piercing

I've been having a lot of dreams these past few nights that involve me with piercings...and also escaping death from people that are trying to capture me. idk. but seriously, every dream involves me being "piss in my pants" scared for my life. *shrugs* back to the piercings. The other night I had a lip ring; it sounds typical, but let me elaborate. this lip ring had a chain that like led to my earring on my ear. disgusting. anyways, in that dream, I also had a piercing on my weenis (sp? weenus) whatever, the skin under my elbow basically. Last night I had more normal piercings. I had a nose piercing and another lip ring...without the chain. Sooo, is this a sign that I should get the piercing that I've wanted, or my subconscious telling me I want the piercing? 

Haha. You just read a whole post on my crazy dreams and desire for piercings. I apologize. :)

Official FML Day

Today was hands down, no contest, one of the WORST days of my life. Or at least the worst that I can remember. I have never felt so hopeless. Like everything that was happening to me was not something I could change. 

First, I hate my G1 now. I use it as my alarm since I like to wake up to music, and the stupid thing froze in the middle of the night, ergo, my alarm does not ring and I do not wake up in time for registration of classes OR to turn in an assignment due at 1:00. Why? Because I woke up at 1:00. After rushing to get ready and looking like crap, I bolt out of my door and drive to campus, pay for parking and it is too late. I arrive at 1:50, class is over. FAIL. I e-mail my TA, begging and pleading with her and telling her my situation and she replies, "I'm sorry for your unfortunate circumstances but we absolutely cannot accept your late assignment." ARGH. To top it all off, it was raining...i don't have an umbrella, and I get to my 2:00 late. OMFG. Worst day of my life. Pile that on to roommate shit. And VOILA, you have Official FML Day for Tiffany Lok. Oh, and bitches aint shit. Oh, and I called my dad to have him make me feel better, and he made me cry.

Helloooo Tiff's Treats ice cream sandwich. :)

lesson learned

it's about 45 minutes before my first exam of the week. glorious! i'm too lazy to lift an extra finger and capitalize properly in this post. i'm that tired...or lazy. take your pick. 

this past weekend, UT hosted the Texas Relays. i don't remember this occurring in the past 2 years...so idk? apparently it's the most dangerous weekend to choose to go to 6th. why, you ask? the gangsta hoodlums fill the streets. most of the attendants of Texas Relays are in high school and can't get into bars/clubs. wtf are they doing on 6th? they're just standing around, smoking, staring, causing fear in others! the streets are packed with guys in sagging pants, sunglasses at night, dressed like soulja boy, and hoochie mamma girls in bright neon colors and big earrings. excuse my stereotyping, i'm just angry about the happenings of this past saturday. i think if it takes me 15 minutes to walk from one corner to the next b/c you and your "bitches" are standing around and doing nothing and using 6th as a hangout place, then LEAVE. that and the fact that everytime a fight broke out, or someone pulled out a gun, they ran like crazy. imagine a mass herd of cattle running around in all directions, trampling us smaller asians who aren't aware of what to do in these situations. maybe they're skilled in the art of escaping danger, but i'm sure as hell not. needless to say, i got shoved into brick walls when these cattle were herded. my friend (and it was also her bday) got trampled on pretty much. she got knocked to the ground and had scrapes on her back. why? bc some idiot pretended to pull out a gun to scare ppl for fun. dumbasses. i'm sorry, but this is only feeding fire to the stereotypes that are already upon you. grow up! 

lesson: no more 6th during Texas Relays. 

this in no way reflects how i feel about a particular race, rather a particular group of people. 

exhausted.

I normally volunteer 6 hrs on Thursdays at the clinic, but today, that 6 hrs felt like eternity!! This day was hands down the most stressful, hectic, and ironically, the biggest reality check. In trying to keep my boss happy, I made 3 runs to Walmart today. That's right, 3. Mind you, I do not get reimbursed for gas. I don't get paid period. I am the lowest of the lows. One of those volunteers you see in movies that runs around getting coffee for the office, buying her boss socks (check that one off the list), etc. On top of that, the kids were extra crazy today! The little girl I worked with today was autistic. Let's refer to her as Child A. I think Child A was a big reminder that the career I'm getting into is not always fun and games with kids. In fact, she tested my patience and left me sitting there wondering, "WTF do I do?!" She swallowed the 2 pieces of gum I gave her, and has an attention/focusing problem which made it impossible for me to interact with her properly.

I need a cocktail....and a pedicure.

"The Others"

Honestly, I don't know why I bother to care anymore. I have concluded that living with people does not make them your close friends. We are simply cohabiting. I have also learned the whole, "Treat others the way you want to be treated" phrase means nothing to these "cohabitants." I am fed up with trying, and caring to form an intimate friendship. It's impossible. How many more talks can I have over the same issue before you realize, "Hey, we haven't changed or made efforts to include you more." I accepted a long time ago that our friendships don't click like those of my other close friends and that effort will be needed to get the ball rolling. I am so dissatisfied with these friends right now that it frustrates me beyond belief! 

I Refuse!!!

Warning, spoiler and possible ranting ahead. 

I was watching Sex and the City, the movie, with my roommates and came to the realization that I hate the Big and Carrie duo. For those of you who have never seen the series, here's a brief rundown. The series is about the (sex) lives of 4 women who are best friends and live in NY. Sarah Jessica Parker plays Carrie Bradshaw who is a writer for this newspaper column. Basically the column is about love, relationships, men, etc. Throughout the 7 seasons of the show, Carrie has her share of men come in and out of her life, but one in particular (James Preston Scott aka Big) bounces in and out A LOT. They get together, break up, she has men in between, repeat cycle. Well, in the movie, Carrie and Big are together and about to get married and the fool backs out. I'm thinking, this is it. The end of Big and Carrie part 12 or something, but no, she freaking ends up with him. SHE ENDS UP WITH HIM. I hate this movie. It is an all too realistic dramatization of my love life, except, I don't want to end up with Big! Why would the writers do this? She ends up with the asshole that's screwed her over soooo many times and marries him. I can't help but shout at the screen, "NO CARRIE, why are you taking him back?! WTF are you doing, woman?!" And then I realize I should've asked myself the same question all those times in the past. 

*Sighs* yes, The Fast and the Furious is on. Gimme some of Vin Diesel and Paul Walker over Big any day.