Mish Mash Of Updates

Well, this is embarrassing. This is going to be only my sixth post for the month of July and the month's nearly over. How did I go from 22 posts a month in January to just 6 for July? Tsk.

Why indeed. Well, I shall tell you. The university has been killing me, all of us, burdening us with projects and homeworks, bombarding us with exams 2-3 days a week and 4-8 hour lectures a day, depriving us of sleep and keeping us high on sugar or caffeine, or sometimes even a combination of both (although I don't drink coffee. It's never appealed to me).

"Braaaaaiiiinsss...I..I mean..Exaaaaammmsss, projeeectttsss awooo"

Yes, we've been turned into literal zombies, hobbling around the college with dazed, brain-dead looks in our eyes. I, myself can barely keep my eyes open as a lecturer drones on about stuff-that-is-and-will-be-important-but-then-I'm-not-sure-because-I'm-totally-out-of-it-dood.

Anyway, yesterday was quite eventful since yesterday was the deadline of one of our Language projects that involved transcribing a sample video of a kid interacting normally with her parents at home and analyzing every single utterance and studying each morpheme and whatnot and making a paper on it. Needless to say, it's harder than it sounds. So there I was burning the midnight oil, hitting my head on our reference book and my keyboard in frustration, when suddenly...the ground started to shake. Actually, everything started to shake. The water in my aquariums (both for my fish and turtle) slopped and splashed out the sides, and my stuff rattled in their places. Turns out, that wasn't just all the stress making me imagine things-there was actually an earthquake and I only realized it when my brother started shrieking like a little girl and running in circles around our room. 

Thankfully, it didn't last long but then I still had my Language project to do and as the sun started to rise, I realized I probably would not finish it in time for the 1 PM deadline. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't realize how hard it was raining outside. When I logged into Facebook about an hour and a half or so before the deadline (yes I was extremely crunched for time and there I was casually logging into Facebook and let it be known that I haven't taken a bath or eaten breakfast at this point), someone who was already at the university (yes, there were actually those who managed to finish on time. *grumbles incoherently*) announced that classes were already suspended because of the rain and the deadline for the project was moved to next Tuesday. 

Literally what I was thinking at the time

Apparently, it wasn't just Fanta sea. It was true. It was all true. Needless to say, I spent a good few minutes jumping around the room in my pajamas. Today, classes were suspended as well since it's still raining pretty hard. I'm also still hoping that the suspension will carry over until tomorrow. It's kind of pushing my luck, but hey, as Homer put it: "It only makes the luck last longer". Although come to think of it, when was Homer ever right?

Pure genius, folks.

Anyway, I still have an exam on Friday and another on Monday, both of which I have yet to study for. Let's not forget the moved Language project I still have not fully perfected. Also, because of the class suspensions, this also means that there will be makeup classes to, you know, make up for lost time. Gah! My procrastination issues are getting really bad. I need to start studying right

after I re-watch the Lord of The Rings trilogy and swoon over how skilled Legolas (aka Orlando Bloom) is with his bow and arrow. He shot me right through the heart the first time I saw him. TEEHEE.

Cheee,

In The Mood

"Mood ring oh mood ring, oh tell me will you bring the key to unlock this mystery of girls and their emotions, play it back in slow motion so i may understand the complex infrastructure known as the female mind."
-Mood rings by Relient K

Yesterday, my friends and I all randomly (and rather impulsively) went out and bought mood rings at one of the jewelry stalls located inside our local mall. I, for one, am highly amused by the way the mood rings change color depending on your body temperature, and just the way it sounds in general. Say it with me- moooood rings. I may have to add that to my list of favorite words along with scrunchies, effervescence and jubilee, among others. 

But wouldn't it be awesome though, if everyone wore mood rings that really showed their mood? It would save us all (especially those of us who are normally clueless and sucky at body language and hidden meanings) from awkward and uncomfortable moments. Although (and I may be generalizing just a bit here) guys' mood rings would all just probably register one mood forever: the mood for some lovin'. 

"Hmm. Not sure if want."

Also, girls' mood rings would probably change colors too fast too often to even be read, especially during "that time of the month", where, based from my personal experience, I felt like everything was smiling down at me one second, feeling as if ten goldfishes just died the next, then suddenly wanting to punch a wall. Hmm. Come to think of it, maybe these real, 100 percent accurate mood rings wouldn't be all that fun. So for now, I may just stick to my current works-according-to-body-temperature mood ring. I'm not at all pleased though that for the past couple of hours it has only alternated between a green and dark blue color, which according to the chart that came with my it, means that I am feeling lovable. Yeah, I didn't get it, either.

However, the expected black color I was expecting it to register today (for feeling stressed) surprisingly didn't manifest itself during my audio exam. I instead got a light blue one, which meant I was "relaxed". Yeah, I can remember feeling all relaxed as I took one look at the test questions and I was like "Oh shoot. What the heck is this? Did I study this? FUUUU- I am screwed."

Good job, mood ring. Good job.

Au revoir,

Growing Old is Mandatory, Growing Up Is Optional

Today is a wonderful day. A glorious, magnificent, awesome day. A day filled with joy and hope. Well, it's supposed to be, at least. It's the fifteenth of July today. It's also my birthday.

"Whoop-de-doo"

Today, exactly eighteen years ago, I was extracted from my mother's womb and slapped on the butt so hard it made me cry. And that's how my life started out. Wonderful. Now, I've always been rather apprehensive of birthdays, since they always remind me that I'm significantly older. This particular birthday however, makes me cringe the most. I'm an "adult" now, well, by society's definition anyway, but I don't really want to be. For one, I can't really distribute CP anymore. Now, it'll just be P. Ha, I kid. (Plus points to whoever gets that)

Anyway, I don't think I'm going to have the whole debut thing. You know, with the poofy dresses and the eighteen roses shizz. I find it rather boring and not at all fun. I do have plans, today, though. I will go to my Neuroanatomy class at the university and study about more brain stuff, eat a cold lunch alone, and promptly hang myself in my room. 

Either that, or I'll simply mourn the death of my childhood years. I wish I could hold a giveaway or something but I don't really have the means for that right now. 

Hmm. Well, this post was rather depressing for a birthday post, eh? Very well, it's time to be obligatorily happy! I propose a toast to another year, and the many more years to come! Hoo-ha! Even though I might not get even one of the things I want for my birthday, I'm happy that I get to spend today with some of the people who've made my life rather bearable the past couple of years. Oh well, here's some rainbow food porn for all of you out there:

This doesn't really change the fact that I can go to "adult" jail now. 

XOXO,

Speech Pathologists Are Awesome

"Oh hai there. This is me before another *cough* wonderful *cough* day at the university."

This is me procrastinating again. I'm supposed to be buried deep into my readings on laryngectomy, cleft lips and palates, and swallowing disorders since I have an exam on said topics and more tomorrow. I've barely recovered from my last exam on Friday, which was on Neuroanatomy (which meant brains and neurons and shizz) and here I am preparing for another one. Oh and I have another exam on Thursday, this time on Voice disorders, etc. For next week, and the week after that, I will also be expecting even more exams. All this, and I have yet to finish my transcription project and I haven't even started on any of the other required projects for this semester. 

"Oh lawdy. Stop the world! I wanna get off! If only just for a minute. "

Despite boring, dragging, seemingly-endless class hours, a crapload of readings and books, and a ton of exams, we all still find time to laugh at it all, and have some fun. After all, here are top ten reasons to date a Speech-Language Pathologist from this site:

10. We’ll prove that doing it slow makes it smoother.
9. We can make you scream in all the right ways
8. One hour sessions are our specialty
7. We’ll teach you how to make the “OH” face
6. We know how to get your strongest muscle up
5. We know the value of frequency
4. We love intensity
3. We know how to swallow
2. It’s all about the tongue placement
1. We do it orally!

Now, didn't I and every other Speech Pathologist you know suddenly become 283147132136 percent hotter and more desirable? Well then, I will now start accepting applications for my next date. Ha, I kid. but then again, you could always profess your love for me in the comments section down below. *wink* Oh and if you still can't get over how awesome we are, here are more reasons stating this fact.

Finally, a belated happy birthday to my beloved cobbler. Here's to your 19th year on this earth! I love you, dude. :)

ləv ju gajz,

Baby Blues

Most of you don't really know this (except of course, for people I know in real life creeping on here) but a while back, my mom called me up on Skype and asked me if I wanted to know a secret. Being someone who could probably give Curious George a run for his monkey money, I nodded my head almost immediately.

She leaned in closer to her webcam and promptly announced: I think I might be pregnant.

"urp"

At the time, I was nomming on some delicious little oranges (What are they called again?) and I half-choked on a seed and half-spat another. My lovely mother got a kick out of that. When I asked her how it happened, and she responded with "How do you think it happened?", I promptly tried to push away the images of my middle-aged parents doing err, you know, that all suddenly started popping up one after another like those rampant porn site viruses (not like I would know anything about those) and tried to focus on the urgent matter at hand: my mom could possibly later on bring a new life into this world and I would be a sister, for the second time! 

Needless to say, I wasn't exactly thrilled at this. I mean, I can barely even see eye to eye with the sibling I have now and I most definitely would not want another one. Besides, I am now old. Having another younger sibling stopped being cool when I turned ten, since by that point, all I could think of was by the time I would be 40 and well on my way towards the slow decline to wrinkly skin and death by old age, my sibling would be thirty, flirty and thriving (hello '13 Going On 30' reference!). Yes, I am that selfish.

Add to this the fact that babies are practically useless. Yes, I admit, they ARE cute. For like a second! This is before they either start what other people consider "crying" (although I would personally choose to call it deafening screams of doom), or poop/eat/sleep and then "cry".

"OH GAWD. It's calling its dark minions. Take cover! I got dibs on the space under the table"

Plus, they always seem to be happy and always seem to want to attract your attention. It's like they put everyone under a spell and then use them to fulfill their wishes. Also, they can't do my homework for me, or do any chores, and more importantly, they can't really take the blame for me. 

"Honestly, it was the baby! Believe me, you fools! DO NOT BE DECEIVED!"

On a final note, my mom turned out to not be pregnant after all. Her "monthly visitor" was just a tad bit delayed. This equated to me breathing a sigh of relief. It was a false alarm. In other words, PARTAAAY! 

Waah,

They Just Want Some Lovin'

Ah, hello! I've noticed that I've fallen rather behind with the updating. I just never seemed to find the time (or energy) to sit down and write a blog post these past days. I'm getting behind on the commenting, too. But hey, I'm here again, and that's what counts, am I right? Anyway, this post is a semi-story semi-rant sort of thing.

On Tuesday, I was walking home alone a little before 6 PM after sitting through 8 hours and 30 minutes of classes (just two) at the university and struggling to obtain last-minute readings and books, and I looked like utter crap. I had my white uniform on (which you can see if you type in boring white scrubs-like uniform in Google images), my hair was a mess, I was struggling to hold onto all my stuff, my eyes were red and puffy and my face had a couple of sleep lines on it from a few of my passing-out-in-class-as-the-professor-goes-on-about-what-the-flipping-heck-I-don't-even-know episodes.

I looked completely out of it

Anyway, as I walked along, yawning and slouching, some guys hanging out on a street corner suddenly started waving at me and saying things like "Hey, cutie." and "You look pretty today." What the?

 

Seriously?

I was completely taken aback. Here I was looking like I was sick or like I just woke up (which were both partly true) and these guys still stoop so low as to try and elicit a positive reaction from me. Surprised, all I could do was a "wtf face" (which made me even more undesirable) and a shrug. I just didn't have it in me at the time to roundhouse kick each of them in the jaw. Besides, I already felt sorry for them seeing as how low their standards were. Also, I was rather curious to see if they actually scored any girls using their technique.

Nah, I'm kidding. I felt completely flattered...

...and hella GOR-GE-OUS!

Although seriously(x2), pervy guys, stop this nonsense. This is not the way to make women fall head over heels in love with you (or at least get in bed with you), unless she is completely desperate or out of her mind. This is just sad and frankly, makes you look cheap and lazy. In order to do it right, you're going to have to take valuable time out of your day and set it aside for the woman you decide to pursue. You're going to have to work for her affections and really make an effort to get her attention and eventually gain her trust and affection. Patience is a must, too of course and let's not forget the showering of gifts. You have to try hard to be romantic and gentlemanly and take her places and plan lovely evenings together, be it a night out or a cozy night in. This all calls for a lot of money, naturally and...

Hey, on second thought, that really seems like a lot of work. Suddenly, I understand where you're coming from, formerly-perceived-as-pervy-guy-but-is-now-just-a-guy-who-wants-to-take-a-shortcut-into-a-girl's-pants. Carry on.

G'day,