Mistakes are supposed to be Okay

I made an error on a question for Statistics. One little error. I should have known.

People are supposed to make mistakes right? Then why are tests designed to make one feel miserable about themselves when they get something wrong.

Do tests really test what you know? I think not.

Favoritism is an Ugly -ism

8:03 AM.



I was woken up by this. If only you could see my ecstatic face.

Look the trees are naked. Close your eyes perverts! First day of snow.



This picture reveals two things; one, I drink a lot; two, I am extremely lazy.

Done with the nonsense, I can finally talk about favoritism. Favoritism is a double-edged sword. If someone likes me better than another person, I can't deny that I like soaking up the attention. However, when the person dotes on another person, then I am obviously going to be distraught; thus, questioning why I do not warrant the "Favorite" title.

Favoritism, a disease, thrives daily, whether people are the ones performing the misdeed or whether they are the victims of it. No one should be preferred over someone else unless it is a family member or a spouse, even then it corrupts community. Extreme favoritism leads to a dilapidation of society, people would concern themselves only with who they loved. Fire fighters, doctors, and police officers would put their all in those they know or care about. What about that kid that no one loves, who acts out violently and has a gloomy disposition, should we let him die because doctors did not favor him as much as the adorable perky kid next to him? I am not speaking about literal life or death because I believe if people were placed in that kind of situation, they would save whoever they can. Despite that, if no one wants to spend time or connect with him, would that not result in a weak spirit to live?

People are more sensitive than they claim to be.

It is disappointing to know that people have a tendency to favor individuals over others. Favoritism, like racial slanders, will never cease to exist, but, at the very least, try to treat everyone as equally as possible. Do not make it apparent as to who is the "apple of your eye".
If you are at the other end of the Favoritism stick, then I apologize for society's stupidity.

Chandelier and a Wine Glass

That was me in the library yesterday while I was trying to do problems in Statistics. I surprised myself too because when I woke up, my hand near my mouth was wet. I have no idea what it could have been. ... ...

You would think that I'm failing, but AH HA! I am actually ahead of the game.

t = (M1-M2) -( μ 1-μ 2)
--------------------
s(m1-m2)



Just kidding. I would fail if I didn't understand this formula.

Yesterday was the first day of Assoxination, where people who want to participate have to hit their target with clean socks, but as they are chasing someone, someone they do not know is chasing them. Therefore, yesterday was ultimate chaos with many people hiding in their rooms and looking out only when it was safe.

Which leads to this little anecdote. Everyone on my floor is friends with each other, and a certain friend of mine, person A, was paranoid as hell as to who had her as a target. Since I wasn't playing, my friend, she runs it, let me see who is chasing after who. Then I told person A that person who was chasing her was person B, who is a mutual friend of ours but incredibly good friends with person A.

Amusingly, person B starts to knock on person A's door, but person A was still paranoid after what I told her and would not speak to her OR open the door.

Person B: Knock Knock. OPEN THE DOOR!

Person A: Silence.

Person B: Come on! Let me in!

Person A: Get the fuck out of here!

I couldn't help but snicker.

Thus, finding out who was the cause of this, person B gave my ass a good whooping.

Halloween Fiesta

Stealing candy from a baby is usually unheard of … unless it is Halloween! Snacking on cavity-inducing candies, scaring the crap out of people and dressing in vibrant costumes epitomize the Halloween spirit. People say that Halloween is a holiday for little kids, but I disagree. Two years ago one of my friends dressed up as Dora the Explorer — she had the cute book bag, and she was not even Hispanic! Sadly, I have not seen that kind of humor in this Halloween’s festivities, perhaps due to entering college. What I am most likely to see this “spooky” holiday are not clown masks or Palin masks, but mini-skirts, low V-necks and, terrifyingly, maybe even a loincloth. Somehow the holiday has become no more than an excuse to dress in as little clothing as possible. Honestly, I really do not mind seeing girls or boys dressed like floozies unless I see their bottoms (grimace), especially since I may be giving in to this trend. At any rate, the realization that we may never desire to dress up as a princess or as a power ranger (Tommy was awesome) is rather depressing. Who has misplaced our collective childish imagination and our desire to be creative?

Halloween has always allowed people an opportunity to act and be someone they are not; one of the reasons Halloween is so endearing is that people can return to their immature attitudes and still be accepted. Yet the tendency I have been noticing is that no one cares to dress up in quirky costumes as much as they do revealing costumes. In the Halloween Super Store, the adult section’s entire wall consists of barely-there interpretations of all known careers. With options like these, no wonder so many people are terrified of drafts during the holiday. The chance to insult another individual through imitation is the best opening to release hidden talents (like singing or bitching). Instead of dressing like a sexy nurse or a horny teacher, try dressing up like Richard Simmons or Oprah. When I see these types of costumes and matching personalities, it means that there has been some thought and effort put into it. On the other hand, when I see half-naked boys and girls, I think they could care less about how they come off (a little too inviting). Try using the noggin and reflecting on what costume would evoke hilarity or astound the majority of party goers.

It is easy to stomp through any store and pick out an ensemble that exposes so much skin that even Paris Hilton would be put to shame, but to create or to assemble one is more impressive and can be added to one’s resume under “skills.” Dress up as anyone, anyone who is not simply some stereotypical desperate bimbo, unless one can be a bimbo and be innovative. Use your imagination to become childish like Casper, or regal like Queen Elizabeth, or humorous like McLovin. Surprise me. Be unpredictable and creepy. It is even okay to look like Chris Crocker. But not really.

As I promised, my article. It's still weird when people say they have read my article.

Crunch Time

Nanba Minami/Hiro Mizushima


Nakatsu/Toma Ikuta

The Hana Kimi Special is up. I love Nanba senpai and Nakatsu, they are hilarious.

"Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, when I woke up the pillow was gone."
-Tommy Cooper

Ignorance is rather annoying

People joke around about Mexicans all the time like it's amusing. They say things that imply how short they are or how ugly they are or even how pathetic they are for trying to cross the border.

Does this look like a face that is laughing? -.-

It's offensive, even if I'm not Mexican, these racial slanders are insulting and promote negative outlooks that continue the trend. People say that it's just a joke and that they don't mean it. If one doesn't mean it, then don't bother to say it. It's annoying and incredibly insensitive to say.

Another note, has America trained people to accept only the top honcho of all beauties? Yesterday night, I watched The Eye with my friends and the female character that Jessica Alba works with indirectly is Fernando Romero. I said that she was actually really pretty, I can tell usually by the structure of the face. HOWEVER, my guy friends kept making grunting noises about how she doesn't compare to Jessica Alba.

Get real. Jessica Alba is too skinny to be alive and her boobs are huge for someone her size. Real women do not actually fit this image. We need to stop being brainwashed by the media, and take in and appreciate what is around us.



Fernanda Romero

They look similar and both equally as gorgeous.

My laptop won't let me save pictures anymore for some reason.

Freezing Bliss + Nerd = Happiness

I never used scarfs that often before college, but, now, I realize that the only thing keeping me from dying, instead of freezing, is my scarf.

On another note, I'm beginning to re-realize that my weakness is nerds. I like nerds that are not too overboard, but are very into their field of study. The other day, my Chem professor wore a "mole" day shirt and I thought it was too cute and funny.

Definition of a Nerd:
Obsessive in the subject they like, not afraid to express their love for their passion, and kind enough to help others with problem without being condescending.

<3 Where art thou lover?

Blind Date

Hands sweaty and eyes nervously glancing around, I wonder how he looks like. I hope he isn't too geeky, because then I would have to terminate any sense of "us", or too handsome either, because then I won't be able to concentrate. I wonder if he has glasses or if he is sporty. I doubt he has any athletic ability since he sounds very proper in his emails, a well-educated male. I finally take out my Chemistry textbook and prop my legs up to support it to look nonchalant and studious. I don't want him to get the wrong impression that I've been waiting for him for the past 15 minutes-I was early-and I didn't want to look desperate. But, in reality, I was desperate to meet him. I didn't know how he looked or how he dresses. I didn't know anything about him except for his name.

I look at the clock repeatedly and the same question runs through my mind. Is he here yet? My face is warm and I use my finger to stretch the neckline of my sweater out. I need some air. Should I leave and come back? What if he leaves because he sees that I'm not here? What if he gets angry because he thinks that I am late? After all, it is our first time meeting.

Another boy sits near me, my eye travels to his figure. He opens his book and leans back into the chair like he has done this many times before. He has a lazy sense about him with his jacket askew and his legs resting on the table. Is that him? It can't be. Does he expect me to greet him? Are boys usually this insolent?

The clock bell, outside, chimes indicating that our official meeting time has commenced.

He is no where in sight.

He cannot have stood me up. He would not dare stand me up. Doesn't he know that I need his help. Perhaps, I should look for him; I gather my books and decide to walk around. At last, I spot a boy at a table next to another girl. It must be him, but my heart drops. Why are there other people? I thought it would be just him and me.

I briefly skim him. He'll do.

"Are you by any chance Brian?"

"Yeah. Hi. You're here for Chemistry right?"

I nod, "Hi. I'm Pauline".

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

"Um. You can take a seat there," Brian gestures to the seat next to the other boy. "If there are any difficulties with a Chem problem, just ask okay?"

"Sure."

I smile and sit, all the while blushing extensively.

I met my Chem. tutor yesterday and I was thinking about how nervous I was. It reminded me of a blind date; hence, the short short story.

Political vs. Personal Agenda

People don't really surprise me that often, except my room mate (she ruins everything). I perceive people as if they can only have one or two talents; otherwise, they are incompetent in other areas. I shouldn't assume this, but I think it's more of a defense mechanism for myself than being arrogant. I would like to think everyone has only one or two talents because how would I be able compare then.

Yeah yeah, all that mumbo jumbo about how one shouldn't compare themselves to others is absolute poop! People unconsciously do it all the time; besides, how would one get any better if they never compared.

However, my room mate has a tendency to flip all of my original notions of her, which provokes me to ponder on how many other countless people have I perceived wrongly. I know I mentioned this in a past blog but, again, how many have I ignored or glanced past, to never realize that some people have more depth than I expected.

I hope that Nat continues to unknowingly teach me about people. Sometimes I wish I was not so negative on subjects, but then how can I protect myself?

Anyways, at least for now... ME > YOU.

Obama's grandma is really sick apparently; he suspended his campaign until Saturday to see and visit his grandmother since she brought him up. I think it is very sweet that he is getting off the campaign trail to see to his ailing grandmother. I know this is a very selfless act, but because Obama is doing this, he definitely will pull in more supporters through sympathy. Although, it is terrible that he has to fly out fast and then fly back to continue his campaign when I am sure he would rather spend most of his time with his grandmother.

Sometimes life refuses to give you a break.

Election Day is in two weeks. Excited? Yes, but more so queasy.

Beep! Beep!

Finished my Pipe Dream finally! However, I pulled it out of my ass.

In Stat. class today, I was thinking about traveling to China (no wonder I am getting such high grades...right) and what I would like to do there. I want to visit Wenzhou, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Shang Hai, and Beijing. I would name more places, but I don't really know a lot (how sad). I'm thinking about studying abroad, but, honestly, I would rather be enjoying the scenery and the food than studying. I wish my dad would finally take me. He promised!

The only dilemma I might have with going to China is my language deficiency. I speak okay, but I can listen far better since I took 7 years of Chinese (I knew I would regret not paying attention). I have a tendency to be shy and act embarrassed when I speak. Having Chinese people tell me that I have a really bad accent or that I cannot speak well hasn't really encouraged me.

<== Me with low self-esteem

At first, I didn't really like Ariel Lin because her character was way too cutesy, but when I watch her in shows or off set, she is less girly and more modest. She also has a pretty good singing voice.

The one thing I will dread to see in China:

Some random boy I pulled off the net.

If I see more than one person putting up peace signs in China, I will shoot myself.

Why do people like to do this so much? I have a theory it's because people are awkward when they take pictures so they don't know where to place their hands; therefore, holding their fingers in a V sign unfortunately solves it.



Yay more Ariel Lin!

Hello Furry Friends

As I was watching ISWAK 2 again, I realized that chasing after someone whole-heartedly is not as magical as everyone tries to encourage it be. I can definitely speak from experience since my first love was a guy who was completely nonchalant about anything. Half of the relationship was chasing him and the second half was trying to get him to talk to me and get him to like me. The whole situation gets tiring when you are the one constantly giving. Therefore, I can understand how the female character feels and I would not put it against her if she fell for the other character, Figaro Ceng's character. Plus Figaro's character is very endearing! Yet, at the same time, I can also empathize with how the main male character feels. He's personality is cold and indifferent; he does not know how to display his emotions well. We are unfortunately very alike and different at the same time.

What is it about cold males that are so attractive? (Dumb rhetorical question that I refuse to give an answer to).

Figaro Ceng. He looks girly here...

Doesn't this remind you of There She Is! ? Which is basically about a female bunny falling in love with a male cat. Cats and bunnies are not allowed to love each other, but the bunny continues to follow him nonetheless. There are 5 parts, but the last part is not out yet.

-Munching on Flat Earth chips, they are so delicious and healthy (or so they say). Crunch! Munch! Crunch!

THE EARTH IS FLAT? REALLY?

Good Morning America!

Am currently trying to brainstorm words to finish writing my Opinion column for Pipe Dream, my University's newspaper. Due to Halloween coming up, the article kicks off with a mention of the holiday, but discusses how we have lost our childish spirit. When it is released in the newspaper, I'll post up the article in my blog.

Here's several pictures I've been meaning to put up.



Drastic measures these people are taking.

The first two pictures are from Post Secrets and I thought they were pretty hilarious. They are so honest and the captions brilliantly express their message. Check out the website: www.postsecrets.com



Big Chicken says to the Little Chicken, "You have a cuter beak than me!"

This a picture that a friend of a friend of mine drew on my board. I thought it was the cutest fucking thing in the world. So, ta ta a picture!

Last thing worth mentioning. I made Nat, my room mate, start to watch It Started With A Kiss, which is one of my all time favorite Taiwanese drama.

Step by step, I will successfully turn her into an Asian girl (smiles evilly).

Go Dems!

Even when I was a kid and knew zip about politics, I knew I wanted Al Gore to win (honestly, look at Bush's presidency for the past 8 years). I guess I knew I was pretty much a Democrat by then.

I so happen to turn on the television yesterday and the movie, Recount (2008), was being shown. Now I knew there was something wrong with Bush winning the election, especially since Florida was the deciding state and his brother so happened to be the governor of Florida. However, watching this made my heart clench. All this talk about democracy from politicians when it meant jack-squat.

It isn't just that I didn't want Bush to win (just a little), but because not everyone's vote wasn't added in. How can politicians put on an easy smile and sprout speeches about how democratic our country is when not everybody's vote was counted. I am frightened to see the outcome of this 2008's election; tensions will definitely be up, including mine. I'm eager to see Obama take presidency. However, even if Obama does not win, I still want people to vote. I want people to know that each vote does count.

Let's make sure that Florida Election Dispute does not occur again. Let's not take any chances.

I love you my Nobel Peace Prize winning ex-President, but this had my hopes up (2006 Oscars).

First there was a rather tedious celebration of how green the Oscars had become.

Green Oscars? Are the famous statuettes now made of alfalfa and wheat germ?

But then Al and Leo got down to their double act.

"Now", Leo said, "are you sure, are you positive that all this hard work hasn't inspired you to make another kind of major, major announcement to the world here tonight?"

"Well, I do appreciate that, Leo," the former vice-president replied dead-pan, pulling a sheet of paper out of his breast pocket with perfect timing.

"And I'm kind of surprised at the feelings welling up here... and I guess with a billion people watching it's as good a time as any - so, my fellow Americans, I'm going to take this opportunity right here and now to formally announce my intention..."

At that precise point the Oscar anthem - whose volume is always yanked up when a winner has droned on for more than the allotted 30 seconds - drowned out Al Gore.

He obliged with a cheeky grin.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

a little Philanthropy Please

From watching "Oh Yeah", Nino doesn't shake his hips as well as Aiba.

This is what I've been listening to for the past day.

In 1966, the Ceauşescu regime reversed the 1957 Communist Party decree permitting all abortion, and introduced other policies to increase the very low birth rate and fertility rate - including a special tax amounting to between ten and twenty percent on the incomes of men and women who remained childless after the age of twenty-five, whether married or single. The inability to procreate due to medical reasons did not make a difference. Abortion was permitted only in cases where the woman in question was over forty-two, or already the mother of four (later five) children. Mothers of at least five children would be entitled to significant benefits, while mothers of at least ten children were declared heroine mothers by the Romanian State; few women ever sought this status, the average Romanian family during the communist era having two to three children (see Demographics of Romania). Furthermore, a considerable number of women either died or were maimed during clandestine abortions.

Due to Romania's old President, many children were abandoned because their parents lived in poverty. They have been placed in dirty institutions without adequate attention. In the past, the few people who took care of these kids have limited education levels and were encouraged to believe the kids who were handicapped and malnourished were going to stay in that state forever. They didn't believe that any environmental factors could help.

Those babies who were thought to be healthy were sent to orphanages; those babies who were thought to be disabled stayed in institutions with no clean water, no proper care, no clothes, barely any food, no heat, and no windows. These children were living in their own filth.

Only recently, have psychologists and volunteers gone to these institutions to care for and assist mentally and physically. Now they have some of the bare necessities, but there are still so many institutions that aren't helped. There are still thousands and thousands of children suffering in the world.

To have no one play with them, to have no one feed them, and to have no one to love them...



I will see you little ones in the future.

"Oh Yeah"

Compared to how I used to be, I am more understanding. I used to comment on people's lives as if they weren't in context, as if I would never do the things they did. "I can't believe he cheated on her." "I can't believe they're not virgins anymore." "I can't believe you're so ugly" (I jest).

Anyways, experiencing more things leads to experiencing more temptations and feelings. Sometimes I can look back and think that maybe these people's actions weren't so uncalled for. For once, I can see myself cheating or using someone for something that I shouldn't, unlikely but not impossible. There isn't a particular incident as to why I'm thinking of this now; I'm just odd.

So I was watching 嵐 and I realized...I still love them! I love DBSK, but their songs don't stick with me. 嵐 songs, on the other hand, have an uplifting beat and they have the quirkiest dance moves. Asia's ultimate boy bands will always have me melting into the massive puddle known as Fan Girls.

Don’t Passive-Aggressive-Smile-Face-ME

Mom: So when we come to Sydney can we stay at yours?

Mom: Hello?

Me: Oh. Sure. Well, actually there are a number of awesome hotels just a two minute walk from my house. I’ve just emailed you a bunch of links. Have a look! Am happy to book any of them for you. But, yeah, of course you are welcome to stay at mine, if you really want to.

Me: Mom?

Mom: You were welcome to stay in my uterus for nine months, and then my house for 17 years. But I understand, a week at your apartment might be a bit … much. :)

Me: Don’t you passive-aggressive-smile-face-ME, woman.

Mom: Fuck off. Love you - M.

Postcards from mom

Love

"So we, fair friend, can never be-
I without you; you without me."
Chevrefoil

Ticking Time Bomb

I have accomplished much today. I watched DBSK, Arashi, and Asia's 5 year old genius (she is the cutest thing in the world).

こんにちは。I wish I studied harder at Japanese and Chinese and Spanish and Italian. Lack of dedication created this problem.

Why do I end up watching other people's ambitions come true and not my own?

I NEED FREEDOM TO TRAVEL! (AND MONEY TOO)

I'm yelling through my door, "You're stupid!"

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

I can lie to your face.

Except today, I couldn't lie to the lady at the register that I got soda instead of grape juice to save a dollar. Damn inconsistency!

When I changed into my pjs and I told Nat that she thought that I was fat. She looked at my pjs and said, "More wiggle room?"

ha ha ...

"Woman's a thing that's always changing, shifting like the wind" (Aeneid).

Chicken Noodle Soup Chicken Noodle Soup

I have ten minutes until I speed off to Chemistry Lab. I have no clue what to do for lab and I don't know if I really care.

I ate some chicken noodle soup today. Did you know there were carrots and celery? I never noticed before. I did however notice how high my blood pressure shot up after drinking the sodium induced soup. It's so yummy though.

I noticed that I stopped writing in slang on blogs. I automatically write in proper grammar (as best to my ability as I can) instead of thinking ahead and retyping words and punctuations like I used to. Oh happy days!

Here's how I used to write.

Saturday, August 02, 2003

ok...i dont have much time n stuff..so ill make dis short..im happi..i guez..im satisfied..im sorry if i dont hit ya bak wif propz or comments...danks guys for ur support n ur comments..im so tired..n ive been bz..bleh..but i want myself to be bz..cuz..wen im not..im so bored..but i have so mani plans alreadi..pool, lite house, party, hoffman, retreat, piano..n i havent even made plans wif sumone else yet wen i was supposed to...bleh..well at least im doin alot in d summer..newaz..joy camp is over....miss d kids..i dink i miss sui d most cuz he massages good..lol..hahaz..i gtg..i writ more later..

I am so embarrassed. haha

Stronger than Destiny

So I'm not totally zoned into my work, but that's no reason to give up and start surfing on the net right? WRONG! I need a freaking break. =]


Acai Berries. Apparently super duper nutritious and has massive amounts of anti-oxidants (more than grapes! No way!). It also helps with aging and cardo health as well as weight loss; it's said to taste like a blend of berries and chocolate and comes in a neat beverage form. I want to rush over to Wegmans and try it out now. :3 (Part sarcasm and part truth).

Acai Berries will bring you super human powers.

On another note, I love to read up on Wong Fu Productions updates. They make me feel really energetic and inspire me to aspire (pire fire empire ?). I actually got to meet them, but I refuse to post the picture because I looked terrible. I literally had to run through rain at the last minute to meet them and get their signatures. Can I say that I'm in love with Wes' clothing style? Anyways, I really hope to see them one day and become friends with them; I know how incredibly stupid that sounds, but maybe I can write something for them to produce. Crazy bold, I know.

I just saw Britney Spear's new music video and song: Womanizer. I think that the idea is good, but the music sounds boring and played out. There was also way too much nudity; I felt dirty for watching it. I wish Britney was back to her teen pop star self; she was better when she was a little more conservative and had some real ambitions.

Remember boys and girls, sexy can be attractive, not raunchy.

I never liked Britney, but I admit her old 90's songs were cute like Stronger.

Ta ta for now. I want to continue rewriting my old vampire story.

Secret Walks in the Woods

The ones you want to please the most are always the ones to hurt you.

Qweeters (roll the R)

I have really bad writer's block or I'm just too lazy, but I decided to revisit my fictionpress account and rewrite this vampire story.

Here's a little glimpse.

It is quite simple; I want to die. I am not speaking of those quiet deaths where your loved one sits beside you and cries silently as I close my eyes and steadily slip into the afterlife. No, I’m speaking of a painful death, where I wish someone would take a sharpened pencil and use the lead point to stab tiny holes into my chest and let all the crimson liquid from my pumping heart drain out like some sort of strainer. But the dilemma with this is that no one has the guts to do this. No one has the audacity to kill a man in such an appalling and atrocious manner. Thus, I am a lucky man. And thus, I am fucked.

Librarian-asque

Watched Drive Me Crazy with Melissa Joan Hart and Adrian Grenier from Entourage, well, I am only slightly embarrassed to say that it was the kind of movie I was craving for. It had the right amount of cliches and enough quirky scenes to distinguish itself. Plus Adrian Grenier is adorable and beyond do-able.

Yes, smile for me baby!

My costume has to look like an Amazon. I'm going for this:


But unfortunately, I can only work with this:


It looks A LOT better now then it did as a Native American costume. It's not sexy yet, but it will be. ...

I think I'm going to cry.

Heart to Heart

My room mate and I were trying to sleep, but it turned into a private conversation that I never knew was going to happen. She was speaking about family and church life. It might not sound like much, but the way her voice was so seldom, unlike her usual bubbly self, held me captive and quiet as I listened to her churn out subtle words of sorrow and confusion about Dios and la familia. It broke my heart to know that this confident and cheerful girl could have hidden pain. As she broke off from her tale, we laid in silence, unsure of what to say. Should we continue this topic? Should we change it? It seemed right to just lay in an quiescence state of mind to understand and absorb the powerful emotions that she evoked in me as well as herself.

My epiphany tonight was not so much that she was not exactly who I thought she was, but that I have come to underestimate people. How hypocritical of me to always accuse my other friends of underestimating people when I commit this heinous crime on a daily basis. First impressions do give me a foundation and a vibe of who someone is; however, that is a mere outline. Where is the depth? Where is the connection? Why have I lost the ability to look past facades and believe that someone is not who they seem they are. I want to believe that every person has a sad tale to tell that links us all. I want to believe that every person is not as crude and cruel as they set themselves up to be. I want people to look past my rough exterior and realize that even tough Pauline is vulnerable. Therefore, I need to start to reach out again, to believe in people again.

To end this late-night-blog, I want to say this. I wish I went over and hugged you and said, "You make me want to believe again."

Midnight Snacks & Obesity

Oscar de la Renta is a genius!


I am miserably failing at blogging everyday. It's kind of hard when I don't have anyone who knows about this blog, but I hoped that other people would come by it. I can't even tell if anyone has come by my blog and voluntarily read what I have to say. But to be quite honest, I didn't really write anything that people want to read, so I assume it's my fault. I've been trying to get myself to write. I will since vacation is here. Thank God for college!

Speak Out

Silence is a Killer.

Amazonian Queen

"I'd like take this spear and gut you until all the blood has drained from your body. Until all I see is this pitiful body laying lifeless and beautiful against my skin."

Fash- shion

This is what happens when watching Rachel Zoe for 3-4 hours.

Inside-out Underwear

As I was peeing today, I noticed something odd. I put my underwear on inside-out. I started to chuckle to myself because I was so caught up with studying and writing my paper that when I rushed to get out of the shower my underwear was on wrong. Yeah, I didn't realize I was such a rebel! Right...

I am behind in all my classes and I still feel like everything is wrong for me.

We're going to start reading about King Arthur. I cannot wait.

VP Debate tonight. Let's see your balls, Biden.