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Showing posts with label ugh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ugh. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

heat.

So, I haven't been updating as much as I'd like to.
Simply put, the weather has been too hot for my taste.
Way. Too. Hot.

I don't hate a lot of things.
But I can't STAND heat.
I'm the type of person who likes to have at least three layers of clothing on at all times.
I like the cold. It makes me happy.
And to be suddenly flung into 90 degree weather, well, I'm suffering a bit.

I've been cranky and annoying and insufferable.
And I feel like I'm sweating out all of my creativity and wit.

All I've wanted to do these past few weeks was sit on the air-conditioning vent.
And we all know how productive that is.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

why i wish i didn't play the violin.

The problem with playing violin is that it eats into your confidence.
It's like a greedy little demon that munches on your ego and self-esteem.
Whenever you get a new piece and search it on Youtube, you can find a toddler playing it. And sometimes, they're playing it better than you.

Want an example? Here's one. This is the song I'm currently learning.
She's five years old.


Don't get me wrong.
The violin is a wonderful instrument and it's capable of producing a beautiful tone and even better music.
But only if you're willing to suffer through a few years of torturous high-pitched squealing.

Me being Asian doesn't help my case either.
It's a stereotype that all of us are heavenly at violin.
Well, some of us aren't.
Sorry.

If I knew this was going to happen, I would have learned the bagpipes.
Or the tuba.
Or some weird instrument that nobody knows about.
Anything but the violin. 

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

breakfast foods.

I seriously don't understand why it's socially unacceptable to eat ice cream for breakfast, but it's fine for people to have waffles doused in syrup and powdered sugar.
Breakfast is a meal in which you consume so you are not hungry until lunch.
Why does it matter if I want to have cold pizza?
And if I want to have a turkey sandwich with tomatoes and lettuce, I should be able to.

It's not gross.
I'm just filling my belly.
Why does it bother you if I choose to eat something a few hours before the time that you deem acceptable?
I'm just being flexible.

If there are leftovers that need to be eaten, I will will eat them before they spoil.
Therefore I am reducing waste.
Therefore, eating any food for breakfast is practical.
And therefore it is superior than eating solely "breakfast foods".

So there. I win.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

my head is swimming with numbers.

I have awful memorization skills.
I'm a person who struggles with those matching card games. The ones where you put all the cards face down and try to match them up.
I could never do them. Ever.
Since I would always forget where all the cards were.

This really hurts when I'm studying for tests.
Because I can't remember any of the dates.
Right now, I'm trying to review my notes for a History test on the Pre-Civil War period.
And I'm so frustrated because all the numbers in my head aren't lining up with the events.
The only date that I've got down in my head is my birthday.
And sometimes that gets fuzzy too.
Which only shows how much of an airhead I can be.

I apologize for taking this out on you guys.
I'm just not having a good week.
I think I could use a nap. Toodles.

Monday, December 27, 2010

-headdesk-

 

Dear Santa,
Please turn this into a three page essay.
<3 Fi