New Layout

Fuck, the uploader totally demolished the quality of my .jpg header, buttt... I really don't care too much. I could be really anal about it and do a direct link to my photobucket account, but that would destroy my bandwidth like Freiza destroying Vegeta. I did try the direct link to tell you the truth, just to try it out, but it fucked up the placement of the actual layout halfway down the page.

Ahh, so I'm still awake because I snoozed at 1800h yesterday and woke up around 22ooh. So. I'm still awake. After rewatching Om Shanti Om, and bastardizing the lyrics for Dhoom Taana, I can now say I can crappily regurgitate the first six or so lines of that song.

Faking knowing other languages is hard. Well, you know, trying to be decent at it. For example, not just fucking making up "ching chong chang" sounds for Chinese.

I'm sort of regretting making it pink, but I was staring at all my breast cancer awareness stuff today so no doubt that had influence in what my layout choice was. I ended up vectoring one of my pictures to make a decent looking silhouette for the top header.

I should be studying for my pathophysiology midterm -- which I will. Tomorrow. Ughhh... clinical is coming up closer and closer. I can't say I'm exactly looking forward to it either. I'm in the Obstetrics/Gynecology section slash community nursing one, which means its the easier of the two clinicals. But, whatever. I'm going to have to to Medical Surgical for the first 6 weeks of Winter 2009, which means I'm not going to regularily be coming to campus for at least 12 weeks. Woah. I think I'm going to miss it.

If you read my other blog, you'd know I was super super interested in taking the accellerated program just to get it over and done with. But man, I won't lie when I say I don't mind going to school. /nerd. Four years, after some consideration, doesn't look too bad.

But then again, I'm more than likely going to school again when those four years are up.

And yesterday, at Chad's House Party, I tasted the best caramel apple crisp I had ever had in my life. It was literally awesome having a party in my life. It was delicious. Mmmm... soooo good.

And since no blog post should be without pictures, here's an artists rendition of a baby coming out of a vagina:



ALSO:

FROST FROST FROST FROST FROST FROST.

Ben Sherman Fashion Show

What a fantabu-fuckingly-awesome day.

Today was an absolute RIOT.

A RIOT I SAY.

I haven't laughed soooo hard in soooo long.

The Highlights:

• Lunch with German man.
  
• The Birthing Process: some friends were randomly going through my text book and the first page they opened was full frontal graphic pictures of a baby coming out of a vagina. I've since flagged the page, and it was the best conversation starter in the world.
  
• Best text of the day: "I am releasing the fudge dragon."
• Meeting Roxanne in the elevator.
• The wave to Roxanne & I at RATT. Good job, Sven.
  
• Happy Birthday, Eric.
• Not having my ID. =(
• Dancing with Tasha.
  
• "You're not fat. You're skinny."
• The Ben Sherman Fashion Show at Color Blind on Whyte Ave: Invite only, bitchesssss. Bought the best white on white checkered shirt I've ever seen.
  
• Sven's Awesome-ly Sexy shirt
• Chilling with Roxanne at her Cafe d'Awesome for two hours. Seriously fun times.
• Getting my status hacked. Fucking again. Jesus, why does it ALWAYS have to be about fucking diarrhea or the mad shits or farting. Boys are so narrow minded. Although, I technically have to blame this one on a girl...
  
• Hacking Sven's status and switching it to say: "Sven has a small penis." REVENGE IS SWEET.
  

What a great fucking day.

Good Riddance (Green Day)

I'm working on three hours of sleep with aching non-butch muscles. My arms ache from free rock climbing (/fail) on Tuesday, then proceeding to sit down for the rest of the day to write a 10 page research paper. Rolling out of bed the next day and proceeding to work out really helped out the pangs of not-awesome.

If I get butch arms from working out, I'm going to fake girl cry. But not really. My arms have seriously gone from skinny puny Asian uselessness to "wow, I can't wrap my one hand around my right bicep anymore."

It doesn't sound impressive, but it really is.

My right arm is getting considerably bigger than my left one. I keep frowning at either one -- maybe through stare therapy, one may expand or the other will shrink. I've decided to try to become increasing ambidexterous. The first task I assigned myself was to use my left hand as much as possible.

Brushing my teeth with my left hand was ridiculous.

But yeah, three hours of sleep. I'm actually buzzing with energy. Raring to go. Sleep is for the weak.

I say that, but I actually love sleep. Won't even lie. Sleep is awesome. But mind over matter, my dearest, and you can run on very little. Sleep, that is.

Today: workout, sit in a psychology class (that's not mine), Jasminder-time, Greg&Matt in CAB, N290, busride, wings @ Suzy Cues.

This is my first truly public blog. I have a lot of my thoughts scattered on the internet, but this place seemed like a nice new corner to shove stuff into.




Thought of the day:
Have the strength to be vulnerable.