This past week was the worst week of my life - health wise-
I was extremely over tired and I hadn’t been eating regularly and I was stressed out from all of the work I had to get done for finals. So this one day, I was at this coffee shop and I had been there for 6 hours. I guess I had forgotten to eat, but all I had consumed was cappuccinos and teas and I think I ate a single carrot or something. I was really nervous because I had a deadline to meet…and this really wonderful girl from Yale I met offered me a cigarette.
So after I smoked, I went back inside and took a seat to get work done. And then all of a sudden I felt clammy and hot. I figured it was just my anxiety. I didn’t think that perhaps because I’m hypoglycemic that the fact that I hadn’t eaten all day was probably taking its toll. I stood up to go splash water on my face in the bathroom, and the next thing I know I was unconscious in some guys lap and there was puke all over him.
I COLLAPSED unconsciously while walking to the bathroom from low blood sugar, and I threw up on a random guy. He was a total gem (and a med student) and took care of me while I proceeded to puke coffee up four more times.
I’m fine now, but yeah. that happened.
this is what I look like these days.
some things that have recently happened:
- I have a masters now
- i’ve actually been leaving the house to see friends
- I have free time
- I have spent meaningful time with people other than Alan (whom I miss very much)
- I can do like 3 pull ups and I can easily hold my handstands and forearm stands now.
I am definitely not the kind of person you would want to make hate you…I will mercilessly make you feel like shit about yourself.
i think i’m getting stomach ulcers from excitement.
so I’m looking at English teacher positions in Barcelona…I’m fucking thrilled. I pretty much set myself up to be the perfect candidate for teaching English in a foreign country without even realizing. I speak Spanish, I’m applying for my E.U citizenship, I just got a masters in Foreign Language Education etc etc etc. I can’t believe I was freaking out, but freaking out has led me to this realization so it’s all fine and things are going really well right now in my brain. If it doesn’t work out then whatever, I tried, I can be miserable, but at least I will have known that I gave myself a chance.
It’s been a real long while since I posted anything on here and the only reason I decided to actually write a post is for some insight.
Has anyone, or does anyone know someone, that has done the TEFL program in Spain??
I’m looking for the fastest way possible to get a job in Spain. I am going to sell my soul to the money demons and save up as much $$$ as I can living with my parents and waitressing so that I can get the hell out of this country. Any insight or help is duly appreciated.
If you have a food blog and don’t post some easy access link to the recipe for the food you post then you are the worst person on the planet. Just go away.
Guess what?! In a little over a month, I will be done with my masters program, and my boyfriend put his two weeks in and is leaving for tour for a month. When he gets back, we’ll be closing the New Haven chapter of our life. (thank god we are getting the fuck out of here). I’m so excited. I’m hoping i’ll have enough money left over by the end of this to buy us plane tickets to LA. I’m kind of sad i’ll be moving farther away from my best friend, but she was planning on moving to Chicago anyways, and I feel like this is all okay. Also, my parents are going to be really upset. Eventually we’ll make our way back, but for right now this is the right thing. This is a good thing. I’m not afraid to move there and fail, because I can always come back home, but that’s not going to happen. I won’t allow myself to fail there, I’ve never allowed myself to totally fail, so that’s good.