Adventure 2 - The Field Trip

Technically it was my second field trip (last Friday, I took the bus to Walmart to buy some binders and stuff and it took me two and a half hours to get there and back), but today was my first walking field trip. The guys needed to stock up on arms for the Humans Vs. Zombies round that starts tomorrow, and I needed some milk, so we decided to take the bus to where we'd have to transfer and then just walk the rest of the way. It was a nice walk, about 3 miles round trip, so I also felt good knowing I got some exercise.

And then we had to stop at the local waffle place and get waffles with bacon and eggs. It was really strange, we all ordered the same thing without planning to. I had a bit of a blah stomach this morning, plus I woke up really late (between having gone to bed so late and the sick stomach), so I didn't eat breakfast anyway, but I'm sure I could've gone with a slightly healthier meal. But oh man was it worth it. It's crazy how something as simple as a plain waffle, two fried eggs and two pieces of bacon can taste so good.

The city (which really doesn't count as a legit city since it's the smallest in the state) isn't really much to see, but I wouldn't mind walking around more to see what's around. But for now, I have a Spanish presentation to prepare.

Adventure 1 - Adjusting to the Surroundings

Per request, I took some pictures every day of just random stuff around campus that I found interesting.

And I am going to be 100% honest and say that the formatting and graphics of the video were preset on my Mac. All I did was take the pictures.

(retroactive) Adventure xi - Love is a Battlefield

I promise, no more 80s music references for a while.

I'll make this post short because even thinking about it makes me mad, but it certainly qualifies as an adventure.

As a little bit of background, my boyfriend and I have been dating for 2 years and 5 months this Saturday. It's been a very atypical relationship to say the least, but it has worked out for the most part. A few months back, we started talking about what'll happen in college, since we'll be 6 hours apart, and we decided on an open relationship; that way, we could still stay together, but if one or both of us find someone else, it's not the end of the world. The idea took some getting used to, but I think I got to the point where I could handle it.

And then he has the balls to say, with 6 weeks left in the summer, that he wants to date one of our mutual friends also. Needless to say I did not take this well.

Long story short, we're still together but I'm not exactly friends with the other girl much anymore. Something about hearing your friend talk about baserunning (if you're familiar with the base system metaphor) with your boyfriend, especially when they got as far in those 6 weeks as we had in the entire relationship, just didn't sit right with me. I guess I'm just too attached, but we've done a lot together and it hurt to know that he was doing and enjoying stuff with someone else, possibly even more than what I had to offer.

What I learned from this: I sure as hell am not doing that again.

And we are here!

Ok so moving in should be considered its own adventure, since we had to do it a day early due to the mess of Hurricane/Tropical Storm Irene, but overall, it really wasn't that hard. My biggest problem was finding my phone charger this morning, since my last-minute things weren't packed logically like everything else and my phone decided to die last night.

So... on with the show!

Adventure x - Getting Old

I don't really feel old. Granted, I got up about 15 minutes ago, and I don't actually turn 18 til this afternoon, but birthdays have always been as surreal for me as graduation did, and as going to college is right now. And so far, the only perks I can think of are being able to get my own Google+ account (which, of course, is still in the trial period so they won't let me sign up anyway), and buy spray paint if I need it for something.

So instead I get to paint t-shirts, make myself a Nutella and strawberry waffle sandwich (always wanted to try), and run around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to make my rounds before I leave this weekend.

Adventure ix - The Final Countdown

(doo-doo doo dooo, doo-doo doot-doot-dooo, doo-doo doo dooo, doo-doo doot-doot-doo-doo doo...)



Yes, the 80's hair-band interlude was so necessary.

It seems crazy to think that at this time next week, I'll be moved in to college. It's partially the whole culture-shock of being away from everyone, but more the fact of how on earth I'm going to fit all my stuff into enough boxes to fit in the truck. I've been camping before, so I know how much stuff it takes to sustain a person for a few days, but I'm honestly starting to run out of places to put things.

This week's adventure, along with navigating my birthday (the big 1-8, le gasp!), will be trying to get everything organized enough to bring with me when we leave on Saturday. This should be interesting.

(And in follow-up news from my blood donation extravaganza on Friday, I have a hematoma in my arm. It makes sense, there was a lot of blood going out, and it's not like it'll kill me or anything. The thing that doesn't make sense is the fact that my donation arm is just a bit bruised, and it's my IV arm that has the hematoma. Whatever.)

Adventure viii - Third Time's the Charm?

For the most part, I'm not a good Samaritan by any standards, but I do try to give blood when I can. After my boyfriend donated at our school blood drive in October and I didn't, I felt like a real ass, so I tried again at the next one in March. I got really light-headed after they finished, but I was still on the table, so that's ok. Then I signed up for one in June at a local library, but it was really hot out and I think I was dehydrated because my arm refused to give any blood. So I signed up to donate yesterday and hoped this time would be better.

Yeah, right.

I had to be at work at 5:30, but the donation was at work, so I scheduled an appointment for 4, that way I had time for any possible delay, plus regrouping afterwards. They took me right in, hooked me up, life was good. After I was done, I got that light-headed thing from the first time, but I knew that was coming so I told the ladies at the drive ahead of time, and they gave me cold towels and stuff, so I was fine. I had a few cans of juice, moved over to the outgoing bench, ate a few pretzels and then they said I was free to go whenever I felt like it. I left the donation bus (pretty cool set-up, actually), and it was pretty hot and sunny out, so my head hurt, but I walked down the length of the bus and I knew I was done for. My vision and hearing started to go, and I didn't fully pass out, but I had to lie down on the sidewalk to regroup.

The ladies came out to help me, and I felt fine, but then they called an ambulance to make sure I wasn't going to really pass out. Embarrassing. As. Hell. They put me on a saline drip and I ended up staying in the ER for almost two hours, but everyone was really nice (paramedic: "150 cc's [of the saline] per hour. Not per minute, your arm would swell up. And then we could poke holes in you and you'd be a fountain." He was from the same division as the paramedics that stay at the stadium just in case someone gets hurt, so he said that they'd sneak into the games a lot, too.)

Of course, my mom freaked out when the ER called her, my boyfriend freaked out when I told him that I had a funny story to tell him but couldn't call him because I was in the ER, and I had to call my boss to tell her that I wasn't going to be into work, so there were a lot of awkward phone calls last night, but I'm fine now. I ripped off the tape and gauze so I can move my arms now, and I don't have to worry about feeling guilty about not donating, because they told me I really shouldn't do it for a few years...