Whelp, this week marks week #5 of my second semester of senior year. And it doesn’t seem too bad so far. So far.

The weather has been typical New England lately: we got hit with less than a foot of snow all last week, subfreezing temperatures, more snow on Monday, and rain and 50 degrees on Tuesday. Yep. I expect nothing less than a PMSing Mother Nature in New England. I’d like to think I’ve gotten the hang of dressing appropriately to the weather.

Classes are manageable. I’ve had some work to do but not too much where I’m overwhelmed. It feels weird to have free time, but I think I was so used to the end of last semester when I had those two big papers due plus presentations. I know that’s just around the corner this semester, so wish me luck.

My internship is good. I’ve been mostly sending out emails (I’ve probably sent out over 1,000 in the last two weeks) for two different projects. The first is to update/check records for newspaper rates for different papers across the country, and the second is to get affidavits for a particular client’s ads that run in newspapers. I made cupcakes for everyone in the office last Friday for Valentine’s Day, and everyone was really excited. Everyone is really nice and helpful, so it makes me feel less anxious about trying new things or dealing with things I might not understand.

I got to hang out with my dogs for an entire weekend two weeks ago, and it was amazing. Of course I was tempted to bring them back with me, but my parents said no. It was really nice to be home and relax; it was definitely needed. It was Super Bowl weekend, and my mom made so many amazing treats, like cheeseburger sliders, mozzarella sticks, chicken nachos, wings, popcorn chicken, and ice cream sandwiches (mine is pictured above!)

I hate to admit this, but I haven’t been to the gym as much as I’d like to. With the lousy weather this past week, I didn’t feel like trekking through the snow, rain, and ice. But I’ve found that when I go, and when I run especially, I get frustrated with myself. Don’t get me wrong – I’m happy that I can run a mile, but it’s discouraging when I know people who can normally run 5-6 miles like it’s nothing. I often blame my asthma as the reason why I don’t run, but after I finish my mile, my lungs feel like they’re on fire and I’m going to die. And I’ve been running since last year (not every day, maybe one to three times a week), so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I know that going more frequently could help, but I get frustrated and end up laying in bed watching Netflix instead. I hope I can find some new inspiration soon because I’ve realized that if I don’t go to the gym for multiple days in a row, I get grumpy.

The ice cream shop opens tomorrow (yes, this is normal and people think we should be open year round), and I’m going home next weekend (Feb. 27-28) to work. It’ll be great to see the girls I work with again (and the free ice cream doesn’t hurt!)

Hope everyone has been staying warm during this whacked-out New England winter! (Besides it’s a perfect excuse to binge-watch tv).