"I am a warrior."

Title dedicated to Faizel, who made me repeat the mantra while in pain, with tears streaming down my face.

Today, the day before Superpub, around 6:00pm, I was BBMing a friend when I was going down the stairs.

I missed a step, rolled my ankle, fell and wound up with a twisted ankle.

First thought: PAIN. PAIN. PAIN.
Second thought: crud, can I still wear heels tomorrow?

I struggled into the marketplace and found some loves of my life.

Spanks to:
Danny and Faizel - my doctors. Even in the face of pain, you made me smile.
Adam and Faizel - my ice fetchers. So key.
Key - my ambulance. I enjoyed it when you walked me to my door.

Find me at Superpub; I'll be the one in flats, with an attractive limp.

Shoutout to Chris (because he's cool, even though he indirectly injured me through BBM)

Lesson: don't BBM and walk at the same time.

Wooh!

Finished all my classes and in my last one now, doing a presentation.

Then I'm done all my school-ich classes FOREVER.

"... is it clear?" - That's my prof. talking.

OH, side note - amazing conversation I had yesterday...

me: are you coming to superpub!?
boy: I don't know... it depends.
me: on..?
boy: I need to get a haircut so I look nice.

LOL.

Accidents.

I'm really accident prone.
I was thinking about it today and I get hurt a lot.

1) I walk into walls.

I know, it's so stupid.
But those door frames... man, they get me every time.
Like, I feel like I'm going to make it into the doorway but then my hip or shoulder will hit the door frame because I have poor spatial sense I guess.
... and no, this doesn't only happen to me when I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the washroom and I'm half asleep.

2) I trip on my own feet.

Happens all the time.
... and I hope nobody notices so I keep walking really briskly, like I have somewhere important to be.

3) I don't listen.

Sometimes, I'm just up in the clouds.
For example,
I'll be about to eat something, somebody will say:
"Watch out, it's hot"

and then I'll stick it in my mouth anyway... and fan my mouth for 30 seconds, gasping for air before I exclaim:
"OMG, that was SO hot, I burnt my mouth."

Duh, you douche.
They WARNED you already.

Driving.

Okay, so I've been driving more than usual lately and I noticed something.

I talk to other cars.

As in,

Scenario 1
If I'm making a right turn or switching lanes and someone let's me in, I will
1) Raise my hand to say thank you so that the other driver can see me
2) Say, out loud: "Thanks, friend!" even if there is nobody else in my car except for me.

Scenario 2
Sometimes, I'm a bad driver. So sue me.
When I make a mistake, I will say out loud even if I'm the only one in the car, 1 of 3 things:
1) "Sorry, friend!"
2) "Oopsie daisies."
3) "Whoa, sorry car!"

What is my DEAL?

Senioritis.

It's really bittersweet.

We are so close to being done and that's a good thing.
Finally, 4 years of work has paid off.
But at the same time, being done school means we're moving on.
We're closing a whole chapter of our lives.
I'm so not ready to grow up.
I mean, I still like to watch the family channel.

Case in point -
me: guys, do you know Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas are dating now?
friends: who's Demi Lovato?
me: you know, that girl from that Camp Rock movie!
friends: um, I never watched that
me: oh.. yeah. I still watch the family channel.

Plus, with only 1 week of classes left, I'm super unmotivated to do anything.

I wonder how little I can study for a nutritional anthropology final exam and still pass it.

Wish me luck.

Letter.

Dearest friends,

I have a headache right now.
My brain is functioning at 65% capacity.
I have a project to do and a final exam to study for.

Bleh.

For future reference:
a) I have the tolerance of a 16 year old.
b) Do not let me use my phone when I can't completely walk straight.
c) You have to feed me after we party.

Love,
Stella

Light.

WARNING: kind of cheesy.

Individuals are constantly bombarded - both with positivity and negativity.

Sometimes, one overtakes the other.
Sometimes, it's the light over the dark.
Other times, it's the dark over the light.
Negativity can take a toll.

That's why we should make sure there's always enough light to go around.


Find it in yourself.
In your family and your friends.
In your hobbies and interests.
And in those that can make you smile.

Be a source of positivity for others and for yourself.

How?
Well, just remember that there are 2 ways to shed light.
1) Be the candle, spreading optimism
2) Be the mirror, reflecting others' positivity

♥ Told you it would be cheesy.

Look before you leap.

They say you should look before you leap.
You should know what you're getting yourself into before you go out and do something.
Do your research.
Do the right thing.
Use the conservatism principle.


I think ...
Sometimes, you just need to close your eyes, take a deep breath, and jump.

All you can eat.

Last night, I went to Maki Sushi. It's All-You-Can-Eat so of course, I stuffed myself silly. I was trying not to drink iced tea but it's my weakness so I ordered one. Then, even though I tried really hard not to, I ordered another one.

The first one was 130 calories (I know, I can't believe I look at calorie counts either).

Anyway, these are how the events unfolded:

me: hmm.. this is 130 calories... but I really want another one.
boy: you're at All-You-Can-Eat Sushi! look at what you ate already - do you think 130 extra calories matter?
me: shut up.

After 10 minutes of deliberation...

me: can I get another iced tea please?

After drinking half of it...
I took a look at the label.
Calorie count? 0.

me: whoa, how come this one has no calories! Awesome!
boy: it's diet. the waiter probably knew you'd be concerned about your weight.

Yeapp.

That is... boy 2: girl 0

Supplementary Evidence:
iced tea #1 on the left; iced tea #2 on the right

Pet peeves.

I was going to blog about it but then I decided talking to my computer is more fun.

Plus I know some people are too lazy to legit read everything I write, so this adds more entertainment value?

Play it and listen to me babble. FUN, right!?



Seriously, I'll give you his BBM.

Yes... No... Maybe so.

I'm a really indecisive person.

Exhibit A
I said I would not post a blog entry on Monday because I would be swamped with schoolwork yet here I am, writing.

Exhibit B
If you ask me where I want to eat, I can never decide OR I'll decide and then on the way there, I'll suggest something else. I flip flop back and forth.

Exhibit C
I'm known as "the flopper" or was known as "the flopper".
Mostly, I would decide to go out with my friends and then change my mind later on.
What? I like to sit at home in my pajamas and watch TV while eating junk food. So sue me.

Sometimes, I wish I could make up my mind a lot easier but then I wouldn't be who I am.
Being indecisive makes me a scatterbrain but that makes me all the more lovable (Ha ha).

You know what's interesting though? I've had my palm read before and the woman told me that this one line on my palm was very 'etched' and meant that I would have trouble making decisions in life.

Damn, she's good.

1ahh.

If you talk to me on msn, you know that's the shortcut for my seizure face emoticon.

If not, it's this little emoticon that looks like it's having a heart attack. I use it quite often since I'm a huge Type A personality and I have these panic attacks where I talk really fast and basically, you should wait for the moment to pass in order to avoid a real-life seizure face.

I'm one of those people that can't fully express themselves on msn without emoticons. I just feel like they add so much substance to whatever feeling you're trying to express.

When I lose all my emoticons (which I do at least twice a year because I'm technologically impaired), it's hard for me to communicate something the way I would like.

Why? Because I type on msn the same way I talk in real-life - with a ridiculous amount of facial expressions and hand gestures. I also tend to press enter every couple of words. Sorry for the SPAM.

I could probably make up my own version of sign language based upon my facial expressions and crazy hand movements.

Yeapp.

Perfect.

I can't get the chorus out of my head.



Chorus
I’m not perfect but I keep trying
‘Cause that’s what I said I would do from the start
I am not alive if I’m lonely
So please don’t leave
Was it something I said or was it just my personality

Gosh, those first two lines just make you want to do something amazing, huh?

Well, first thing's first...
Okay, school.
Bring it on.

Inappropriate comments.

I make them all the time.
It's like word vomit.

I should think before I speak but I think my brain goes too fast - if I don't get it out of my mouth, I'll forget what I was trying to say.

I should put some examples up on here but I really can't. My comments are just that inappropriate. How can I get around this?

Let's just say I was walking with a bunch of guy friends the other day and one of them was eating a fruit cup. So, me, being the insightful person that I am, decided to share a piece of factual information.

Go google: "pineapple sperm".

Yeah, I made that factual statement. Your girlfriends will thank me in the future.

I have to go wash my mouth with soap now... or my brain.
GG.

I love my friends.

It's the little moments you remember.
Gosh, I can always count on you guys to brighten my day.

Ade: "Hey, do you have that problem... where you think a little, and then you get a headache?"

In the car on the way somewhere, listening to music ...
Carm: "Hey, put on Knock you Down!"
B: "What station is that on?"

me: "I weighed myself this morning and I was like 112 pounds!"
Wil: "No way, you liar. You look like at least 120 pounds."

me: "Orlando is going to be so fun!"
Cin: "Yeah, I'm so excited for California!"

Matt: " Your blog makes me smile."
* you get brownie points.

In conclusion, there's that saying:
"Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other - gold."

That's bull.
All my friends are gold.

* Shoutout to B. He rocks socks.
(there, now you have two shameless blog plugs.)

How you say it.

Sometimes, it's not what you say - it's how you say it.

There's been times (and I'm sure this has happened to you before - or I certainly hope so, otherwise I'm just weird) when I'm at a point where I can't use words to express myself.

What comes out intead of coherent sentences expressing my feelings is something like: "LAKnsdkajsndalLLAAAA! and it's just so... akjsdnajskndaaaaaaAA!"

Literally. And I don't know how to pronounce those nonsense words but I'll have my crazy face on and both hands in the air waving frantically on either side of my head. The point is, you know I'm frustrated or peeved or exasperated at this point, and I don't have to say it for you to know it. Cool, huh?

More evidence required you say? Well, remember Pingu? That entire show is done with absolutely no English. Good ol' Pingu.

I wonder if I can have a full and coherent conversation with made up words...

Weekend.

Sigh of relief.

The end of the week.
The last 2 days of a full week where you are inclined to do absolutely nothing.

No blogging for the next couple of weekends.
I have to write an essay.
And another essay.
Then do assignments.
And projects.

School can be such a bugger.

I guess this counts as a blog post.
Well, no blogging on the weekend after this one anyway.

Maybe it's a girl thing.

I was headed to bed and decided to take Beyar with me. He's always there for me when I need some company.

Who is Beyar? Goodness, I suppose you should meet him.

Introducing ...

My stuffed animals have names. So what, punk? I bet yours do too.

I need to add more to my collection of two. I have this weird preference for these "Pluffies": machine washable Beanie Babies with a 100% Tylux shell filled with polyester fibers and PE pellets.

Elephant, you're next.

Good & broken.

Yesterday,

I was leaving school and had to pay for parking - $14. I had a bunch of change so I put all of that in. Then, I put in a $5 bill. Lo and behold, I was still short $0.15.

Machines should round up.

Anyway, I stood there for ten minutes until an amazing person came along and I asked them for 15 cents. Thanks amazing person, you made my day.

See friends? The little things do count.

PS/ my new addiction:
http://www.myspace.com/goodandbrokenmusic

Boy vs. girl

I was having a conversation the other day and this is how it went.

me: i'm catching up on tv tonight!
boy: go workout stella. don't be a couch potato.
me: are you trying to say that i'm fat?
boy: no, but i'm saying that everyone has the potential to be hotter.
me: this is going in my blog tmrw.

See friend? I deliver.

GG. Those are some good bullshitting skills.
I'll have to remember that comeback and save it for later.

DAPS.

boy - 1, girl - 0

Well, so 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me.

That's a lyric from Jet - Are You Gonna be my Girl - good song, go youtube it. It's one of those "dance around your room in your jimmy jams" songs.

Gosh.

When I don't know what kind of music I'd like to listen to as I'm driving, I can always count on Chad Kroeger - he's not hot or anything, but he has one heck of a voice. You have to admire that.
Oh, the Killers too. Can't forget them, but I'll talk about them some other time.

I love this song. The lyrics get to me.
No regrets, okay guys?
Starting.... NOW!


If Today Was Your Last Day - Nickelback
Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCZCfOygt_w

My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride

* Chorus

Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the price is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you're never living twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life

* Chorus

Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes'
Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothing stand in your way'
Cause the hands of time are never on your side

* Chorus
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
...

It smells like sunshine.

Today, I woke up and I knew it was morning because it was actually BRIGHT outside.

Then, I was driving to school after I dropped my poppa off at work and I had to exit the parking lot. There were Canadian geese crossing the road. I waited patiently... for about 5 minutes. Then, I put the car into park, got out of the car and chased them off the crossway like a crazy lady.

Hmmm... it smells like sunshine outside and I needed to wear sunglasses in the car.

That's when you know spring is on its way.

Recovery.

Step 1: Mcdonald's free coffee.
Step 2: Shower.
Step 3: Nap.
Step 4: Bury yourself in work.

Side note: I asked for a free smile from Mcdonald's yesterday. To be honest, they were a bit stingy... it's okay, I forgave them; I got free coffee (see Step 1) from them in the morning.

We like to party.

You know that quote? Of course you do. Everybody knows that quote. You know, that one... the one that goes:

"Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt; sing like nobody's listening."

Have you ever tried to sing like nobody's listening? I sing in the car all the time. The other night, I was singing while my parents were driving to dinner and I had my earplugs in so I couldn't hear myself.

For some unknown reason, I felt like a popstar. Yupp. A popstar - I thought I was singing in tune and doing an amazing job. Do you notice, you always sing louder when the music is loud? Partly so you can hear yourself better and partly because that way, you CAN'T hear yourself singing?

Long story short, I took one ear plug out and my dreams of pop stardom were over. Hah. It was fun while it lasted.

Side note?
Tryst tonight. Yes indeedy, I need a night out with the gang. I plan to dance like nobody's watching. Prepare to have your world rocked. I hope they play YMCA. I have the dance moves DOWN PAT for that song.

"Yes, I have pets. They're like squirrels."

Fact: I have two chinchillas at home, in my basement.
Fact: Their names are Chex & Wolf.
Fact: They are indigenous to South America and are related to squirrels.
Fact: I tried to teach them tricks - it didn't work.
Fact: Sometimes, I hear them cry at night and it makes me sad. If it doesn't stop, I go downstairs and keep them company until they're not lonely anymore.


Introducing...

No, they don't play fetch and you can not walk them. They poo every 5 minutes and if I set them loose, it takes me a good 7-15 minutes to catch them - they run very VERY fast and jump very VERY high.

BUT

They're stubborn, curious, intelligent, determined little creatures.
Kind of like me - hardy har har - I crack myself up.

Distraction from school? Check.

There are so many things we don't know about the world and we have so little time to figure it all out. That's what things like the Discovery Channel and National Geographic are for.

Thought process? (1) Cool, (2) Ew, (3) 18 MONTHS? respect.

The clip reminds me of the time when a bunch of baby spiders hatched in my room - it was NUTS, super gross, I didn't sleep in my room for a two weeks AND now, I refuse to hang drapes in my room because spiders can hide there. Ugh, spiders give me the heebie jeebies. Those creepy crawlies are good for nature and the natural order of things in my garden and maybe even in my basement... but I wish they would stay the heck out of my room.

I guess this is an introduction?

I've always had a lot of thoughts. Random ones of course, but I needed a place to put them. The parents said to try a diary. I did, and failed miserably. I just get so lazy writing everything out by hand - blogging resolves that. Thank goodness for the keyboard.

I might not blog regularly... heaven only knows I've tried to blog before and then I stopped. Nonetheless, I'll try to collect my random thoughts and put them into an entry every once in a while. It's good to take things off your mind, right? Besides, having something to look back on isn't a bad thing so long as you keep looking forward.

Making this blog took me a longer time than I thought I would. I'll write something inspirational tomorrow. Maybe. For now, here's a quote that I like to live by, or try to:

"Be kind; for everyone is fighting their own battle."

Think about that the next time you get mad at the poor kid who's working behind the counter at McDonald's for taking forever to fill your order for a Big Mac meal... and have you ever noticed that you can ask for free smiles at McDonald's? I'm going to do that next time I go.

"Hi, can I have a chicken nugget meal please, with an iced tea? Oh.. and can I have a smile on the side?"