common cold, pneumonia, cancer?!

Wow that escalated quickly.

Living in a dorm is all sorts of fun. Getting to live with your best friends, staying up late, having midnight feasts, and throwing parties for every single holiday you can think of, life couldn’t get much better. Except when it’s 70 degrees outside and the heating system in the dorms is on.

Because my dorm was built such a long time ago, only heating or cooling can be turned on at once. There is one control for the entire building, and once it started getting cooler outside, maintenance turned off the air conditioning and turns on the heating. BUT, because Alabama weather is so crazy, it’ll be 40 degrees one week and 70 degrees the next. You can see the problem with this, right?

add in that they arent gonna switch the AC back til the spring

It got so stuffy in our room that I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. Just imagine, it’s 73 degrees outside with the heat blowing in your face. Delightful isn’t it? Luckily, we have windows that can open in our dorm, so we kept our windows open all day, everyday. Here’s where the problem came in: it might have been warm outside during the day, but the temperature drops big time at night. So sleeping with the window open? Not such a great idea.

But, being the smart, responsible adult that I am, I slept with my window open. Thus, I woke up from my really cold dreams of turning into Elsa (from Frozen) with a chest-wracking cough and a headache. I thought I was actually going to die. However, being the smart and sort of health-conscientious, I quickly typed all of my symptoms into Google to see what life-threatening disease I had.

The first diagnosis that popped up? Cancer. After staring at the screen in shock, Before my brain spiraled out of control, I took a couple of deep breaths and calmed myself. I mean, everyone knows that the internet will diagnose anything and everything with cancer. So, using my smartness, I moved on to the next diagnosis: pneumonia. And that is when I fell down the rabbit hole.

Pneumonia is basically an infection of the lungs (take notes, pre-meds). And according to trusty old Google, it can stem from food that you get into your lungs. In case you were wondering, I swallowed an entire piece of gnocchi down the wrong pipe a couple of weeks ago. Coincidence? I think not. Moving on: raspy cough, chest pain, and feeling tired. My coughs were 100% raspy (#nastyraspy), I had chest pain when I coughed, and I was always tired. Now that I was thoroughly convinced that I had pneumonia and that I was going to die, I phoned my trusty sister who’s in med school. After hearing my hysteric rant, she quickly said, “Emily, calm down, I’ll listen to your lungs.” I breathed deeply, in and out, as she listened.

The verdict? I don’t have pneumonia, I have the common cold. Turns out the raspy cough and chest pain were from my cold, and I wasn’t exactly getting my 6.5 hours of sleep, thus the tiredness. I’M NOT DYING. Don’t get me wrong, it still sucks. But hey, at least it’s not pneumonia. Or cancer.

Currently coughing my lungs up,

Emily

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my black friday story

Ahhhh Black Friday. With all the deals and steals, how could one not love it? As an avid shopper and a very competitive person, I usually fight my way into stores and make a run for objects on my *totally* carefully planned out list. However, this year was 100% crazier than usual.

I started by doing some stretches. I had just eaten a ginormous Thanksgiving dinner and I had to make some room in my stomach so that I could waddle around comfortably. Boots and sweaters from Belk, makeup from Sephora, and a nice lil’ visit to Altar D’ State were all on my list, and I was now ready. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!! (catch my Tswift reference).

After we arrived to the mall, I sprang out of the car and into action. Action, as in I hit my head on the roof of the car, but action nonetheless. As we made our way into Belk, I mentally gave myself a pep talk, got pumped, and ran my way over to the boots section. After I quickly snagged my boots, I speed-waddled my way over to the sweater section and grabbed a couple in my size. Feeling extremely accomplished, I caught sight of my mom at the cash register and I quickly wiggled my way through the crowd to her. I quickly heaved all my items onto the counter and breathed a sigh of relief as I turned to her and said, “Mom, I’m done. Can you buy these?” PLOT TWIST: SHE WASN’T MY MOM. I’m just apparently blind (which is eye-ronic because I want to be an optometrist ahaha rip me).

After I managed to keep breathing through the awkwardly awkward silence, I apologized and took my items off the counter as I went on a journey to find my actual mom. When I finally found her, I showed her my items and she commented on the amount of sweaters that I had grabbed. I then loudly laughed and said, “I got one for each and every one of my split personalities!” Unfortunately for me, the store somehow got extremely quiet when I said that and everyone turned and stared at me (the store clerk was making an announcement about an item on sale). Trying to diffuse the situation, I quickly said, “Guys, it’s okay. I’M A GEMINI!” Now feeling extremely awkward, I turned to my mom for a hug of acceptance but she quickly turned to the crowd and said, “I don’t know this kid,” disowning her youngest child.

Realizing that my mom was actually going to pretend like she didn’t know me, I left my stuff with her and went and found my dad. Basking in the warmth and acceptance of my dad’s embrace, my ego quickly recovered and we headed out to the next store on my list. HOWEVER, due to my extreme gracefulness, I managed to trip and fall twice on the way out of Belk: once in front of a store clerk (he laughed at me) and another time in front of an elderly gentleman with a walker (my dad visibly sighed and rolled his eyes at this one). In my defense, the floors were really slippery (aka my  walking skillz suck).

Battered and bruised, I finally made it out of the store, and I went to go wait in line at Sephora. Luckily, shopping at Sephora and Altar D’State went off without a hitch and I managed to grab everything on my list at those stores.

Sooooo, that’s my Black Friday experience. It was awkward and semi-painful, but also #worthit because I got some great deals. Will I go Black Friday shopping next year? Yes. Always.

Still shopping even though it’s not Black Friday,

Emily

 

breakfast

Breakfast has always been my favorite meal of the day. With all the waffles, cinnamon rolls, sugary cereals, crunchy bacon, buttery eggs, and crispy potatoes, how could someone not love breakfast? Don’t even get me started on my deep love for breakfast tacos.

The one downside to breakfast? It’s in the morning. Being the extremely lazy and exhausted pigeon that I am, I’m rarely able to muster up the energy to wake up early enough to make and eat food. Heck, I’m barely able to muster up the energy to crawl out of bed and look semi-decent for the day.

My go-to solution was to just skip breakfast. But this didn’t work, because my stomach would be angrily making dying whale sounds aka stomach growlies by 10 am. My next solution was just to grab Pop-tarts and granola bars. This worked for a while, but I wasn’t too keen on eating a ginormous amount of processed foods. BUT THEN, I DISCOVERED IT.

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it….OVERNIGHT OATS AKA THE BEST THINGS IN THE WORLD. Okay, yeah, so I know I’m extremely late onto this bandwagon. In my defense, I’m a super picky eater and I hate oatmeal with a passion. I even managed to convince myself and my mom that eating oatmeal is akin to eating slugs (because oatmeal = slimy and slugs = slimy so by the transitive property of equality, oatmeal = slugs). My mom was really happy with me #not.

For some reason though, overnight oats never had that effect on me. I took one bite of them, and I was hooked. I’ve seriously been making overnight oats every single day, and I still can’t get enough of their cool, creamy goodness. An added bonus to overnight oats? You’ll get to look real hipster and on trend eating food out of a mason jar.

I’ve included my recipe and a beautiful picture taken by yours truly below!

 

overnight oats pic 3

Overnight Oats

INGREDIENTS:

  • 1/3 cup of Old Fashioned Oats
  • 1/2 ish cup of milk (I use soy or almond bc #lactoseintolerance)
  • 1 teaspoon of chia seeds
  • 1 dollop of almond butter
  • 1 dash of cinnamon
  • A handful of fruit (I usually use mixed berries or strawberries)
  • Honey (optional)

INSTRUCTIONS (hopefully helpful) 

  1. Mix together the oats, chia seeds, and milk in a 1-pint mason jar. I put a 1/2 ish cup of milk in the ingredients list because it really depends on you for how much you want to put in! If you put in 1/2 cup of milk, you’ll get a creamier consistency. On the flip side,  if you put in around 2/3 of a cup, you’ll get a thinner, more liquidy consistency. I usually just put in 1/2 cup of milk and let a little bit of extra milk spill into my jar.
  2. Add in a dash of cinnamon and mix that in! I wasn’t really sure how much cinnamon to put on the recipe, but I usually just shake my cinnamon container once over my mason jar (the cinnamon container has the little circles on top to prevent too much from coming out).
  3. Add and mix in the almond butter. I’ll usually take a butter knife, scoop out a good amount, and directly mix the almond butter into the oat mixture with the knife.
  4. Top your oats with fruit and a drizzle of honey! I’ll normally either use frozen mixed berries (I’d say maybe 1/2 cup ish), or 5 fresh, sliced strawberries if I’m feeling feisty. This part is completely up to you! Also, it doesn’t really matter if the fruit is frozen or fresh, because the frozen fruit will defrost overnight!
  5. Stick your finished concoction into the refrigerator for at least 4 hours (yes, I tried this) and it’ll be ready to eat!

The best part about this recipe? It’s super versatile! Don’t like fruit? Change out the almond butter with 2 dollops of Nutella and add half a handful of chocolate chips! Feeling a bit shmexy? Add in some toasted coconut with a splash of vanilla extract (around 1 tsp)! Feeling extra fancy? Add in a couple of spoonfuls of greek yogurt (1/3 cup) and top it with figs and honey!

I hope you enjoyed the recipe and have fun feeling like a put-together, hipster-ish person (because 1. you’re eating breakfast and 2. you’re eating food out of a mason jar)! I apologize if this wasn’t the most helpful or straightforward recipe you’ve ever read, but hey it’s the thought that counts, right?

 

Wishing you happy times with yummy overnight oats,

Emily

PS- I low key had a dream about overnight oats the other night. Yes, I am that obsessed. It was glorious.

15 random facts about me

Hello hello it’s me again! I recently received a response to my blog that mentioned that he would like to know a little bit more about me. He said that my “voice shone through clearly in my writing,” but that he would like to get to know me a bit more because my biography was a bit vague. Since I’m much too lazy to update my biography to address this problem, I’m just going to dedicate a post to random facts about myself. Enjoy!

  1. I love glitter. Anything shiny, sparkly, glitzy, reflective, I’m all for it. I would happily bedazzle the entire world if possible.
  2. Ice cream is my favorite food, but I’m also lactose intolerant so rip me and my bowels.
  3. I live for Disney movies. I’m basically a 3 year old child stuck in a 19 year old’s body.
  4. I can trip over nothing. Literally. It’s a talent.
  5. I’m really great at sleeping. I can fall asleep anywhere: in my cozy bed, on the couch, at the gym, in Genetics class…ahaha definitely not specific examples.
  6. I’m fluent in Chinese. I can read, write, and speak it. Wow, are you impressed yet? (Don’t be. I grew up speaking it and was forced into learning how to read and write it)
  7. I like eyeballs! I’m currently majoring in psychology and on the pre-optometry track!
  8. I get a country accent when I get scared. Just imagine: an Asian girl screaming her head off with a very Southern accent. Yeah, I get a lot of stares but it’s okay because I like attention *flips hair*
  9. I’m a good driver. Ahaha jk I lied. I’m a great driver! Ahahaha jk I lied again. I can kind of drive in a straight line. You can see where this is going.
  10. My spirit animal is a unicorn. They’re sparkly, I’m sparkly. They’re magical, I’m magical. They poop cupcakes and rainbows, I eat cupcakes and admire rainbows. Wow, that just got gross. I am one with nature!!!
  11. I celebrate Christmas 11 months a year. As Buddy the Elf so eloquently stated, “The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.” It’s lit. Rip my friends.
  12. I can sing loudly! For example, my neighbors in the dorm get a nice variety of High School Musical songs each night. Yes, they have reviewed my singing. They’re not exactly fans of High School Musical. Or my singing.
  13. My favorite color is… SPARKLES!! For the haters out there who say that isn’t a color, my second favorite color is a light, dusty, pinkish, pastel color. You know the one.
  14. I was on a competitive swim team for 10 years. I basically always smelled like chlorine.
  15. Electrical outlets are out to get me. I’ve now blown a fuse, destroyed a necklace, and burned a towel all by accident. Send help, I have no idea how this stuff keeps on happening #sparkskeepflying.

 

And that’s all for today! Now that I’ve overloaded y’all with way too much very important information, I’ll say my goodbye and gracefully bow out without tripping over anything.

 

Dropping the mic,

Emily

heartbreak

Why?

Such a simple question, such a complicated answer.

Why are there so many shootings? Why would someone deliberately cause such pain and suffering? Why would someone want to kill innocent people? What gives him the right to take away the precious gift of life?

With news of mass shootings left and right, I can’t help but fear for our future. Things have a tendency to get worse. If it’s this bad now, what’s it going to be like in the future?

The news report of the Sutherland Springs shooting said that the 26 dead ranged from 5 to 72 years old. When I heard the numbers, I was floored. A 5 year old. 5. When I was 5, I didn’t have a care in the world, let alone the thought of being mercilessly murdered. How could someone pull the trigger on a 5 year old? A child with a bright future ahead? Who was the shooter to take that away?

I feel like I’m constantly hearing about a new shooting each month, and I am so tired of it. I’m tired of people shooting and killing other people. I’m tired of all the hate that is being thrown about. I’m tired of crying my eyes out about the injustice of all the lost lives.

Last month it was The Harvest Music Festival shooting. This month it’s the Sutherland Springs shooting. Interspersed with news of vehicles plowing into pedestrians and news of shootings overseas, our world just doesn’t seem like a safe place anymore.

So what can we do? We can make our voices heard. We don’t have to ban guns or make them illegal. However, we can ensure that there are more background checks for those trying to obtain guns, and make the process a little bit harder for those who are trying to weapons of mass destruction.

It’s not much, but it helps with the feeling of being helpless. Helpless in that you can’t go and save those who were affected by the shootings. Empowered in that you won’t have to feel so afraid anymore.

 

Sending my love to all the families of Sutherland Springs,

Emily

confused and desperate

Hey remember that time when I friend-zoned a guy and then debated my life decisions a couple of months after? Yeah I’m back in that situation.

We’ve been hanging out a wholeee lot and now I’m not quite sure how I feel anymore. On one hand, he’s nice, polite, and I enjoy hanging out with him as a friend. On the other hand, I don’t quite like it when he hangs out with other girls alone and I keep wondering what it would be like to be a little more. And finally, on the other mutant hand (my brain’s messed up), I’m wondering if I’m just desperate and settling for him. (I’m also running for the hills for thinking about buckling down into a relationship.)

Having rejected him before, I’m stuck in a very awkward situation. I don’t want to encourage him because I have no idea what my brain is doing. However, I also want to see what it would be like to be in a relationship with him.

So what should I do? Oh don’t worry, I’ve already figured it out.

I’m avoiding the situation and writing another poem about fall. So, here we go. Don’t worry, it’s so bad that it’s good. Just don’t think about it.

An Ode to the Pumpkin Spice Latte

Swirls of flavor,

swimming on my tongue.

Pumpkin and spice,

mix together so nice.

I love it so much,

every single touch.

My lips to the cup,

@ Chanel fill ‘er up.

You’re so delicious,

and somewhat nutritious.

I’ll miss you when you’re gone,

so please stay long.

 

Avoiding my feelings and writing bad poems,

Emily

ps- Chanel is my Starbucks barista. She’s the best.

pps- I promise I’m not crazy.

 

 

 

 

 

an open letter to the boy in the laundry room

Dear Laundry Room Boy,

Hi. How are you? Remember me? We met in the laundry room of the dorm. I was pulling my clothes out of a dryer; you were standing there staring at me. I was perfectly comfortable with you ogling at my butt and at my underwear that I was pulling out the dryer. No big. No big at all.

How would you feel if I deliberately stared at your crotch while watching you take your underwear out of the dryer? Not too great, huh? Embarrassing much? Demeaning much? Put yourself in your victim’s shoes. Imagine what it feels like to have to go through the torture that you are enforcing on the other. Think, and use your brain.

I didn’t think that I could get any more uncomfortable, but you somehow managed to make it happen. When I was rushing to finish grabbing my clothing from the dryer, I tried to go too fast, and I ended up dropping one of my underwear. You instantly stooped down, grabbed it, and stared at it in your hand. I stood there uncomfortably as I waited for you to hand my underwear back. After you finally handed it back, I choked out a “Thank you,” and ran out the door with the rest of my laundry. Fun fact: I threw away the underwear that you touched because I was creeped out. Another fun fact: I’m now scared of doing laundry by myself.

Why did you do it? Why would you do that to me? What was the point? The purpose? WHY????????!!!

 

Hoping that I never see you again,

Emily

 

 

 

 

the time I died in the grass

Once upon a time, I went running with Juhee.

Yeah, I know, running is stupid and painful, but I hadn’t seen her all day and I had missed her face. (On the bright side, I doubled my step goal and got to jam out to T-Swizzle.) Thus, I dropped my uneaten cake on the table, and went to grab my tennis shoes. I quickly hyped myself up for the run by telling myself that I could be the next Oprah Winfrey, and ran downstairs to meet up with Juhee.

We started out easy, stretching on the Campus Green while planning our run. Little did I know that my lungs and legs (and all my body parts) were about to catch on fire. We started running, and Juhee had picked out a hill to run up at the beginning of our route. A HILL. A TALL, STEEP, PAINFUL HILL. I panted, physically weak (like I’m 100% out of shape) as I fought against the hill and somehow made it over. We then continued to run OFF CAMPUS (that’s how far we ran) to a sketchy gas station. (In case you were wondering, I was now 110% dead.) I stopped and walked a couple of times because I actually thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest, but I had committed to running, so I was gonna run (I could be the next Oprah Winfrey, keep up.)

We finally finished our run, and were calmly walking back to our dorm when we once again encountered the Campus Green. I then had the brightest idea ever. Why not finish our run strong by doing one lap around the Green?

IT WAS A MISTAKE. I gave Juhee a motivational speech (I called her a sparkly unicorn) and we set off. (aka she did a lap and I cut through the Green for a shorter route and still died). Juhee finished before me (even though I cheated) and was pacing in circles as I thudded my way over, loudly yelling about how stupid running is. Once I reached her, I promptly laid down on the grass and continued my rant (Long story short, I basically just said that the world is a bad place because running exists).

Unfortunately for me, a certain someone (who shall remain un-named) that I had recently friend-zoned happened to walk by at that moment with a group of his friends. I was still blasting Taylor Swift in my headphones, so I didn’t notice Juhee subtly trying to alert me that he was there. Buuuuttttt I didn’t notice and I continued with my rant from the grass. According to Juhee, he glanced and acted normally, but apparently his friends were staring and laughing at me (RIP me).

Juhee didn’t tell me this until they were well out of earshot, but I was SHOOK.  I had just embarrassed myself and probably that guy too (for liking me) in front of all of his friends. Rip me. Anywayssss, I’m telling myself that I helped him get over me by acting like my normal, crazy self to help ebb the flow of embarrassment.

Going to stop lying and yelling on the grass,

Emily

falling for fall

Oh how I love fall. The swirls of pumpkin spice floating around in the breeze, the crisp, cool air brushing against your skin, the warm, cozy sweaters and scarves, who could ask for more? In honor of my love for all things fall, I’ve written a small, lil’ fall poem. Enjoy!

I am a crispy fall leaf,

floating through the breeze.

Tumbling and twirling,

without thoughts of freeze,

I am warm but not,

cold but hot.

Frosting the grass,

overheating your path.

I’m here now, hello,

turning all the leaves yellow.

Don’t pass me by,

stop me and say hi.

I can’t stay long,

but I’ll leave you with my song.

 

Falling down the stairs (it hurt),

Emily

single again

Rip my love life.

Remember that time that I was excited about a guy? Back in the day (aka 1 month ago), I was ecstatic about starting a relationship with a guy that I thought I had chemistry with. Unfortunately, I backed out.

Having never been in a real relationship, I’m very wary about getting involved in relationships. I usually debate well in advance whether or not I should even pursue one, making pro and con lists for days. What if I pick the wrong guy? That means I’ll have to experience heartbreak and loss, and I’m not sure I could handle completely losing someone that I’m so close to. Maybe that’s why I always keep my boyfriends at an arm’s length. Maybe that’s why none of my relationships last longer than a month.

We had fun grabbing coffee, and just talking in general, but we never actually connected. Maybe I didn’t give it enough time. Maybe I was too hasty in judging him. Maybe I’m just desperate. So many thoughts swirling around in my head.

My roommates and I decided to invite him to a game night, so that they could get to know him (this was before I started freaking out about the whole relationship thing). I excitedly invited him over, and paced while he replied. It was official. He was coming. (We also invited one of his friends so he would know someone else besides me.)

He arrived with his friend and the party began. LOL, actually the party began when one of my roommates got back from yoga. We ate toaster waffles, and immersed ourselves in board games. Four hours later, we were checking him and his friend out of our dorm, and I officially had a verdict. I was gonna let him go.

What next? What did I do? I carefully typed out a friendly text, telling him that I just wanted to be friends because my schedule was so busy. What now? We awkwardly smile and say hello when we run into each other. How do I feel? Relieved, sad, desperate, and very scared of commitment.