Handicapped

Ah... the long weekend has passed. How unfortunate. I'm tired. Anyway, I was reminded this weekend of why I never get manicures. It's because I ruin my nails the second I leave the salon. I hate not being able to do things with my hands afterward. It's just not possible. My mom pretty much had to do everything for me... put my bag on my shoulder, open the car door, put on my seatbelt... it was so annoying, and I hated that I couldn't do it by myself. Is this how royalty is? 'Cause it frickin' sucks! I felt so disabled. I ended up having to go back to the place to get two of my nails redone because I ruined them so badly. And I just ruined another two sometime in between last night and this morning. I really do suck at being a girl sometimes. I don't even know how they're not all going to get ruined tomorrow night at softball practice... especially my left hand, where I'll be wearing a batting glove AND my fielding glove on top. GG.

My internal alarm clock both screws me and saves me. It screwed me yesterday when I wanted to sleep in 'cause I hadn't slept in allllllll weekend... but I frickin' woke up at 8-ish for absolutely no reason, even though I was dead tired... and I couldn't fall back to sleep. It was annoying as hell! So I flopped around for about two hours before I finally decided to just give in and get up. Needless to say, I was tired for the whole day, and very easily irritated to say the least. However, it saved me this morning because I totally forgot to set my alarm clock last night... this could've turned out very badly. But my internal alarm clock woke me up at 6:55... which was perfect. But at that point, I decided to set my alarm for 7:20 so I could get in some extra shut-eye. Then I was late for work. GG, again.

New toy!

It's true. I've been converted.

More about this later... when I actually stop being so confused about this new OS. I need some time to sulk right now because I really friggin' miss my dog.

Puppy Love

So this was my Mel Lastman Square experience. It was ooooookay. Why is my hair so... orange? Disgusting.

Anyway, I'm super sad because we're giving away my dog... I posted a picture a long time ago, but just in case you don't remember her in all her sickeningly (is that a word?) cute splendour:

Now do you understand why I'm sad? That's my dog, Hailey. Okay - I'm not a superficial dog owner, I'm not gonna miss her just because she's cute. She's pretty much the best dog EVER... and it always made my day a little bit brighter when she'd wait for me at the door whenever she heard my key turning. I'm even gonna miss the way she always poops on the couch whenever we're out for too long and she gets pissed. Damn. I spent all my life begging my parents for a dog. A year later I finally convinced them, we have to give her away. That's pretty gay. Well, she's going to my old piano teacher's place... and we're pretty tight, so I will be visiting often. But... boo. I love my dog, and I'm going to miss her a hell of a lot. BIG FAT SAD FACE.

Brawl'd Out

Call me a nerd, but I just spent Friday and Sunday night of this past weekend at my best friend's house playing...

I can't say that I'm particularly good at it, but prior to this weekend, I've never touched it in my life. I'm currently mastering the art of using Kirby... who I liken to Peter from Heroes, 'cause he can steal other peoples' powers. I'm kind of at the stage where I keep using the same three moves over and over again... for lack of better knowledge of any special "combos", but I'm getting there! I also like the fact that I can float away from people and also save myself from any suicidal attempts off the platform/stage. My kill count is pretty sporadic... sometimes I'll get 0 kills, but other times, I'll get anywhere from 4 to 6 kills. Therefore, the guys didn't really want to be on my team. HAHA. In my defence... I'm still learning. I'll pwn all you dinguses, and you'll all be fighting to the death to have me on your teams. Chyeaaaa.

I bought batting gloves at the National sale this weekend for $9... my Asian "sweet deal" instinct at its best. Softball this hasn't been as intense as it has been other years, mostly because we have a lot of new and younger players this year. We've been trying our best, but our record is already lower than it has been... but that's okay. It's still been uber fun. My hitting has gotten significantly better this year... I think I owe it to my bat. Haha. We have a few photographers that come around the games every so often, and it seems that they always catch me in the most retarded of poses.

Somebody please tell me why I'm doing that. Please.

Either that, or I'm just making some extremely unflattering face...

LAWL.

I was having a conversation with a friend yesterday about girls checking out other girls, and whether or not guys did the same. I know for a fact that there are many girls that like to give the "one-down" when they first see another girl. Their eyes kinda sweep you from head-to-toe, and the face that comes after the "one-down" will determine whether or not they approve... and usually, they do not. Girls generally do not like for other girls to be prettier, dress better, or have a hotter boyfriend than them. It poses a threat. It leads to assumptions and completely irrational judgements. It leads to...

...except of the female variety. "N****, WHAT?"

Which leads me to wonder... do guys do this, too? Or is it just the innate catty nature of girls that provokes this defensive instinct? Hmmmmm... clue me in, boys. Inquiring minds would like to know.

EDIT: Okay. I think some people are misunderstanding my question... haha. Or rather, I may have phrased it in a different way than I was thinking it. What I meant was... is there anything that guys do to kind of like... "size each other up"? Haha... whether you take that literally or not, that's kinda what I meant.

A Little Taste of Awesome

I'm pretty sure that I always knew that I was going to be a science kid. Not arts, not business... but science, which is one spot down from engineering on the list of "programs-that-you-may-fail-in-university". So when university began, I knew that I was never going to get to experience the sheer joy of having a day off. I knew I'd always be up to my eyebrows in lectures, labs, and tutorials... there was no escape.

BUT ALAS, I think I have found an escape. In third year, I'm going to have Tuesdays off in the fall term, and I quite possibly may have Tuesdays AND Thursdays off in the winter term! I think I've just hit the science student jackpot. There are a few factors that have contributed to this rare phenomenon. Firstly, all my lectures and labs fall on Mondays/Wednesdays/Fridays in both terms, in exception of the one 10:30-11:30 AM lab I have on Thursday mornings in the fall term. Secondly, since I was not able to enroll into any of the bio classes I wanted as they were full (cap at 40? COME ON, we're a frickin' university!)... I'm taking my bio classes at UW. My physiology class in the fall term is offered by distance ed, so I won't have to go on campus for that, and my evolution class in the winter term is offered on MWF. I'm also taking women's studies (heheheh... bird course) and developmental psych on DE, sooo... no classes for those two, either.

I'm actually feeling really blessed and thankful for this, 'cause a lot of my courses this year are rather difficult and require much reading and concentration. I'm really gonna need these days to keep up with my studying and assignments and whatnot. The fall term is really crucial for me, since I need to up my GPA to secure my spot in a specific program by the end of it. I don't think anybody realizes how intense I'm going to be. I don't even think I realize how intense I'm going to be. I'm gonna making a hell of a lot of love to my textbooks in the library. Oh, yeaaaaah.

I realize this was a boring post. Oops. I'll put on my cap of extravagance another day.

TGIalmostF. I'm freakin' exhausted.