Intramural Dodgeball Champs!

You read that right! My team won the intramural dodgeball championship at our school! I've never won an intramural sport in my life, so this was definitely a milestone :)

My team consisted of seven members, five guys, two girls. We dominated the entire time. I don't even think we lost a game....well..now that I think about it, maybe one.

Either way, it was an awesome time. Hope to do it again next year and defend our title!

Here are some pictures of the team in action.

Chillin' before we started dominating the court.
Team huddle.
I'm working so hard!
I thought I'd throw this one in just for fun. Yep, that's me flailing around in the back because I thought I was going to get nailed with a ball (hey, at least I can dodge). Thankfully my trusty teammate caught it (as seen here) just before it hit me. *hint: click picture to zoom in, it really highlights the teams efforts*

Winners!

Photos courtesy of Eric Zhou and Michele Marzella.

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This week has been an interesting one.

It started out with a trip to the local mechanic because I heard a suspicious thumping sound coming from my front left tire area. Usually my car problems are not at all what you would call, quick fixes. I've had my new car for about a year and a half now, and so far so good, but I was just waiting for the one repair that would break this little girls piggy bank.

When I brought the car in, the mechanic took it for a drive. He comes back and informs me that there are two screws in my front left tire. Nope, not just one....two. That explains the tapping noise. I leave it there to get fixed, and he calls about an hour later telling me that 1.) the two left tires were put on backwards....(don't ask me how my previous mechanic managed that one) and 2.) the back left tire also had screws in it. The good thing was that they repaired my current tires. It was repaired within the hour, and I was off with a tiny dent in my piggy bank. I was happy :)

Thursday as I was walking out to my car to go to my two mandatory classes that day, I notice that my car looks tilted. In my head I'm thinking, 'Another flat?', but since I just had two tires repaired, I assumed it was just some optical illusion. Wrong.

You heard me right. Another flat. And on a completely different tire. Back right one this time.
I had a friend from school swing around and pick me up so I wouldn't miss class, and the boy was just getting home from school. He was amazing. He took the flat tire off (which from what he says was quite the workout. Read: it was rusted on, and he had to donkey kick it off), put on my donut tire, and drove it to the mechanics to get it fixed. This tire also had screws in it, and I needed to buy a new tire this time. Shucks, I thought I was done paying for tire repairs. There goes my happy piggy bank.

In the words of the mechanic, "You aren't the unluckiest person I've ever seen, but you're close." Oh good.

Three out of four. 75% of my tires had screws in them. I thought someone had to be doing this to me. I started getting paranoid.

What did I run over? A construction site? Nail gun? What did I do to this mean person stabbing screws in my tires? Do I have an arch enemy in Philly that I don't know about yet?

You guessed it, it was none of the above.

The security guard at school eased my fears. Some smarty-pants contractor dumped a box of screws in one of the only entrances to my school, and he failed to clean them up. I guess over 50 people have had screws in their tires. Some even had screws in all four.

The worst part is that we can't get compensation from anyone for this since it's unknown who didn't clean up their mess.

In happier news, remember that dodge ball game I mentioned a bit earlier. Well that game was today, and my team won the entire tournament!

I'm baaaacckk!

It's been one heck of a month that's for sure. I'm finally able to catch up on my blogging.

What's new? Hmm..Not much has changed. It's insanely nice out here though. Weather has been in the high 60's since a couple weeks ago which is fabulous! I have one month of school left, and no more cramming! That's the good news of the month.

This past week I went to Bloomingdale's to get some new makeup. I normally don't wear any foundation, but my cousin (wedding day makeup artist) had suggested I get some actual foundation that wasn't cover girl. My $7 staple is no more. So after class one day I decided to take the at most 30 minute trip to the mall to get this taken care of. Spoiler alert: It took three hours.

I walk in, bee-line to Clinique because I heard it was the most natural and light looking. I immediately get a little bit apprehensive because a "thinks her makeup makes her look 10 years younger but it really makes her look older" blonde dinosaur decided I would be her target for the day. Judging by the fact that her makeup made her look about 70...I didn't really have much confidence.

I told her I had no idea what I was doing, so she started trying different colors of makeup. I thought one of them looked alright, so I bought it. Go outside, look in the mirror in my car....OH DEAR GOD. I looked like an oompa loompa in natural light. Once again, I bee-line to clinique, but this time I told her I looked like a spray tan victim, and she decides to try another color. This time she learns, tells me to go outside and take a look, and then make the decision based on natural lighting. Still looked horrid. My face was three shades darker orange than my pale white neck. No go. She tries another one, I think it's the best we're going to get, so I buy it and leave. As I'm driving home I ask the boy (he was with me the whole time, but shopping elsewhere in the mall) does my neck look the same as my cheek. Nope. Okay, now I was getting frustrated. I flip around, and we're now headed back to the mall.

This time I decided to stay away from Bloomingdale's, and we go into Macy's instead. My walk was considerably slowed, and I didn't bee-line anywhere, I just kind of wandered around until someone decided to fix my skin.

In comes Terry. Ohhhh magical Terry. She was from Estee Lauder. I told her my story, and she sits me down to work her magic. Within the first minute she got my orange skin color removed, moisturized my face (had no idea I had dry skin until I felt what moisturized skin was like), and found the perfect shade of pale. The best part was that before I even had to mention the natural light issue, she told me to go take a look by the window. She also used a foundation that wasn't really a foundation at all which I loved. I hate cake-y makeup.

Oh, did I mention that Ms. Clinique dinosaur was a bit uncontrolled with her makeup brush? Oh, well she flung it all over my face like a crazy person. I swear she thought she was Rembrandt or something.

Anyways, two days later I wake up with this.....
Viral Conjunctivitis. This my friend is not pink eye, it's worse. Pink eye is bacterial conjunctivitis. I have viral, and viral means it lasts two weeks. I'm contagious for two weeks. It also randomly feels like someone is pinching my cornea with their fingernails which feels just dandy. Let's just say it's a good thing I'm in optometry school. All of my eye care is comped.

Moral of the story, let Terry from Estee Lauder do your makeup.

Updates

I know you've all been on the edge of your seat for the past couple of days waiting to hear how my practical went...;)

I passed!

That basically seals the deal of first year. I just have to pass my finals, and I'll be done with my first year of optometry school. I don't see any problem with doing that!

Still studying for my exam on Monday, but then I have four weeks off before finals! I'm participating in a dodgeball tournament with some friends during that time, going to one of the boy's family member's house for Easter, and hopefully making the trip to D.C.

In completely unrelated news, I still fail at cooking. I couldn't microwave cream of wheat for some reason. It said two minutes, and I was talking to the boy as it was cooking. Came back after two minutes and its all lumpy and still super soupy (haha). Got all mad that it wasn't working out, start reading the directions out loud so the boy could see it wasn't my fault, and that I can actually follow directions.....somewhere "stir every 30 seconds" showed up. Whoops.

Hope everyone has a good weekend! I'm going to be studying my brain off. I really think it's going to fall out soon...