Parrot?

So I was home this past weekend. It was all good, yadda yadda. Got a ton of errands done (groceries, dry cleaned skirt, went to the bank, got travel sized toiletries for Pittsburgh, did my laundry). It was just unnaturally humid. Is it or is it NOT fall at this point?! Come on Weather. Let's get some crisp fall weather going. I want sweaters and the smell of fires. Apple cider and pumpkins. Leaves changing colors and a cold breeze constantly blowing around. I DO NOT WANT humidity, shorts, frizzy hair and the constant desire to take a shower. Furthermore, on my run Friday morning, I heard an odd squawking. So I look into my neighbor's yard and do a double take. There is a PARROT (yes, a live parrot), sitting in their tree. It was blue and gold and I'm assuming it was the neighbor's pet that was on the run. But you never know. Connecticut could be the new tropics considering all the humidity that we've had lately. Rage.

I also went to Otis with Dad. Went for a run. Once again, felt like summer. I was dripping after 10 miles. But we got the boats sorted out and moved around, which was good. Without Mike home, he needs some help. So I offered to drive up and help him Wednesday night or Thursday morning.

I am nervous for Pittsburgh. I hate flying and I need to find places to run while I'm out there. But also, it's going to be so hard to leave and say goodbye all over again.

This was in my neighbor's tree. Yup. He was trying to talk to me too. I think. Maybe I delusional from sweating out my body weight.

Blog is up!!!!

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Please follow or at least check out a few times in the months to follow, my new blog! It's for my capping project and I'm trying to establish some sort of following. So go take a look at my journey through the application process for grad school!!!! It includes some of my creative writing samples, interviews, and some personal posts:)
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Dream Analysis

I really started wondering the past few days about analyzing my dreams. I've had some doosies lately. But the one tat ALWAYS bugs me, is how my teeth fall out. Some girl in my class last night said that dreams where your teeth fall out signal an instability in your life. Well, that's spot on. I'm a senior in college. I'm unstable. I don't know where I'm going with my life.


Ok...so I looked stuff up and it wasn't exactly what I was looking for. Internet dream dictionaries that are free probably aren't the best things to look into. But in further regards, what the hell was I thinking to have some of the dreams that I do? Like when I was 4 or 5,  had a dream that a giant, rainbow, tap dancing fish in a top hat ate my entire family. then we sat in a completely white room and had a chat. Explain that. I had a realistic dream of being chased up a tree in the jungle by a cheetah and I felt and watched it tear me apart and eat me. That one woke me ups creaming when I was 6. I've had dreams where I've gotten out of bed and ran to the bathroom in college to start brushing my teeth and get ready for class, only to see it is 2:15a.m. and my roommate has just gone to sleep. I was staying at Paul's and made him get up to knock on the bathroom door ebcause I thought someone was in there. No one was. So he grudgingly gets up, opens the door for me and goes back to bed. I looked inside and went back to bed, never using the bathroom. That was another weird one. And I didn't actually remember it the next day. He reminded me and then I remembered. I have colorful, wild dreams that rush and fly around. I was riding horses through a giant lollipop forest with the Harry Potter cast. I just don't even know where some of these things come from. Either I'm crazy or creative. I wish some of this creativity would bust out when I'm writing.

I'm tired, but can't sleep. I have a workout today. I want today and tomorrow to be over so I can go home Thursday and get a little change of scenery.

 I also miss this goofball.

 Scenery shots from Otis mid-June

Back to School

So I'm back. I admit I did plan on writing over the summer, but things "worked out" and I only came home from the lake a grand total of 4 or 5 times. My parents weren't happy and it made things stressful. But it was a break from reality I guess. I was still stressing over everything coming up in Senior Year.
So Paul is in Pittsburgh and LOVES his co-op, which is great news. Those 250 dollar plane tickets? Yeah, I bought them. Round trip. No stops. And I'm freaking out because I HATE planes. But I'm going. October 6th. Another nice little mini break from reality.

School has been hectic. My capping project is a blog. Surprise Surprise. Not really. But I'm actually exploring the application to grad programs on it. I'm conducting interviews with professors and current graduate students that graduated from Marist. I'm going to post my writing examples and my attempt at a personal statement. So hopefully it works well as a portfolio piece and as a way for me to organize my thoughts and the smooth the application process. I've been doing A LOT of interviewing between Capping and my Sports Reporting class. Good practice. I haven't stopped writing.

Running...now that's another fish to fry. I started Singulair to help with the breathing. It seems to work. Except I raced Saturday at VCP. Halfway through the back hills, my breathing turned around and I think I actually started turning blue. I was seeing everything in fuzzy colors by the time I stepped on the finish mat. No idea how I held out. My right lung felt like someone was squeezing it, much like a damp dishrag that you're trying to get the last droplets of water out of. Painful. I was second for the team and actually ran faster than my freshman year time on the course. I still have some work to do, but it's a start. I might be doubling up and using my inhaler with the Singulair. I used to have such great lung capacity. Sigh.

I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel though. I'm excited to move on with life, but nervous. I'm applying to grad programs, but may very well wait a couple years and just work to earn some money. I might do a low-res program so I can stay at home to study. I might try and get into the sports world either at ESPN or at a school, promoting the sports programs. I don't know. I'm scared. Really. I have good days, start to relax and then my thoughts wander to these scary thoughts and I stress stress stress.

Sooo...I have practice to attend. It's finally a little cooler out. I want winter. And snow. I really wish Paul would be around. It's been hard. I talk to him, feel better, then realize just how far he is and how I can't just hop on a train one weekend. I miss him standing at the station, casually leaned up against a pillar, grinning as I trip down the narrow metal ladder on the train. I'm trying to grow up and make those fond memories, not something that makes me cry.

And while this is in the VERY early stages, PLEASE follow my blog! It will have some interesting writing samples that I'm sending to these programs. Also some interesting asides and interviews. Hope to see some followers there :) Tell friends!!!!

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 Just some summer pictures I took, with the exception of the one of me wakesurfing haha