*wistful sigh*
So, I'm at that point where I can look back on my last relationship and go, "Awww, that was cute" and not feel sad. Still, there are certain things I miss - cuddles and light kisses especially. Not specifically with Matt, just in general.
I've never been a touchy-feely person, at least not with people. I will gladly manhandle anything nonhuman that is fuzzy, squishy, or both. I guess I'm just too uptight and dorky. I don't know how to gauge comfort levels with other people so I just let everybody have their personal space. Lots of personal space. :P In turn, I give off this "lots of personal space" vibe that people respond to as well, and then in the end I'm left cuddling a pillow instead. (Or maybe Squee, but I have be careful about crushing her.)
When I finally had "permission" (if you will) for being touchy-feedy with someone without receiving the cold shoulder or feeling completely awkward about it, I must say I really went all out. Sorry Matt. :P
So yeah, I'm just missing that sort of tender physical contact, but I don't feel up to muddling through various male psyches to get to that point. *sigh* Darned my laziness and introvertedness. So I guess the moral of this whole post is:
I need a dog.
Something relatively lighthearted...I think...
I present you: a conversation you wouldn't necessarily want to have with your cousin...
asianguy: have you seen predator?
azncupycake18: parts
azncupycake18: i especially enjoyed the part where jesse ventura called other people (ahnuld among them) a bunch of slack-jawed faggots
azncupycake18: ...i think that was the only part i enjoyed...
asianguy: that's too bad...there are so many fine moments
asianguy: i especially like the part where they indiscriminately blow up the jungle
asianguy: it is phallic hilarity at its finest
azncupycake18: ah
azncupycake18: phallic hilarity?
azncupycake18: trees?
azncupycake18: missiles? TNT?
asianguy: guns
asianguy: the movie is all about the guns
asianguy: can you think of a more phallic symbol?
azncupycake18: power drills
azncupycake18: well, i've actually used power drills...
asianguy: but they have no discharge
azncupycake18: i...guess....
azncupycake18: EW
azncupycake18: thanks a lot
asianguy: hahaha that's the whole point of a phallic symbol!
So yeah. I shall be meeting said cousin next week for his sister's wedding wheee! It seems that I will have to attend the rehearsal dinner, whatever that entails...
And next week, back off to Taiwan. Grandma died on Sunday morning (PST) so it's back off we go. Will have more on that later...when I have more on that.
Figures that my senior year winter break would be full of this flying around the world stuff when I should be working on thesis. Typically my winter break consists of sleeping late and watching late night movies on TV. No wait, I'm doing that too....
I'll just shut up now.
Going out with a bang...
Not quite the ending to fall semester classes as I'd like - slept through one and fainted in the other. :P
Well, I felt fine when I woke up but 20 minutes into Animal Behavior, I started feeling nauseous and dizzy. It went for about 5 minutes before I figured it was probably better to go to the bathroom or lie down in the lounge...whichever I got to first. I ended up stumbling into the next room (the Seaver South seminar room) since my vision was really going by that point and I couldn't walk straight, and fainted on the table.
I immediately woke up (nobody saw me) and managed to get myself to the lounge and lay on a sofa for the rest of the class. I felt dizzy the rest of the day, and was lightheaded the morning after as well.
Just in case (well, since I had never had a fainting episode before and it came on with no warning), I stopped by the Student Health Center and they did a blood test. I got the results today and everything is.....normal! Tada!
Well, good that it's normal but not so good that the nurses are grasping at straws figuring out what was wrong with me on Wednesday morning. My glucose levels were a bit high but they were at 100 and their normal range is 65-99 so that isn't "statistically significant." LOL I mentioned that phrase and the nurse immediately knew I did research.
I hadn't had anything particularly sugary that morning, so my glucose levels may actually be higher normally. Like now, after I've downed probably 10 mint chocolate Hershey's Kisses. Boy, am I really awake now. Wheeeee!
Anyhow, they're having me keep a food journal (like I'm on a diet LOL) and any other symptoms I feel from now until Monday, when I'll have yet another follow-up appointment.
Actually, I think the explanation is pretty simple. My dad told me later (after completely freaking out) that he fainted suddenly in the shower once. Obviously this means that I've inherited all of my negative qualities from him.
Thanks a lot, Dad. :P
Hear hear!
Just read a
response to a
Wall Street Journal article my sister sent us since it mentioned my old high school.
For all of the talk surrounding Lynbrook and how "hard" and "stressful" it is, I actually thought it was pretty easy. The stereotype that "all Asian parents pressure their kids" is just that - a stereotype. My mom practically gave up trying to get me and my sister to study by middle school. (My dad was never around to witness the disobedience, LOL.) TV was okay, and so was Internet and AIM. The work got done. Our grades kept up. Sure, I stayed up late all the time (was always a crappy time manager compared to lil sis) but I think that's pretty normal even here at Pomona.
From the WSJ:
When Matthew, now a student at Notre Dame, finished middle school eight years ago, Ms. Doherty decided to send him to Bellarmine College Preparatory, a Jesuit school that she says has a culture that "values the whole child."
And any Asian-majority school doesn't value the whole child? Bullshit. You get what you put in. It's called "parenting." I'm hardly an academically-driven individual - I'd rather be sleeping (haha), painting, drawing, playing piano, or ice skating. I'm not too shabby at any of them, if I must say. I don't think I know anyone else who actively pursues half of the things I do. My sister is a debate whiz and churns out handmade cards like no tomorrow. She's way more academically-driven (and extroverted) than I am, but she's definitely
interested in what she's learning, and not just focused on the GPA.
I don't know about anyone else, but I thrive on challenges. You will get me motivated and productive to the max if you say to me, "I don't think you can do this." I'll go and show you. :P
Just this past week a piano piece I was playing was in a really poor state (because I hadn't been putting in the practice time har) and Gayle sort of looked at me askew after I had played for her and said, "Um....I don't think you can do this piece at the performance class this Saturday." Well, I
did. When I told her that day what I was playing, she said not to worry if I couldn't get through the whole thing. And I
did. Of course it wasn't perfect, but it was a hundred times better than it was earlier that week. (It also took 5 hours of practice time in 2 days, something that I almost NEVER do.)
So yeah. I need to be doubted more often.
I don't know, though. If all parents did that then there would be talk of "Oh, parents aren't challenging their kids enough!" What's a parent to do, really?
