Early to bed and early to rise...

...makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.  I get up at 6:00 every morning now.  It's pretty awesome.  I have so much more time in my day.  And I'm never late for class anymore... no trouble finding parking... I don't even need 9 hours of sleep anymore.  I feel happier.  I definitely recommend it.  I started doing it so I could work out, but I've been doing homework instead.  Now I'm taking a class where my homework IS to work out... hmm.

The only downside is that every day around 4:00 P.M. I hit a wall and it becomes incredibly difficult for me to keep my eyes open.  But 4 o'clock is way too late to take a nap, and I have classes during appropriate nap times.

I can't believe how much I'm learning.  Just when I think my learning on a certain subject has peaked, I take a class that tops everything.  Happens every semester.  Love it.

I'm pretty sure my body is getting normal finally (except for the whole pregnancy symptoms for PMS ordeal... which I guess is normal... I feel so nauseous right now... yet I want to devour everything I smell--food-wise.  Chocolate, peanut butter, and a coffee flavored power bar that I specifically remember the Lloyds used to have when we were younger).  The infections seem to be gone.  I've been making a substantial effort to eat better AND sleep better... or at least go to sleep at reasonable times.  I can't make myself actually sleep better.  In fact, I haven't had a restful night's sleep since I came to Rexburg--except that one time when I was sick and Anton gave me Niquil, which I had never had before, and it knocked me out for 10 hours (didn't wake up once).  But then I couldn't sleep for two weeks after that.

Anyway, the sun is shining, Anton and I are planning picnics and camping trips, people are finally letting me babysit their kids, and I just discovered the most amazing cake.  I don't really like cake (except cheesecake, which is the best), but I went to a friend's birthday party and she had an ice cream cake from Coldstone.  I always knew ice cream cake was my favorite (even though I hadn't had it since I was like 7).  It was so yummy!

Discovering how delightful the word Chia sounds...

I love vinegar!  My electric tea pot (one of my most favorite kitchen appliances... of the three kitchen appliances that I have) gets hard water stains on it every so often, and nothing cleans hard water stains on stainless steel... except vinegar.  Course it makes my house smell very pungent, because I put the vinegar in it and turn it on to clean it.  But it cleans like nothing else.  I also like to drink vinegar.  Mixed with water--I tried drinking it by itself one time, just to see... I started suffocating.

Anyway, school's out!  For a week.  Then I go back again.  And again, and again.  I don't think I'll ever stop wondering what I'm supposed to be doing for homework.  But I am finally enjoying some peace now that my atrociously loud and annoying neighbors are gone.

My hair is getting very long.  I feel like doing something drastic like a super short, layered cut.  But I'm afraid.  Can't undo a haircut.  It's taken me three years just to get it this long again (then again, I have been cutting it during the three years).

I've been wondering... if you capsule a certain food, or whatever, that is healthy but gross, will it do the same thing as eating it?  Like Anti-plague, Chia seeds, Aloe plant meat, or stuff like that?

Oh, I baked a cheesecake!  From scratch.  First I made it for a friend because I borrowed her pie pan and etched their name into it without asking, and decided to return it with a cheesecake in it so they wouldn't notice... but Anton saw me making it and smelled it (it smelled divine) and thought it was for him.  He was so excited and it was so sweet, I just couldn't make him watch me give it to someone else.  So we ate it and it was so yummy!  I love making cheesecake from scratch, now.  I made another one and gave the pie pan back.  And told them what I was trying to cover up.

I went to the dentist this week.  It was the third try of trying to get a couple fillings.  The anesthetic wasn't working so they told me to come back later.  I came back later and it still didn't work.  He kept trying several shots of different kinds of anesthetic and nothing worked so he'd send me home.  This time they shot me up six times with the strongest stuff they had (plus laughing gas), and I still felt everything.  I was flopping around in my chair because of all the nerves he was hitting, but it had to be done.  Of all the the things my body could choose to be resistant to it had to be dental anesthesia.  Hmph.

Not doing my homework...might as well blog.

I feel like my life is made up of one big ball of stress.
I started having pregnancy symptoms over three weeks ago.  Every single symptom.  One week is PMS, two weeks, kinda stretchin' it, but still could be PMS, three weeks... that's definitely suspicious.  I'm not pregnant, though.  Just WEIRD.
Symptoms for pregnancy and PMS are mostly the same... but having to pee every 10 minutes... I thought for sure that one was just pregnancy (it's also a symptom of a UTI but I don't have one of those).  Whatever.  It's like the little boy who cried wolf--I won't believe my body when I actually am pregnant.

Anyway, I'm pretty impressed with myself for this semester.  Much learning, and good grades.  But I am so ready for finals to be over and to get a little breather from school.  I've been breaking out pretty badly, probably from stress.  And going to bed at odd times, like 7 p.m.  Bleh.
I'm trying to get up at 6 every morning to work out... and it's working great!  Except instead of working out I've been doing homework.

My landlords are back, which means my incredibly annoying neighbors are leaving.  Yes!  I guess I didn't realize how much I hate having neighbors until I came to the city... of Rexburg.

Heh, Anton's alarm just went off, and I told him he better get up and go to class, to which he replied, "Hate trees!"  As in, "I hate trees."  Not sure what that was about.  He does say some pretty funny things when he's sleep talking.  Half the time it's in Russian and I have no idea what it means.

So excited for the nice weather, finally!  And for our garden.  It's going to be great!  Anton wants to can stuff from our garden, because we'll definitely have an abundance of food.  Guess I'll add a pressure cooker to the list of things I need to save up for.  (And learn how to use).