soaked Uggs. Since I couldn't wear the rain boots again because they were filled with water. SO now I have to change again. And mind you,  the walk from my room to the grab and go place...about 500 feet.

Soaked pair of pants number 3, yes THREE, came from walking across the street and back from my statistics exam. Would have been nice to do well on the exam. But no.

So to wrap up my day yesterday...
1. Aaron left for west pac.
2. It monsooned outside all day.
3. I swam to class, oh wait. No, I walked to class but LOOKED like I swam.
4. I soaked 3 pairs of pants, a sweatshirt, and my rain boots. How water got inside my rain boots its just beyond me.
5. My umbrella broke. OH YEAH I FORGOT ABOUT THAT ONE. (After getting blown inside out about 5 times one of the wires finally snapped.)
6. My stats professor decided to make the test harder to read than to actually do the problems. God! She worded everything SO confusingly! I'm not the only one who said that...
7. I got back to my room after class and my stats book was completely soaked and ruined. It was INSIDE my backpack. So the rain managed to seep inside my backpack and ruin my 100 dollar book.

......I really just can't believe the rain yesterday. Worst weather I've EVER had to walk in. EVER.

We're not even going to talk about the words and phrases that came out of my mouth during those walks yesterday.

"This blows." - Me. One of the nicer phrases that I uttered yesterday.

I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.

Well.


So begins the lame-ness of the next half of a year. Super.


***DISCLAIMER*** The emotions and moods of Alyssa Colquhoun can swing back and forth like a pendulum at any given moment in the upcoming months. You are advised not to mess...


Therefore, please refer back to the blog entitled "Where there's a will...I want to be in it." regarding the stages of deployment. First stage ending. Second stage beginning. Take note. 


Please. Take note. 


For your own benefit...And mine as well. SHANKS in advance.


........................uh.


I've decided on a few goals for myself during these next 6 months. 
1. Work as much as possible.
2. Therefore, save as much money as possible.
3. Make the deans list next semester.
4. Be hot for homecoming.
5. Not go completely mental.


...Sound like pretty good goals to me.


First one depends on how much my employer decides to put me on the schedule which in turn affects the  2nd goal. 


The 3rd I hope is doable, we'll see how my classes are. 18 credits='s death. 


4th one is an absolute must. No exceptions. Must.


5th goal...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.


HA.


Haaaaaaaaaaa....


Let's be honest. 


Moving on.....


OH! I am also going to try to write in this thing a LOT more. I'd love to write everyday but I run out of things to say a lot...Shocking. I know. I'm not sure what happened either. School comes first so a lot of the time I just don't have the time to write on here. But I'm going to try harder! That's a "doable" goal. 


Unlike #5...HAHA........


This blog sucks. Today sucks. Boooooo...


I wish I could lay in bed all day. And not move. And just lay here. And lay. And lay. And lay.


And lay.......


But no. I have to walk allllll the way across campus. Pretty much. Just to hand in a portfolio. And walk allllllllll the way back. OH....and its monsooning outside. This day could not get ANY better.


Alright, enough ranting on my part. Lo siento por this sucky blog. I'll try harder tomorrow. Pwomise. 


Countdown to <3 and :) begins now. 


It's about freaking time they leave. 


I love you Aaron, for eternity! Can't wait for you to come back. Stay safe and happy out there and remember who is back home supporting you every step of the way :) ME! 




"........................uhhh" - Me, regarding this entire process.