Except when it isn’t.
I’ve been on vaycay for two weeks and it feels like years. I suppose it is essentially years in BCIT time.
HEY I SURVIVED A SEMESTER OF FANCY BUSINESS SCHOOL. Heck yes, go me. BCIT time also applies to how much you learn in a semester. One semester in BCIT is basically like a year of regular business school. I wish I was joking but I’m not.
A few days after I finished my exams I donated blood for the first time. Turns out that’s probably the worst time for you to donate blood. There I was, thinking it was no big deal whatsoever to drain a pint of my lifesblood, while the nurses fretted and asked me several times if I was okay. I figured they were just fussing because I was a first time donor and they wanted me to feel safe and comfortable, which I appreciated. Sitting in a room full of people with blood casually pumping out of their arms is a pretty strange thing to experience for the first time. I was exhausted and dehydrated from weeks of spending twelve hours a day studying, and so they had to give me many warm things to hold to promote blood leaving my unwilling veins. In retrospect I probably should have done internet research instead of just asking my dad what his experience donating blood was like.
Anyways, afterwards I got some free mango juice (YESSSS) and then ran a few errands for my mom downtown. This entire time I was growing increasingly more light-headed and sweaty and I felt kind of drunk. I figured the errands could wait and as I was getting on the train to come home some old woman shoves past me and takes the last remaining seat. By the time I got to my stop I nearly vomited on every available person and nearly toppled down several flights of stairs in a dramatic swoon. I’m going to attribute my safe arrival home to the sheer chaotic nature of the universe. I proceeded to convalesce on the couch for two days afterwards and cry about nothing and/or everything.
No matter! I’m feeling much better now. Tip top shape, you might say. Actually, don’t. I’m most absolutely not in tip top shape because holidays BUT with the Love Your Body series starting on the first I am getting seriously prepared to air punch, plié squat and donkey kick my way to victory in 6 weeks time. I went out and bought my mason jars of the meal preparatory variety and I’m eagerly perusing my Love Your Body edition of the Tone it Up nutrition plan thinking about all the kinds of yummery I will make when I get back into school.
My school schedule seems manageable so far, but I’m going to have to get my workouts in in the morning in order to stay motivated, because I just know that after accounting and statistics labs I’m not going to want to come home and work out (OR AM I?) It’s hard to say at this point. I’m going to have to take it day by day, I think.
On Boxing Day my entire family save for my thirteen year old sister was cripplingly hungover so we all played free-for-all death matches on Call of Duty: Black Ops and it was the best boxing day anyone could have ever hoped for. Many snacks were consumed.
I’ve got some resolutions for 2015, but they mostly revolve around the usual things like:
- drinking more water
- learning how to play Assassin’s Creed
- making time on Sundays to prepare my meals for the week and grocery shop for them
- becoming the Pokémon champion of all Hoenn of all the whole world
- schooling school and also life but also getting more involved with extra-curriculars so that I might make a name for myself by the time I get out of Fancy Business School – or more specifically, know some other people’s names.
Okay, that’s enough out of me. Hey, happy almost 2015, world. Every day post the pseudo-apocalypse of 2012 is a gift, a GIFT I SAY! Celebrate yo’selves! Have a spontaneous dance party in your kitchen! Drink and eat many things while society says you still can!