In addition to almost destroying a man's life for changing the channel at the gym during my run on Thursday, I managed to break out in a rash on my neck as well. After almost itching my skin off, I looked to KK to confirm that I indeed have a rash. He denied it. Bad move KK....
Me: But it itches!!
And it's all red!
KK: It's red because you keep scratching it.
Me: But it feels all bumpy.
AND IT ITCHES!
KK: Stop itching it.
Me: I CAN'T AND IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!
(I finally get up to consult a mirror to confirm that my neck does INDEED have a bumpy rash on it, and proceed to rub this in the boy's (apparently blind) face.)
And when I wouldn't stop itching I had to have my hands held down, and it totally wasn't in a "this is hot, my hands are all tied down" sort of way.
The end.
Showing posts with label GRE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label GRE. Show all posts
Friday, January 21, 2011
Random Musings at the Gym
Since running had been put on the back burner as I furiously studied away for the GRE, I found myself at my wits end Thursday evening. I needed some endorphins yo! During my evening break from studying, I skidaddled to the gym to get in 4-5 miles.
Uh... it sucked. Well the first mile and a half did anyway (which is a long time for your legs to feel like junk, if you ask me) shortly there after my legs felt all sorts of fantabulous and I could feel the happy (and smart!) vibes rolling off my sweaty face/body/arms/legs/#yougettheidea (hashtags in a blog... oh how I love it).
PLUS, (yes there's a plus) the tv gym parked near me was on the Food channel, showing an episode of The Dest Thing I Ever Ate: cheesy. Now if there's one thing that me and my lactase hating digestive system LOVE it's cheese (and ice cream, obvs). I literally could have ran for.ev.er. watching this episode. All things ooey and gooey, and deliciously dairy filled. Mmmmm. Instead of dripping sweat droplets on the treadmill per uz (usual) I was dripping little salivacious (that word should probably be on the GRE verbal section, if they know what's good for them) droplets.
Until, some CF (please check my beginning of the year twitter rants for my word o' 2011... I feel it's not blog appropriate....nor appropriate to use when sober) behind me, thought it necessary to change the channel. Not only did he not bother to check to see if someone was watching the episode (and had been for a solid 30 minutes at this point), but he changed it to Fox News. Not impressed. PLUS on top of it (!!!!) through the reflection of the window in front of me, I saw him watching the tv to our left which was set on ESPN without even giving Fox News a glance.
Jeri = seething.
Given my current stressed out status coupled with the appearance of the full moon (apparently I'm a werewolf and the full moon affects me majorly) I was ready to cut this man. Instead, I finished my run while imagining that the treadmill band was made up of his various limbs and organs.
"How does THAT heel strike feel upon yo spleen?!?!?!?!?"
Chipper Jeri is to return at approximately 1pm Saturday afternoon. (I hope, or I will cut a B! jk. I think.)
Uh... it sucked. Well the first mile and a half did anyway (which is a long time for your legs to feel like junk, if you ask me) shortly there after my legs felt all sorts of fantabulous and I could feel the happy (and smart!) vibes rolling off my sweaty face/body/arms/legs/#yougettheidea (hashtags in a blog... oh how I love it).
PLUS, (yes there's a plus) the tv gym parked near me was on the Food channel, showing an episode of The Dest Thing I Ever Ate: cheesy. Now if there's one thing that me and my lactase hating digestive system LOVE it's cheese (and ice cream, obvs). I literally could have ran for.ev.er. watching this episode. All things ooey and gooey, and deliciously dairy filled. Mmmmm. Instead of dripping sweat droplets on the treadmill per uz (usual) I was dripping little salivacious (that word should probably be on the GRE verbal section, if they know what's good for them) droplets.
Until, some CF (please check my beginning of the year twitter rants for my word o' 2011... I feel it's not blog appropriate....nor appropriate to use when sober) behind me, thought it necessary to change the channel. Not only did he not bother to check to see if someone was watching the episode (and had been for a solid 30 minutes at this point), but he changed it to Fox News. Not impressed. PLUS on top of it (!!!!) through the reflection of the window in front of me, I saw him watching the tv to our left which was set on ESPN without even giving Fox News a glance.
Jeri = seething.
Given my current stressed out status coupled with the appearance of the full moon (apparently I'm a werewolf and the full moon affects me majorly) I was ready to cut this man. Instead, I finished my run while imagining that the treadmill band was made up of his various limbs and organs.
"How does THAT heel strike feel upon yo spleen?!?!?!?!?"
Chipper Jeri is to return at approximately 1pm Saturday afternoon. (I hope, or I will cut a B! jk. I think.)
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I'm alive... I think
I'm back from Houston and neglecting you chaps tremendously. Don't worry, I'm neglecting running just as much. Feel free to canoodle with each other in my absence, I deserve it for being negligent in our bloggy relationship. If it makes you feel better, I'm kicking the boy out of town tonight so I can study.
Upon returning from Houston I was thrust knee deep (twss?) into GRE prep. Before I left for Houston I realized I needed to take the GRE like....yesterday... to get my scores to my #1 school in time. So of course I scheduled the test for ten days out. I put a GRE prep book on hold at my library, and go figure it came in at noon last Wednesday....after my flight left at 10am.
When my flight home was delayed 2 1/2 hours out of Minneapolis, I was really wishing I had some materials to study, but to no avail. Wednesday morning I awoke to realize that my GRE prep book hold had expired. I called to my local library, and talked to a librarian who said I should have it "by Thursday or Friday," so of course I explained my procrastination to her and that I NEEDED IT NOW. To which she replied: Oh it's a really big book, I doubt you'll get through it by Saturday.
Um..... challenge accepted!
The first thing the book tells you (well technically you have to read it...obvs) is that this isn't the sort of test that can be "crammed for." Again... challenge accepted. If there's anything my expensive private school education taught me, it's that I can cram my little booty off.
GRE....bring it on!
P.S. Let's ignore the fact that I forgot to put on make up this morning for work, so I am very "fresh faced" in my photo. Nbd.
Upon returning from Houston I was thrust knee deep (twss?) into GRE prep. Before I left for Houston I realized I needed to take the GRE like....yesterday... to get my scores to my #1 school in time. So of course I scheduled the test for ten days out. I put a GRE prep book on hold at my library, and go figure it came in at noon last Wednesday....after my flight left at 10am.
When my flight home was delayed 2 1/2 hours out of Minneapolis, I was really wishing I had some materials to study, but to no avail. Wednesday morning I awoke to realize that my GRE prep book hold had expired. I called to my local library, and talked to a librarian who said I should have it "by Thursday or Friday," so of course I explained my procrastination to her and that I NEEDED IT NOW. To which she replied: Oh it's a really big book, I doubt you'll get through it by Saturday.
Um..... challenge accepted!
The first thing the book tells you (well technically you have to read it...obvs) is that this isn't the sort of test that can be "crammed for." Again... challenge accepted. If there's anything my expensive private school education taught me, it's that I can cram my little booty off.
GRE....bring it on!
P.S. Let's ignore the fact that I forgot to put on make up this morning for work, so I am very "fresh faced" in my photo. Nbd.
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