Archive for ‘what i did today’

November 4, 2011

but i am quite sleepy

This week’s major accomplishments:

1. Successfully avoiding my boyfriend’s stomach flu,

but instead contracting a more run-of-the-mill upper respiratory infection!

2. The noisy downstairs neighbors only waking me up after midnight TWICE with their signature unhealthy combination of loud fighting and loud somethingelsethatstartswithaneff-ing.

In other news: it is Friday, and I am tired.

May 16, 2011

I wish…

…… that my boyfriend would want to see Bridesmaids with me.

…… that we would win at trivia again tomorrow so we could start a TRIVIA WINNING STREAK!

…… that Sarah Dessen books didn’t have to END. (Seriously. I always put them down with 20 or so pages left so I can deny that fact.)

…… that my roooooommate would come home.

I know it’s not Phoenix, but it’s not THAT cold!

…… that I could be in Michigan RightNow.

…… that the sun would come out once in awhile.

…… that lunch tasted good with coffee.

…… that my still-working-30-hours-a-week  pseudo-vacation would last


April 23, 2011

hot date

My boyfriend asks me things like this:

“Sooo…. would you be interested in playing beer pong and going to a bar with Dave and Lisa and [insert other people I don’t know] tonight?”

And I say things like:

“Um, I have to work tomorrow,

and Dave and Lisa probably are going to a bar by their place (and therefore barely accessible to us, by public transport),

and there’s laundry downstairs,

and I have homework/reading to do that simply MUST do tonight! There’s NO OTHER TIME!”

On Saturday nights, I am usually a dirty liar.

Things I Accomplished On This Average Saturday Evening:

– Rearranging (i.e. making a complete mess of) all of my books

– Updating all of the blogs-that-I-follow bookmarks

– Watching episodes of My Drunk Kitchen

– Stuffing myself silly on homemade pizza, garlic bread, salad, and Disaranno & Fancy, Local Sodas

– Browsing food blogs for tasty recipes to cook next month

But at about 9:01, my boyfriend left the apartment to catch a couple of buses and be a social beer-pong-butterfly.

At about 9:02, I turned on an episode of Mad Men and poured myself another glass of wine.

At about 9:03, my boyfriend reappeared, announcing that the trip was canceled, Dave&Lisa&co were staying in with takeout instead.

The Moral of the Story?

I did homework on a Saturday night as to not shame myself.

Lance watched a great deal of overtime hockey,

and read one of those books I left lying around.

April 20, 2011

final countdown

Four Classes

Two Mondays, two Tuesdays

One Project

Pick 4 to 5 young adult books and present them to the class as a booktalk. Make a snazzy flier to accompany. Must have a theme!

One Paper

Write 6-7 pages on any topic of young adult literature that interests you. Yowza.

Eight Books

Postcards from No Man’s Land by Aidan Chambers

Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta

Looking for Alaska by John Green

American Born Chinese by Gene Luen Yang

Hold Still by Nina LaCour

The Brothers Torres by Coert Voorhees

Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour by Morgan Matson

Scrawl by Mark Schulman

Nineteen Days

until this semester is officially


April 17, 2011

running through my dreams all night

Tomorrow is Marathon Monday, and I think all the hubbub accidentally made me crazy.

Yesterday, I was eating some nachos and reading Going Bovine at a sports bar when I overheard a guy at the table next to me chatting up the waitress.

“I wanted to come see the Red Sox game, while I’m in Boston” he said. “But it was too cold. I’m running a marathon in two days! I can’t sit outside in the cold for hours!”

This conversation went on a little too long and I became a bit annoyed by Mister “I’m running a MARATHON! in TWO DAYS!” Man, but I did notice his stylish black and green jacket.

When we attempted to go bowling later in the evening, we missed our stop because the bus didn’t do its usual turn-around thing because everything on Boylston was set up for the MARATHON. We avoided the rain by ducking into those skywalks that connect random Boston hotels with stores and malls, hoping to hit the Prudential eventually and come out the other side, next to the bowling alley.

The hotels that were jam-packed with MARATHONers, looking slim and fit and sporting their MARATHON jackets.

So this morning, I woke up with the very determined idea that I WAS GOING RUNNING BEFORE WORK. I had been considering this the day before, since I didn’t get out for a run on Saturday because I was busy trying-hard-not-to-watch-sports-at-a-sports-bar and trying to bowl. But there was an urgency here. I rocketed out of bed and ate something with protein and got dressed and out the door.

It took me awhile to remember the dream I had the night before that woke me up in a sheer panic.

Someone had asked me to run in the Boston Marathon on Monday. I had to do it. I had to get ready to do it. I didn’t have any of those Gu-things that marathoners need to keep their fuel up, but I figured if I went to the expo, I could pocket some samples. I needed that Gu! And also, I’d never run that far before, but it was only five miles… I can run 2 miles (code for: I HAVE run 2 miles in the past. like once. maybe twice), so it’s only twice that and another mile….

and then someone in my dream told me, as I was on a mad Gu dash, that a marathon wasn’t 5 miles. It was 26.2.

I woke up in a complete panic.

Somehow that translated into:

“Jessica, you need to go running in the morning before work because it is entirely possible that someone, at any moment, could ask you to run the Boston Marathon and you will have to say yes, so you should at LEAST figure out how to run 5 miles.”

Okay, then.

Well at least it got me out of bed with enough vim and vigor to

* Run/walk a mile and a half

* Bake a coffeecake

* Trash the kitchen and half clean it up again

* Call in a prescription

* Scramble some eggs

* Run to CVS

and, most importantly

* Make it to work on time.

Which, in case you are keeping track at home, is more than I did all day on Friday and Saturday, combined.

Maybe when I’m done here I’ll tackle 26.2.

April 4, 2011

the world is a glass overflowing with water

I. I like my apartment and I get to stay for another year

Here is a picture of some of my apartment.

Isn’t it nice?

And by “nice”, I mean “full of my stuff”?

II. My syllabus

As much as I miss being able to read whatever I want…

I also like having to read books.

As long as they are good.

I feel like when I am done with grad school,

I should recruit Children’s Lit people to write me up a syllabus every quarter,

or something.

III. Music


IV. Weather for Running

The only running-related pictures I have

are of my littlest sister

because she runs a lot.

(She’s the one in the middle)

V. This Boy

He makes me quite happy.

(That picture was taken

5 years ago)


March 27, 2011

death becomes her

Shortly after writing that last, desperate post detailing my varying physical symptoms and ailments, I almost died.

And by “almost died,” I mean, I just got sicker. Sick to the point that I missed WORK! Classes, I will skip, but work is money and money is bills and even if you are sick, the bills must be paid.

But when, on Wednesday, after sleeping in until 11, dragging myself to and from campus for less than four hours of employment felt like I deserved some kind of medal of honor. I shivered my way home and into the bath and watched my fever climb higher. And when Twelve-Hour Thursday arrived, I woke up without a hint of miraculous recovery. I took some ibuprofen, called in and woke up a few hours later soaking in sweat.


I am recovering now. No fever since Thursday night. Some lingering coughing/sinus-ness/feeling-weirdness, but it looks like I will live.

How those bills are going to get paid without my 12 hours of work last week, I have no idea, but at least:

  • I am going to live to see another day
  • I didn’t have to spend 30 bucks going to the doctor and getting antibiotics (unless I have a sinus infection…)
  • I did all that crazy paper-writing/presentation-giving madness already and I had no real work to get done while I was feverish
  • I had a cute furry pet to keep me company while I laid, sweaty on the couch watching Netflix movies all day.


March 22, 2011

the sickness

Apparently I am not allowed to go 30 days without contracting an illness.

Illness #1 hit its peak on January 29-30th. Generic cold symptoms: fatigue, congestion, persistent coughing. Tore up the inside of my mouth sucking down cough drops for a few days. It lingered for 2-3 weeks, and then when I was finally feeling better….

Illness #2. Lance came down with this one first: on Friday and Saturday, he ran a fever of 102. Gross cough. Fast recovery, but on Tuesday the fever returned, the cough turned painful, and he had to get a Z-Pack from the doctor and sleep through trivia. The horror!

I didn’t have to take antibiotics for this one, but I was felled overnight, woke up on Sunday with

A) a 101 degree fever

B) 4 hours of work ahead of me


C) a paper due on Monday that I hadn’t started,  instead planning on getting up early to write on Sunday morning

Oy. I was sick until Tuesday morning, skipped class, somehow still did really well on the paper.


Anyway, so that was February 27-28. I got better quickly, but for some reason still had this bit of a cough that wouldn’t go away. A cough just disgusting enough to make a nuisance of myself in most classes.

It started to get slightly more annoying on Saturday and Sunday…

and then, BAM

Illness #3.

I’ve been running a slight fever for two days, now. Just enough to make my muscles ache, to make my head hurt, to put me back on the acetaminophen train. And the cough is back with a vengeance, the kind of cough that cough drops do nothing to slow down.

I don’t want to go to the doctor, because I don’t want to be on antibiotics. I spent a few years getting sinus infections and such; I am pretty good at determining if I need antibiotics, and I don’t think I do, so what’s the doctor going to do? Either confirm my viral suspicions – rest, fluids, etc – or give me antibiotics that I don’t need, which is bad for my body and bad for MRSA or whatever.

My roommate is appalled that I don’t want to go to the doctor.

But then again, she also diagnosed me with pregnancy, menopause, mono, and lymphoma over the course of yesterday.

So if anyone’s seen my immune system… would you kindly tell it to come home? I miss it dearly.

March 18, 2011

gorgeous life

Slept through a St. Patrick’s Day hangover,

breakfast of champs,

finished reading Split. Made me want to do things like… write,

cleaned the apartment while watching the latest super-biased, kind of interesting Netflix doc,

ran a mile and a bit in the gorgeous, almost 70 degree weather,

a little quality time with the boyfriend who I love so dearly,

walk into JP for free birthday vegetable korma at Bukhara,

watching roommate and our houseguest play Mario,

and Disaronno, Rosa’s, and Coke.

Maybe some popcorn?

Life can be cool.




March 17, 2011

i came, saw, etc.

My 18th Spring Break ended with a terrifying scramble to

A) recover from birthday shenanigans

B) write a paper on power and ideology and Speak and Ramona Quimby (don’t ask), present said paper, and discuss it during class as it related to two other books which I also had to read

C) write another paper on the teen room of the Brookline Public Library and whether or not I thought some teens that I saw at the Chestnut Hill Cheesecake Factory would want to inhabit said teen room (definitely don’t ask)

D) have a generally busy day yesterday, actually doing all that work at Job #1 that papers were distracting me from and that piled up after being away from the office for a week, going to Job #2, then driving across the state to attend Lance’s band concert

There was too much caffeine and too little sleep.

But I have come out the other side of the tunnel.

And there are a lot of good things waiting for me.

Like this book to read, Split by Swati Avasthi.

It’s one of those books-from-the-syllabus that doesn’t feel anything like a book-from-the-syllabus. I’ve been getting excited to have a seat on the bus so I can read a few pages before my stop. Well, getting more excited than usually. Getting a seat on the 39 at 8:30 a.m. is kind of like finding a five dollar bill on the street; even when you have to read Elsie Dinsmore once you sit down, you are still having a good day.

There’s also semi-good weather and earlier sunrises and less-tight schedules so maybe there can be running.

And we are getting dangerously close to flip-flops and skirts weather…..

Turquoise Havaianas? Please?

I have two full weeks with no homework assignments due. That, my friends, is as good as any Spring Break I’ve ever had. For two weeks, I just get to read books. And articles. TWO WEEKS!!

And in case the semester gets rough again (which is will, it will, it will), I bought something to look forward to once I make it out:

A ticket to Michigan to see this little one GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOL.


She is almost 18 and going to University of Michigan’s nursing school in the fall.

I am going to cry a lot.

But until then, no more tears, because the worst of the semester is, perhaps, over.

And it wasn’t really THAT bad.