Being An Olaf

I promised my friend in the tech instrumentation class that I would be her subject for some practice on the VO2 max on the treadmill and VO2 estimation with the cycle ergometer (measures your oxygen consumption and efficiency during exercise). I found out that also there is a chance that she will want to try an anaerobic treadmill test, a round with the spirometer (lung volume), and possibly the bod pod.

The bod pod is a test that uses air displacement to measure your body composition and body fat percentage. On one hand, I know how accurate it is and I want to know my body fat percentage, but on the other hand I don't want to know. I hope I just go in with VO2 and give her the data she needs. I hope I don't have to go near the bod pod.

Well, I said I'd be a source of data for her knowing it was a possibility and being willing to take that gamble, so here goes. I head up to the lab in an hour.

I'm thinking about calling the whole non-birth control thing quits and going back on the pill. I'm in a lot of pain a lot of the time and I can tell my hormones are wonky. That combined with the fact that my eating is all over the place is just a lot going on right now. My boyfriend's been struggling as well, so I'm trying to support him and keep him floating when I am barely supporting myself.

So lets start listing some positives. I got the internship at Advice and Aid Pregnancy Centers this summer! Yay! Now, I'm not 21, so they won't let me into the client rooms to do any kind of counseling, or even shadowing (I know, sadness) but I will get to do client interactions in the main rooms and be able to be a part of some of the phone and skype counseling. The boss, Amber, really likes me and says it's a dumb rule and is going to try and find ways around it so I can get some experience. I'll also pay for my keep doing some front desk/reception work and doing some data entry.

Another happy moment: my boyfriend and I went on a walk and found baby foxes! It was funny, we were walking in the cemetery, a place where there is death, and we found life. It was a mommy, a daddy, and three babies, living under a shed.

I don't know why we were walking in the cemetery. Maybe because we were talking about Josh. We've both been thinking about him a lot lately, and that's been rough. We were talking about personality disorders in my abnormal psych class and it actually reminded me of something I said to my mom in December. I was talking about how I was sure Josh had some kind of autism or aspergers, but not quite like that. Like, he was such a recluse to a degree that social contact was painful for him, and he talked to me when he knew he needed social contact. He had no sexual interest, things like that.

Well, in Abnormal, we talked about something called Schizoid personality disorder, and it described Josh to a T. That got me thinking about him again. Wondering what he would say to me now. I want to tell him where I'm at and ask where he's at, but then I remember he won't answer. I'm still Facebook friends with him, which is kinda surreal.

Anyway, enough about Josh. I found this pic of Olaf and probably laughed harder than I should've. Story of my life bruh! Look down, oops, something has impaled me again! But even though he was impaled and melted and all those things, he still had the brightest of personalities. Here's to being an Olaf.