The week I watched tv on tv, oh and I was sick again!

I believe when we last left me I had woken up sunday morning with a stuffed up nose and a sore throat, which I blamed on my mother for thinking I was sick before I started actually feeling sick. So that was the theme of the week but it also had other interesting tid-bits.

Monday morning was literature class and then more partying for the fact that I had already turned in on Friday. So instead I headed to the Common Room (a separate building by the laundry room (down the hill from my room) with wifi and a piano and a tv) and worked on my Social Movements reading while actually watching british tv. Okay American shows but it was on a british channel and there were british commercials. Then it was back to my room, where I actually did nothing.

I put this in because I need to edit my post from last week. I did not do nothing last Monday I went to hangout with Hannah and I watched the Princess Bride and painted my nails and the Monday before that Hannah and I watched Crazy, Stupid, Love so this Monday Hannah was in London and we couldn't hang out which reminded me that Monday is normally my Hannah day and I missed hanging out with her.

Tuesday morning as usual was my morning to get things done, so I headed out on my run, mailed some letters, and then did my laundry (which lead to more time in the common room - seeing an american commercial re-done with a British voice over was totally bizarre). Then there was a lunch and talk at the chapel which I enjoyed. Finally I had some dinner and then went off to Sacred Space which this week was prayer stations, and I am happy to report that I didn't cry at all this time. In fact I spent most of it thanking God for the blessings in my life. Tuesday night I went downstairs to Martin and Michael's kitchen for a birthday celebration for Martin but since I had no desire to drink I basically had some cake and left.

Wednesday I woke up feeling even more sick than I had the last two days. The original plan of the day was class-several hours in the library-discussion group for social movements-fireworks display outside the student union-christian union scavenger hunt.

Here is what happened instead: Class, get mail, crawl in bed, sleep, wake up, sleep, wake up, lay in bed until discussion group, discussion group, more bed, soup for dinner, skype mom, call Anjee, lose miserably at WarLight to dad while also talking to Hannah since she came over.

Basically in an attempt to take care of myself I avoided all the outdoor activities but the downside of that was ditching Hannah and not being able to tell her since she lost her cell phone and so she ended up coming over so we could chat.

Thursday I was feeling slightly better and so after my Social Movements I was able to spend two hours in the library and get frustrated because after success last week with my homework I am struggling severely with this weeks homework. Then after my second class and stopping back at my room it was off to Hannah's room. We managed to make homemade mac and cheese and chicken nuggets and I got her to watch the first episode of Gilmore Girls (She is hooked, I am so excited). Then we went to Jesus Jam which was wonderful as usual.

Friday was fulfilling my to-do list. After Math, I had lunch with Hannah, printed my train tickets, picked up my homework from the math building, checked my mail, went to the study abroad office, and then tried (not so well) to work on my math homework. Spent the rest of the night relaxing in my room. Still lacking some energy from being sick.

Saturday morning I attempted to sleep in which didn't go as well as I had hoped. Then I went for a run which was really more of a walk because my lungs hurt and I was tired and it was cold, but I still absolutely love the views on my run and I think sometime this week (or maybe next) I am going to walk it instead of running so that I can take pictures along the way. I fought with my math homework more, still not going well. Then I headed out to catch the bus to the train station. I asked the cheaper bus if he stopped at the train station, he doesn't, so after pulling some money out of the ATM and buying a Kit Kat bar so I had change (bus drivers get rather angry if you don't have the proper change) I hurried to the bus, which didn't hurry at all. In fact it stopped at the Newcastle Bus Station for 25 minutes before we were able to get on another bus and by the time that bus got to the train station I ran (literally) inside to watch my train pull away. So I had to buy a new ticket, but on the upside I was able to ride the train with the rest of the Christian Union group.

The Christmas Markets were quite an interesting site. I quickly learned that the emphasis is much more on eating than it is on walking. I waited past the frankfurters, the waffles, the pretzels and the hot chocolate (I had had some before the train with the extra time I had and the free one from my punch card) until the Garlic Bread that Jemma and I had been talking about since we got off the train. Yes it was good and yes it was worth it but for as freezing cold as I felt before the garlic bread I felt even colder after. The train back was so comfortable and warm.

Now it comes to Sunday. As I was walking to the Chapel this morning I managed to slip and fall along the ground that I didn't realize had actually iced over. Then after Chapel before the usual heading to Lindsey Bar I realized that I had lost my keys, they weren't in pocket the only place I ever store them. So then after asking two different security drop points and still no keys I had to be let in my room and I have been here ever since because I don't want to leave it open and go off somewhere. So I'm still struggling with my math homework which means Monday is going to be a big ball of stress, but its okay.

Why is it okay? Because we made it to December and I think the ridiculously homesick version of me from September had a lot of trouble believing that a version of me happy and thanking God for all of these blessings in December would actually exist. I feel like being closer to the end has made me more reflective of the different parts of the journey that I have faced.