I promised myself that a rejection from Vanderbilt would not break me. I expected a spot on the wait list, but it was still frustrating to receive. I know that this is a fantastic way to test my patience- something I vowed to work on this year. However, it also feels like a slap in the face. Why interview me only to put me in this position? Did I blow the interview? What am I missing as an applicant? These are questions I know better than to ask, but will continue to wonder. All I can do now is focus on my hail-mary interview for Northeastern coming on Friday-- truly a shock, because I messed up in my application to their school. Anyway, if that doesn't work out, hope for an acceptance from Quinnipiac. Quinnipiac is in gorgeous Connecticut, very near to Yale. I know that it is competitive, but so am I. Maybe starting with a BSN won't be such a bad thing. Taking my time would probably be the best thing for me. If Quinnipiac rejects me, than I will know for sure that time is what the doctor ordered. I will make the best of my time, studying for the GRE, accruing volunteer experience, and working out with my gorgeous, intelligent, and sweet boyfriend. It could be worse, right :)

January 2

Indulging in a Gilmore Girls marathon on the couch.... nothing has ever felt so right! It's nice to be in the living room... something about this tiny apartment drives me and Corey to be in the bedroom constantly (it isn't how it sounds... theres just no where to "be" in this apartment). I managed to shake my headache, no doubt brought on by my allergies. Today we planned to run at 11:00 but we both decided it wasn't worth the drive. I can't wait to live somewhere that allows for neighborhood running.

Didn't eat very healthily today! However, work was easy and I got to watch Rachael's wedding makeup consultation at Sephora, so that was fun :) Went to alehouse with the Season's crew... that was also fun.

Boring post! However, I did decide to make more of an effort to cook at home... a bad bought of nacho's nudged me in the right direction on that one.

Good morrow!

January 1

Day one.... 1.25 mile run at Riverside park, healthy breakfast and lunch. Also.... HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER MARATHON

1000 Words

Those little dogs were dining on OC's patio a few Sunday's ago. I thought they were cute. I have a heart for pugs.

Today I gave blood. And passed out not a lot baby girl, just a little bit. The good news: While having my arm drained, I listened to the likes of Trey Songz and Rhianna through the Blood Bus speaker system. That was a very nice distraction. I was completely fine until the needle was out. They asked me to raise my arm, and the second I did I became all warm and I kept trying to close my eyes (pass out) and my stomach churned like I was going to throw up. And then I lost consciousness. Luckily they revived me quickly and efficiently with a sopping wet cold towel and a patch of ammonia. Hooray NH3!

And, also.

I have been such a colossal biatch to my family lately, I decided to buy something pretty for the dinner table (relationship between two concepts- minimal). Something about the fact that flowers are living brings me great joy. These are the flowers I want to carry down the aisle at my wedding. Well, not the exact ones I purchased today. They will be long gone (so it goes). But I want calla lilies in my hands at my wedding, and thats the real moral of the story here.

Another question.

Am I having a slow breakdown or am I rebuilding?

"I've never loved somebody fully, always one foot on the ground. By protecting myself truly, I got lost in the sounds I hear in my mind."

Lost and found.

Sometimes you stumble across something that is perfect.