its that time of year again. (no its not the most wonderful time of the year, dont get your hopes too high.) its the start of school! a time that makes me want to manically buy boxes upon boxes of pencils, pens, and those cute little markers and then a couple weeks later makes me want to use my recent purchases to stab my skull. im not going to lie to you blogspot, i have mixed feelings about school. its not by any means a feelings smoothie but at least a emotion salad. im super excited about being able to completely start over, to wipe the slate clean and start fresh. ive got a new school, a new schedule and a new maturity level. but im nervous like no one can believe. i messed up so badly last year and im scared that im going to repeat my mistakes. it is said that "those who dont study history are doomed to repeat it". luckily im taking history and government this semester so i wont repeat my mistakes right? but i really am hopeful. my schedule is as follows.
mondays-
930-1050: intro to public speaking
12-1250: american federal government
130-4: english comp 1
530-8: us history from the civil war
wednesdays-
930-1050: intro to public speaking
12-1250: american federal government
130-4: english comp 1
fridays-
12-1250: american federal government
so im going to be at occc all day. which means i wont have much else to do besides do my homework and study. im really glad it worked out that way. my problem isnt that im not intelligent, because i am. (hair toss) my problem is my lack of discipline. thats the flaw that i need to overcome not only in this semester, but in my life.
so here we go! this is the beginning of the new amanda. new town. new apartment. new school. new classes. new friends. new lifestyle. new outlook.
new.. its basically ew with a n. damn.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Exercise = Muscle Punishment
lately, my food intake has increased and my heart race has been on the decline. this is becoming more and more evident by my lack of definition in my stomach and bloated ass. the thing is, im naturally a thin girl and i have abs, its just that theyre hiding behind a layer of brownies. so last night, mary kate and i sought to solve the ever growing stomach problem by going for a run. (note: i did not suggest this. obvi) but i got on the sportsbra and soffees and complied with her excercise euphoria. unfortunately and predictably it did not remain as euphoric as once hoped. about five minutes in we started cramping, mk got shin splints and i witnessed my knees turn to pale and unshaven jelly. but, like any respectable coughlin, we persevered and actually ran/jogged/walked for over an hour. hail the conquering heroes!
we interrupt this blog to bring you this announcement: it is currently 3:33 am. make a wish.
now back to your regularly scheduled rambling..
so we arrived back at the apartment and i did a couple quick stretches, hopped in the shower and got ready for a night out. and thats where i went wrong... because apparently, when you endure a strenuous workout for the first time in months, youre supposed to stretch like a yogi master in order to avoid the hellish and dreaded muscle soreness. as made evident earlier, i only did a couple fingertip-to-the-carpet routines so i was in for a world of hurt. let me rephrase; eighteen galaxies worth of hurt. i woke up the next morning and experienced a sensation similar to when joints are placed in cement and then frozen at subzero temperatures for a couple thousand years, give or take a couple months. when i finally plopped myself on the ground, i tried to recouperate by attemping my weak-ass stretches, but the cemented joints refused to comply and instead plunged me into pain. i spent the rest of the day silently whimpering while i walked and groaning when i lifted so much as a finger let alone (god forbid) a whole arm.
despite the annoyance and pain and short-of-breath that accompanies exercise, i do realize that its important if i a) want to be healthy, b) want to look sa-mokin, and c) live longer than the age of thirty-five.
so it is with a heavy, yet quickly beating heart that i announce my return to the world of fitness.
knee-joints and boobs, youre in for a bumpy ride..
we interrupt this blog to bring you this announcement: it is currently 3:33 am. make a wish.
now back to your regularly scheduled rambling..
so we arrived back at the apartment and i did a couple quick stretches, hopped in the shower and got ready for a night out. and thats where i went wrong... because apparently, when you endure a strenuous workout for the first time in months, youre supposed to stretch like a yogi master in order to avoid the hellish and dreaded muscle soreness. as made evident earlier, i only did a couple fingertip-to-the-carpet routines so i was in for a world of hurt. let me rephrase; eighteen galaxies worth of hurt. i woke up the next morning and experienced a sensation similar to when joints are placed in cement and then frozen at subzero temperatures for a couple thousand years, give or take a couple months. when i finally plopped myself on the ground, i tried to recouperate by attemping my weak-ass stretches, but the cemented joints refused to comply and instead plunged me into pain. i spent the rest of the day silently whimpering while i walked and groaning when i lifted so much as a finger let alone (god forbid) a whole arm.
despite the annoyance and pain and short-of-breath that accompanies exercise, i do realize that its important if i a) want to be healthy, b) want to look sa-mokin, and c) live longer than the age of thirty-five.
so it is with a heavy, yet quickly beating heart that i announce my return to the world of fitness.
knee-joints and boobs, youre in for a bumpy ride..
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Changes
today has been a very interesting and incredibly productive day. but im winding it all down. its three thirty and im watching sex and the city in my new apartment. thats right. my new apartment. eek! im sharing with my sister. we moved in today with the help of some of mary kates guy friends. thank god for them, otherwise we would have been two non-muscled white girls trying to lift a bed frame and ending up dropping said bed frame over the three-story balcony. after everything got settled in, i made the boys a spaghetti dinner and might i say that it was a freaking fantastic dinner. mama leone would be so proud.
its interesting, the changes that are going on in my life. i enrolled at otripp today and even though im proud that i got off my enlarged ass and drove the thirty minutes to get there im still shocked by it all. i did not envision my life this way; that i would be at a community college instead of a four year university taking twelve hours instead of fifteen, commuting an hour a day, three days a week, living in an apartment with my sister. its interesting.. my life is nothing like i planned or wanted, but its everything that i need. there are things missing now, but i know its how its supposed to be. im nineteen for christs sake, i shouldnt have it all figured out. if i did, the rest of my life would be so monotonous and uninteresting. lifes not worth living if youre not constantly on your toes. new motto.
changes are good i guess. even if they are hard to take, scary to accept or fun to experience. cause if we never changed, we wouldnt exist. we wouldnt evolve into who we are or should become. we would be stuck in the past and in the pasts past, never knowing any different.
so hey life..
bring on the changes.
its interesting, the changes that are going on in my life. i enrolled at otripp today and even though im proud that i got off my enlarged ass and drove the thirty minutes to get there im still shocked by it all. i did not envision my life this way; that i would be at a community college instead of a four year university taking twelve hours instead of fifteen, commuting an hour a day, three days a week, living in an apartment with my sister. its interesting.. my life is nothing like i planned or wanted, but its everything that i need. there are things missing now, but i know its how its supposed to be. im nineteen for christs sake, i shouldnt have it all figured out. if i did, the rest of my life would be so monotonous and uninteresting. lifes not worth living if youre not constantly on your toes. new motto.
changes are good i guess. even if they are hard to take, scary to accept or fun to experience. cause if we never changed, we wouldnt exist. we wouldnt evolve into who we are or should become. we would be stuck in the past and in the pasts past, never knowing any different.
so hey life..
bring on the changes.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
No Longer A Blogspot Virgin!
hello blogspot,
my name is amanda coughlin. there are some things you should know about me before we get started.
1- i am super bored.
2- i am up way too early.
3- i like to speak my mind and get things off my chest.
so these things have collided and ive decided to set up a blog. brace yourself internet! youre about to get a heavy dose of my thoughts! you might need a helmet. or a sedative. probably both..
until next time..
amandamargaret
my name is amanda coughlin. there are some things you should know about me before we get started.
1- i am super bored.
2- i am up way too early.
3- i like to speak my mind and get things off my chest.
so these things have collided and ive decided to set up a blog. brace yourself internet! youre about to get a heavy dose of my thoughts! you might need a helmet. or a sedative. probably both..
until next time..
amandamargaret
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