Eating too much

I've been eating like non-stop since I've moved back home. So not cool. I have to find a way to lose the weight somehow. I'm sure it'll come once I move back out in September or so.

I have midterms just around the corner. I should be panicking. I should be studying my ass off now so I don't start regretting later on.

Someone. Something. Please. Motivate. Me. To. Study. LOL. Because clearly, I don't have the discipline to do so.

New Layout

I think I've really improved on not changing my layout so often. I'm proud. Sorta. I guess I have better things to do now.

So I've been thinking about it and finally I've come to the conclusion that I'm just not going to do anything. Okay, I haven't been thinking about it A LOT but it has been on my mind. I was thinking what would be the RIGHT thing to do to just find closure in all of this. And I think the best option is just to leave it alone. I don't need to clean up the mess that no one really sees or cares about. The only reason why I want to clean it up is because -I- see it and -I- care about it but I think it's come to a point where I don't -want- to care about it anymore even though I do. It's so long gone and just history. Why dig it up to clean it up? It's not like I don't have enough on my hands already.

I don't find it necessarily wrong for me to just leave it there, after all, I wasn't the only one who made the mess. Whether or not you decide to take responsibility of it is up to you, but it doesn't concern me anymore nor do I need you to acknowledge your responsibility in order for me to move on. If you ever decide to come back and clean up the mess, I won't be there to help you just because I've waited long enough and I gave you so many chances to prove me wrong. And if you never come back or if you never cared, then I know I've made the right decision today. It may have taken me longer to figure it out but you know the drill, "Better late than never."

I've been so tired of waiting with all the pieces in my hands, trying to understand it, justify it, put it back together somehow so I wouldn't have to feel so bad about breaking it in the first place. But I guess we were both too quick to judge, you only saw the bad, when I kept giving you the benefit of the doubt. So I'm done. The pieces are there. I'm not even going to bother burying it because I don't give a shit anymore and I'm just going to move the fuck on.

Crazy day!!!

So I woke up this morning with the thought, "Shit. Do I -have- to go to court today?!" And I was running through all the days of the week of when I can go and I realized that if I don't go today, it would have to be sometime next week and I just don't want to wait that long.

So I go there and it's totally packed! Why are there so many people in trouble with the law??? Geez. So I go there and it's one of those "grab a number and wait in line" kind of things. So there were like 5 options for grabbing a number:
1. Payment
2. Reopening a case/appeals
3. Court date
4. ----
5. ----

And I had no idea which one to grab??? I don't remember option 4/5 but I knew for sure those ones didn't apply to me. So I just grabbed a number for the first three options, lol and waited for them to call my number. Then when it was finally my turn to go in, the guy was actually really nice, and I asked them if I was going to get a criminal record and he laughed at me! And he's like, "You didn't do anything in the criminal code of conduct." And I was like, "Okay... " Whatever that means. And he was like, "If I gave you a parking ticket, is that going to go on your criminal record?" And I was like, "WTF?! You're testing me now?! How the hell am I supposed to know????" But I guessed and I was like, "Uhh... yes?" And he laughed again. And then he gives me this speech about what I can violate and what I can't. Nice. I, personally, just wanted to get out of there. And after I left, he's like, "You're probably one of those people who work yourself up over everything." Pfffft. Okay. Thanks. He was still a judge so I couldn't be like, "Dude, you met me for like 5 minutes. Don't judge me even though you're a judge." LOL. So I just smiled and waited in line again.

I left the place at 10:40.

Then I had to Viva down to see my friend and we grabbed lunch together. I miss her. It's so easy being friends with her. No drama, no hidden messages, no complications. Just really good friends, at least, from my perspective anyway. After lunch, I had to bus down to my lecture. GAH.

Totally sucked. By the third hour, I wasn't even listening anymore, all I heard was, "Yellow... blue... green... red... yellow... blue... green... and by the way, cyan isn't a real colour." Just for your information, we were learning the visual system.

Then after class I went to my friend's place because she wanted me to check out her condo. LOL. It was actually really really really nice, I was so jealous and she was being this ungrateful bitch going, "Yo man... my parents should've gotten me a bigger place." I knew she was just kidding though. We get along and I'm glad we understand each other but sometimes I feel like she's got something to hide. But then again, don't we all?

Nothing gold can stay

I loved it. I really loved it. It was my life at one point. It was my entire life at one point. I think at one point, I loved it more than I loved myself.

But I guess it's true. I do get bored of things easily. I thought that love would never end. I thought it would last forever.

But I guess it's true. I do get bored of things easily.

It doesn't make me excited and happy anymore. It doesn't flawlessly and effortlessly bring a smile to my face anymore. I just don't care about it anymore.

I guess it's true. I do get bored of things easily. I wish I didn't though. I wish I still loved it. I wish I could hold onto it. I wish I didn't grow out of it so fast.

I feel kind of bad. I almost kind of feel guilty that I stopped loving it. And it's not that I only stopped loving it, I stopped caring about it altogether. It actually kind of makes me a little bit sick, like the feeling of eating too much chocolate cake.

Maybe if I wait a while I might love it again. But I doubt it. It's sad that I don't miss it. I just miss loving it.

Failure to See

Dearest,

I remember a friend telling me that she never knew how pessimistic I was. Of course, I wasn't angry that time, but there was something inside that told me how wrong that sounded. I am realistic. Of course, you're going to tell me that's what every pessimists call themselves these days. I told her, "You don't even know half the things I have to go through everyday." I've learned that life isn't all rainbows and unicorns. I don't see the glass half empty or half full. I try to see who's holding the glass and then predict how much there would be left depending on the person. I might underestimate how much there would be left but that doesn't necessarily mean I'm pessimistic, it just means I prepared myself for the worst.

And sometimes, even when I pack my bag and brace myself for the worst, far worst come and I'm so unprepared for it. So when things like that happen, how can she tell me I'm pessimistic when I can still smile everyday and she's the one running frantic about your future???

I think I am unprepared even when I try to be prepared because I still try to see the good in everything and everyone. And that takes so much more effort and trouble than you think. If I read too much into the situation, I'd be called over-analytical and taking-everything-personally, but if I don't try at all, then I'm dunce and blind. For instance, if a friend is annoyed, do I assume that she's annoyed with me or do I brush it off as her having a bad day? A pessimist would probably just call her a bitch. If a friend is late, do I assume that she just isn't as excited as I am to watch the movie or do I give her the benefit of the doubt that she's probably just stuck in a traffic jam? A pessimist would probably assume she died. So I guess... I'll accept being called blind but I do not accept being called a pessimist.

Just two days ago, the worst thing happened to me. Okay, it's actually not that bad now that I think over all the crap I had to go through in the past 20 years. But nonetheless, it hurt and it was embarrassing and I'm so disappointed in myself and I wish I didn't tell anyone about it.

Sometimes I don't know if I complain too much or if I really do go through so much more than the average person. I know everyone has their own problems but do they suffer as much as me?! I always assume that every weird thing I experience is very "typical" and "everyone-goes-through-it", but all this crap that happens just can't be normal. I don't tell everyone everything because I don't want to come across as a whiny bitch who just isn't grateful for the fact that she's living and isn't starving in Africa and dying of cancer or aids with 20 brothers and sisters who need food and clean water and probably a new roof because the storm last night blew it off.

Whether or not it's normal, I've sort of learned to live with my bad luck and my blindness. It's not that I don't *enjoy* learning and growing but sometimes I wish I was just smarter as a person. I don't want to be stupid. I don't want to be taken advantage of. I want to be someone my mom can say, "Okay. Go out and have fun because I know you're a smart kid who can handle herself." And not, "Okay. Go out and have fun but... Don't talk to strangers or hobos. Drive slowly. Don't drink. And if you're driving along the road and you see a dead animal please don't stop and try to bury it in the grass, just drive around it."

Do you think there will come a day when I can just be me and be glad I am?

I've missed you. So much.

Over yet?

So today I spent an hour in the inventory room cleaning up after Rube Goldberg. I threw out a lot of stuff since a lot of it wasn't usable anymore.

Emanuel asked me what to do with the extra 33 bags of corn starch and these aren't like grocery bags, they're like large dirt/sand/salt industrial bags. We've decided to get rid of them since the building has a mice problem so it would be impossible to keep them. But where do we sell 33 bags of corn starch? Many of the bags were out in the rain, so Emanuel had a problem with selling them out to kitchens and restaurants... which are the ideal selling locations for corn starch. Maybe I'll make a posting on craigslist or ebay. I'll get my brother to do it, he can sell anything lol.

So I still haven't added the guy back yet. Hm... I think the reason behind that is because if I add him, I'm afraid I'm just going to spend all this time stalking him whereas if I just reject him I won't be able to keep checking his profile nor would I have the guts to even re-add him. Eh. I think I'll just flip a coin over this. I can't spend too much time thinking about it. I've already started studying for the damn midterm in like 2 weeks. Wth?! I know, I'm just so stressed right now. But when am I not?

Scientific Love

SO TODAY HAS BEEN A RELATIVELY GOOD DAY. I spent most of the day with my mom and we even baked two cakes together! And to top off the wonderful day... guess what happened?! The guy I had a crush on added me on Facebook!!! Gosh, I sound so high school-ish man. Okay, it's not a crush. I don't actually really like him. My attraction towards him is kind of strange. It's not like a strong ionic electrostatic attraction, it's more like hmm... van der Waal's forces or dipole attractions. Maybe more dipole dipole interactions. I mean, the attraction is only there when I'm with him and it's so on and off. You know... van der Waal's forces are actually pretty strong when there's a lot of them and they do help stabilize any large molecular structure...

BUT POINT IS. HE ADDED ME ON FACEBOOK!!! It's the guy I mentioned about, you know, the one I met at Science Rendezvous. Sigh. Too bad he isn't older than me... so do I accept or reject??? LOL.

Fool me... how many times?

I hate kids. Especially when they cry. I can't stand it. Number one sign I should never be a mother. I'd probably end up being one of those psychotic mothers who brutally kill their kids. LOL. I say this because today and yesterday I had to prep three babies and they ALL cried. I mean, it's probably me, I'm just scary to the kids lol. And I don't understand how babies are so bipolar. One minute their crying like its the end of the world and the next they stop like nothing happened. WTF?! Geez. Get ahold of your emotions please.

I'm at the doctor's volunteering right now. I'm so tired. I can't believe I have to bus to school today for a 3 hour lecture. Just thinking about it makes me sleepy already.

You're not a nice person. Thanks for showing me... once again.

And a not-so-grande finale...

This post is so long overdue. I've had so much to say but didn't have the time to actually sit down and write it all out. The past two weeks went by like a blur, a bad one though. There would've been so many things I would've done differently. Actually, maybe not even just the last two weeks, more like the last two years. But again, I can't deal with regret so I just try not to think about it.

My nail has almost healed! That's good news. It's actually growing back a lot faster than expected, maybe it's an automatic mechanism? I have been eating a lot of proteins to get it growing again but for the most part, it's healed pretty nicely now.

Science Rendezvous is over. I don't know what to think about it. Deep down, I actually don't know because for the most time I was just at Rube Goldberg. But on a superficial level, I think it actually went pretty nicely. The theme was fulfilled and we all had fun building it so whatever. The busking I thought went pretty nicely too. I heard the Non-Newtonian pool and Volcano did work for the first half of the day and so for such bad planning on our parts, it worked out as well as it could've. I have to be honest that it rained, making it easier to make excuses for our lacking attractions, lol. I don't know if I want to come back next year. The only reason I think I would come back is because I know I can do a way better job since I pretty much learned everything we weren't supposed to do.

Yesterday I spent the entire day doing nothing. I woke up at 11:30, which I think was pretty early considering how much I slept for the past two weeks. I guess I actually can't sleep past 12. I just caught up in my Korean dramas for the entire day and that's about it. I didn't even do anything on my To-Do list. I wish my life was like a Korean drama. I think I've say that some time before. They always have such sweet happy endings. And although some of them have really cheesy love story lines, I think some of them are so PERFECT!!!!! Watching Personal Preference and Cinderella's Sister made me realize how much I don't understand love. I don't understand people who can't sleep because of it. I don't understand how it makes people drive at 200km/h. LOL. It's either 1. I have just forgotten what it's like to really like someone or 2. I've never really liked someone that much to begin with.

There are always some scenes that I never get bored of. I never get bored of the scenes where the guy gets jealous at the girl for talking to another guy. LOL. I'm so lame. And I never get bored of those scenes where the girl walks away and the guy pulls her back and kisses her. LMAO. AGAIN. I KNOW. I'M SO LAME.

Right now I'm volunteering at the doctor's office and guess who happens to also volunteer here? FRED. Yo. Like what a coincidence! And today I just had to prep a 2 year old and she knew she was getting a needle so she wouldn't stop crying and she wouldn't go on the weighing machine and she was just loud and annoying! I HATE KIDS! Why do they cry so much... geez... there are so many other horrible things in life that you're going to have to face so get used to it!!!!!

Oh and last week we celebrated Jen's birthday! Well, sorta... we went to Hmart and then Demetres. Both times Sherry and I tried to surprise her but failed so miserably. I'm just a bad liar, I need to practice more. But the thing is, I don't even think I'm that bad of a liar, you can only tell I'm lying if you suspect it. If you don't think I'll lie about something, usually you'll just pass off my "smile" as a stephanie-thing. You know?

Today I had BCH210. I already feel like shit. I don't want to learn anything. LOL. And I hate the professor, I know she tries hard to make jokes and stuff but no, they just suck.

I can't wait to go home today and just rest. I'm so tired of everything already. And the thing is, I'm so glad I'm going HOME and not like a place downtown. I really don't want to move out in September. Well, the thought of it right now just kind of scares me. What if second year repeats itself??? What am I going to do??? I think if second-year repeats itself, it's shows that there's something wrong with me and not others. And I'm always afraid of being the problem of every situation. Ugh... seriously. I'm so scared for September.

My brother might be staying in Toronto for university, I think I might've mentioned that somewhere already. I don't know if it's a good thing. I really want him to go far away for post secondary education, not because I don't him anywhere near me, lol, but because I want him to be independent and learn what the real world is like. He's so sheltered, he's so used to getting money from my parents, he's so used to not doing anything at home or anywhere, he's not used to not being nagged. I think for him to leave is a good thing. It'll force him to learn that the world doesn't orbit around him, not everyone is going to give a damn about him and yes, it IS UNFAIR SO LIVE WITH IT!

Okay. I don't know what to say. This post is kind of random and all over the place. Obviously, I didn't plan this one out nicely, I just splurged. I want a real summer. I want a real vacation. Hopefully, I'll get one soon so I can get everyone souvenirs!!! And take lots of pictures!!! And tell stories!!! AND SEE THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD!!! I dream of that day...

So MAD but IN LOVE

Today was so frustrating and upsetting, I nearly died of trying to hold in my anger. But at least the both of us were professional about it. I don't mind. I honestly. Don't mind.

HAPPY NOTE!!! BECAUSE I NEVER POST ENOUGH HAPPY STUFF!!!

I met this guy who reminds me of Taecyeon. He doesn't look like him in any way but some reason when I look at him, I think of Taec... I'm not sure why and of course, my heart just flutters away. He's not gorg or hot, but SOMETHING about him makes him look good. It's so irrational. I don't know anything about him so I'm sure all of this is all on a very superficial level.

Tomorrow is going to be another long shitty day. Why do I get myself into such stressful situations? SIGH* All I hope is at the end of it, they ask me to come back next year. Why? Because that means I did a darn heck of a good job.