Shat

Lab absolutely didn't work and Professor was completely clueless and nobody knows what's wrong with our oscilloscope, so Nikita goes, "I know what's wrong. Hell just shat on us. That's right; it shat on us."

I haven't laughed that hard in what seems like forever.

Maybe it's just the system. Maybe it's their actual incompetence. Either way, I am feeling an extremely strong hatred towards doctors.

For some dang reason, I always have experiences where I go in, obviously because I couldn't handle my symptoms at home, and get sent home with nothin but a recap of my symptoms, a large bill, and facts I could have found on Google. I know I should be thankful that nothing's physically wrong with me, but really? That's the best you got to help me feel better? I really am skeptic of your compassion. Is it that you really care for me and want to help cute me? Or is it to win over my heart so I can help pay your bills?

Maybe that's one of the reasons why I wanted to become a doctor so badly. So I could prove to myself that there are doctors who care about their patients and not their patients' money.

Sigh, mini rant over. My poor baby is still suffering and after waiting 2 hours, he's sent home exactly the way he came. I finished watching "Warm Bodies" in the waiting room and still no results. I don't know if you walk away happy thinking you just made easy money or if you're sad that you didn't help him at all but make him feel more uncomfortable by probing him?

F... I'm ranting again. G'night, or should I say, good morning. Ugh. #helplessness

Part 2 of this morning's dream

The dream transitioned to me and Michelle and Jodie and Jessica making macarons at some really fancy, nice school, then we went across campus to make some more, but chocolate ones this time in another classroom but then the bell rang for class so we packed up and were about to go when we remembered that we didn't take the macarons out of the oven yet from the other room! So me and Jodie ran back, but halfway, I realized I forgot my backpack so I went back for it and told Jodie to just keep going because her knee hurt but she insisted in not leaving me and I was really thankful for her. We ran back, got my backpack, and the dream ended.

Meeko just got fixed and he's the saddest dog ever right now and I'm the saddest dog owner ever right now. ):

Took Meeko to the medical center.

Worked out with my parents.

Went grocery shopping.

Had lunch with my aunt and her family.

Washed three cars inside-out.

Picked up my lil pooper.

And the day isn't even over yet...

Oh, the things you do when you get up at 6 in the morn. (:

I sometimes wonder if you know I love you as much as I do.

"All night long, baby slow down the song..." (;

Guilty pleasure as my homework jam. <3

"Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change. You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way... Don't you see the starlight? Don't you dream impossible things?"

<3 Thanks for the uplifting, Lindalove.

I don't study enough.
I study too much.
I don't know how to study.

I'm trying really hard to not think about the fact that I'm not good enough for you.

It's really hard to stay strong when you keep thinking of me as weak.
Just like how it's really hard to keep standing up when you know you're going to be pushed down even harder.

Is it all in my mind--all this negativity?

I can't remember the last time I've ever done anything for myself.
Maybe it's the memory issue... maybe it's actually been a really long time.

Stupid girl hormones.

"Sad Serenade" - Selena Gomez

Happier times,
flash through my mind
We both say its over, 
and I believe it this time 
All the pain that I hide,
let it play through the night

I wont regret what I wont forget
Memories and your number,
are all I have left

I wish you the best, I really do,
even though I know that I'm still not over you
I know that we both are to blame
I can't believe, you didn't fight harder for me

The more you love, the more it hurts,
when it ends, when it's over
All that's left are the memories,
playing over, and over

In your head, and in your heart
Turn it up, make it stop
Tonight, all over the world,
the most beautiful song ever heard

Is a sad, sad serenade
Sad serenade, we almost got it right
A sad, sad serenade
Sad serenade, for every broken heart tonight

All the love that we made
Turn it up, let it play

I'm sorry you're helpless. I'm sorry I am. I'm sorry we all are.
"When there's a will, there's a way" but it'll be too late by the time we find a way.
I'm sorry we're at their mercy.
I can't do much--in fact, I can't do anything in this circumstance,
but I hope you know that I'm here for you. <3

Please keep on fighting.
You're the one promise I remember and the one I plan on fulfilling.
Please wait for me.

Who has a best friend that bought her The Counter for lunch?

I DO. <333

Too thankful for her in my life. <3

So I just got into CHEM7L and I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad, but right now, it's kind of a negative feeling. See, I should be happy because I finally got this class that I NEED and has extremely long waitlists with almost no chance of getting in, but I didn't want to get it so that I could continue taking physics with the decent professor whose name sounds like a Pokemon. Why not both? I don't think I can handle it with Ochem and Math stacked on top. Even if I drop ASL, that's 4 core classes that each require a lot of time. Poops. Oh, school.

Then Tua Cu was talking to me and told me to relax. Of all things, that's the best way to study. & I told him that I could never relax. That I was always worried. He told me to be confident. But I never am. That's not me. No matter how hard I've studied, there's always more I could have done. & I love all of you who have such faith in me but I can't see it. Realistically, I don't have faith in myself. I try to; I really do. But it's hard to relax. Especially when you feel like you're carrying the weight of your world on your shoulders. See and I can't even begin to think of myself because there's so many people out there more unfortunate, dealing with so much more problems and troubles that I can't even begin to imagine. So my life? It's really nothing compared to them.

Aye, I hate this. I hate going in circles, arguing with myself. I never get anywhere.
& I don't like talking to people because I feel like I'm whining and throwing myself a pity party.
So I blog. Herro there.
Maybe I'll look back one day and laugh about how silly I was. Okay, optimism.
I'm going to force myself to push the "Publish" button before I Ctrl+A and press delete again.

& ready, set, go.

Can I interview you?

Sure! *waits for questions*

... *questions never come*

*K is scribbling stuff down in her notebook.*

"So... Any questions?"

T: "She doesn't need to ask any. She already knows all about you."

Easiest interview ever.

Serious road rage issues. ):

"Because you fed him bananas, his thingy stuck up today."

(:

"I'm embracing my flat chest because I don't have any breasts. It's quite fashionable these days. I've learned to embrace the 12-year old boy look."

-Jade from Little Mix

I didn't think I would cry...

Guess I proved myself wrong again.