More Coffee Please...

Those three words seem to be coming out of my mouth multiple times a day. Once again, I am at that point in the semester where even two shots of espresso barely help this exhausted feeling. Today was no deviation from that. Today was the busiest day of my life, but not really because all I did was basically lock myself in the library forever. I woke up at 7:30, put on some clothes and make up and struggled to leave the house. I made a pit stop at the dining hall where I picked up some of my favorite oatmeal where I put brown sugar and craisins in it. SO GOOD. Probably the best part of my day. Then walked over to the cafe and got myself my usual, tall vanilla latte please. I am surprised they haven't memorized my drink by now. I then stumbled over to the library where I then spread out my million review sheets and began to embark on 4 more hours of studying for my microeconomics exam (in addition to the 12 hours at least prior I have studied). I made my way to my house at 11:30 to chow down some easy mac so my stomach didnt make noises through the whole exam. Whew! Glad that was done with. Literally moments after my exam, I stroll back into the library to embark on my studying for my international economics exam that is tomorrow. Yeah, I think my econ professors have it out for  me because everytime we have exams they are both in the same week. KILL ME.

I began sending an email to two classmates regarding a presentation we have tomorrow for marketing. I had to divide the roles which was hard because I didnt know how to word "Yo, you do this question" very nicely. At least one of them is a friend of mine and the other probably doesn't even care. We have presentations in that class pretty much every other week so its been a pretty repetitive process. We usually don't even meet anymore and just result to email which is my predicament right now. I'm waiting on an email from one of them so I can put the slides together. It's not such a big deal, I can always do that in the morning before I go to class.

So back to my story, god, I can rant and get off topic. So it took me roughly an hour to send an email because I walked over to talk to Tasha whom was working at the information desk. Then I went back to my computer, wasted about 15 minutes on facebook, twitter, etc. then I finally sent my email which took literally 5 seconds. I then proceeded to claim my table in the middle of the library. Usually people go to the library for silence and choose the most quiet areas. Not me. I choose the areas where people walk by most of the time. I guess I'm a people watcher. I also feel like people are watching me as well, so, I need to act studious. Especially, if I'm going to attract a mate.

So at 4pm, I took a break from my little studying I was doing, and went to the Student Union Building with Tasha because she wanted to check her mail and I needed coffee. I changed it up and got a peppermint white mocha. I used to drink those all the time when I didn't like the taste of coffee but now it is the other way around. I love the taste of strong coffee. Now, my goal for the rest of the week is to not have any coffee. I don't have much homework the rest of the week so I think it is plausible.

College brings so much unwanted stress into my life and I really need to get in shape again. On top of horrible eating habits, cheap food, and not having time to work out, stress is the last thing I need. I plan on starting my work out regime again tomorrow. I would buy healthier food right now but I don't want to waste my money on groceries. Especially, since I only have a week until Thanksgiving and then about 3 weeks until winter break. I would buy groceries for those 3 weeks but they are even more stressful than this week. I literally live in the library, cafe, dining hall, and other academic buildings where my studying takes place. So I'll probably by some milk and frozen dinners but that's about it. Next semester, I plan on cooking a lot. Over winter break, I'm going to take over my kitchen and start making dinners for my family and friends (who want to take some risks), so that way I know how to make something before I am in my kitchen at school. For those who don't know how someone could be a bad cook, let me tell you. My friend and I were making chicken for dinner one night and I was defrosting it in the microwave. It was almost defrosted so i threw it back in for a few more minutes not knowing I put it on actual cook rather than the lovely defrost setting. My friend just laughed at me. Sometimes I really think there is some blonde in me.

I just have winter breakitis. I want the semester to be over so badly. I absolutely love the holidays. It is much different now that I am in college because it is like a reunion during the happiest time of year. I love the smell of christmas trees, family all around (well thats different now), starbucks dates, hot chocolate, and sweaters. I LOVE sweaters. Everytime I walk into a store that is the first thing I see. Once I went to Nordstroms (well many times I have gone to Nordstroms), I think I bought three cardigans. One of which I didn't know was on sale, I was so tempted to buy more because they had about 10 colors. I seriously have a problem. When I went over to Pullman to visit Emily, we went to Idaho and shopped at Ross. What did I buy? A warm knitted sweater and yoga pants. My two favorite pieces of clothing. All I need now are some cute, warm boots that I can wear my sweater and yoga pants with. Anyways, I'm looking forward to this holiday season because everything will be different. Thanksgiving won't be as eventful as it has been in the past. Usually, its just my parents and I. Both sides of our family have had some falling outs. On my dad's side, his brother and sisters have stopped talking to him because when my grandma had a stroke and heart attack he didn't want her to be in pain or be on this earth not knowing who she is, which is most of the time now. The only time they usually call or email is to tell us we need to pay our share, which is roughly 1,000 dollars in order to keep her breathing. It is not as bad as it seems with their relationship towards us. We have never played an active role on that side of the family which is probably why we are so distant. Isn't it funny how a stroke can bring a family together? The most recent times I have had with the Stewart side of the family. Okay, that doesn't work because my mother's maiden name is Stewart as well. So let me rephrase that as the Stewart-Schmella-Romstad-and whatever all my cousin's last names from marriage are. The only time I see them are for weddings or some holiday they think we should come to. On the other side of my family, it is the same situation. Ill grandparent, family fights. My other grandma needs to be put in a home before she burns the place down. She has already driven to the local fire department at 3AM just to say hi to the firefighters. She has always been a little bit crazy, and that is an understatement. My aunts always ignore my mother's ideas of putting her in a home where she can still enjoy the things she does now. My grandma is now being treated like a child. My mom and aunts take days of the week where they take her to run errands, take her food, and just make sure she hasn't run away. So Christmas should be interesting. On top of that my aunt and uncle's divorce has been a main topic of discussion at the dinner table, or any table. I am sick of hearing how it affects my cousins. They aren't 5. Obviously, they see that their parents have been fighting their entire lives, because they have. They were just trying to fight the inevitable. The youngest cousin will be off at college in less than a year. I'm just sick of hearing all this pity for them when they just put a smile on their face. It's like show your pain but don't act like I am supposed to give you sympathy. Ok, that was a little harsh. I guess I am just tired. 

Well I'm going to head to bed now in order to have a much better day tomorrow. I am just so excited to make friends with my bed once more. Today, I was not home for more than 15 minutes at a time which means through the whole day I was home for 30 minutes. Welcome to my life.