A Whole Lot of Blah

I’m stressed again. *panics* You know how some people don’t like asking for help? Well, uhm uhm I don’t mind. Yeah but I asked for help and she doesn’t want to help me. The conversation always ends the same. *paaanics*

Writing in the comforts of my moleskine is great. But still stressed. Help helppp! The worst emotion for me is stress.

Nobody’s Here With You

A little admittance of emotion.

But first I need to ask myself a question: WHY does Circa’s Your Friends Are Gone make me cry every single mother fuckin’ time it plays? The song was nearly over and I was just staring into space, seemingly unaffected… but then he started singing, “And you were barely holding on…” and the tears start falling down just like that. Sometimes I break into really hard sobbing, sometimes I’ll get teary-eyed, or like now, just plain ol’ crying.

When I cry (as the song plays) I’m not at all thinking about fall quarter of my first year of college at all, even though the song totally matches what happened during those really hard times. Thinking back, it makes me angry. And I want to hate David and Sandy so badly. Why am I friends with them now? When I needed them so much I didn’t have them there to support me.

Omgomg, I’m listening to my crying playlist aren’t I? I stopped crying, but next song and I’m crying again. The SONGS make me cry just because they sound so sad/have sad lyrics, but they’re not in any way connected with the thoughts in my head. Idgi. :/

Alright let me get right to the point of this entry. Uhh… hm, now it’s awkward. After crying I always have no emotions left. Lmao. WTH. I feel like dancing now… It’s like my heart freezes over and I can feel the cruelty inside me growing. That’s a strange feeling, but I can just SENSE my cruelty.

It’s really hard watching two people be happy… but only when you really like one of them. I just have to accept that they have something that I’ll never have with that person. How can their relationship have started off the same as mine and ended up better than mine? Some people are meant to be together, I guess.

You tried to help me, but I have to drown.

And another thing – one of my friends is stealing my personality. *sigh* She says she likes feeling small, and she’s starting to act all extra cutesy. I was doing something and she got a text from the guy she’s dating. He asked her what she was doing and she texted him what I was doing because it was cute…

Stop making such a fuss. You might think I’m cutesy, but I’m still the one all alone. (OH GROSS. Totally admitting some emotions. It’s making me nauseous forserious.)

Nightly Builds (and Tips to Happiness)

I just got back from running at the track with David. I jogged 8 laps, whereas yesterday I only jogged 6. And tonight I’m not as sweaty, and not anywhere near as tired. At the end of 6 laps, when David jogged in right behind me with 10 laps under his belt neither of us were that tired and I proposed going for one more. His response? “How about two?” This exchange took less than 20 seconds and as I nodded I took off jogging. This time, David just stayed at my pace for the entire two laps.

Running/jogging with an iPod distracts me so I chose not to have it with me. So here are my thoughts as I’m running.

First lap: Oh this one’s so easy. Wow, I’m back and done with the first lap already?
Second lap: This one seems to take longer.
Third lap: The first three laps are so easy. The second three not so much…
Fourth lap: You’re almost there. Come on. Pull through.
Fifth lap: The idea suddenly comes into your head that you really want to walk. But you can’t!
Sixth lap: Omg, I want to walk. No. No. Keep going. Omg, this is the end. RUN. RUN. Sprint it. THE END.

Right now I’m sitting up so straight my back is hurting. My tummy is too full with water. Towards the end you’re just trying to breath. You’re breathing so hard that taking a sip of water deprives you of oxygen. You can’t do the two at the same time.

The last two, 7 and 8, David tried talking to me. Ugh! That’s bad.  By the end I was just nodding and kept going. Even he doesn’t like talking, but since we were going at the same pace we were talking about the other late night runner that joined us.

He was this muscular guy. Not too muscular, but definitely his arms were defined. He wore a red shirt, just like David, but his was cut so his stomach was exposed. I thought that was funny, but felt somewhat odd wearing my orange shirt. The odd girl out. And yet it was so dark I don’t think it really mattered. He passed me up three times. Always at the same spot. The first time he passed me up, I was thinking, “Omg this is awkward.” And I just automatically slowed down a little so he could pass me up. And boy, he does not know how to breathe.

Getting on my bike right after running felt like climbing a mountain. But I even put my bike on a higher gear and bike-riding back, even uphill was not as hard a struggle as it usually is for me. Fuhreaking sweetness. You’ve no idea how stoked I am for my jogging class come Fall quarter! Sandy and I will be taking it together. (:

Ngl, I was damn sore this morning and I can only expect the horrible pain that will come when I awaken tomorrow. Not really looking forward to it. Well I am, because it means success and healthiness and lalala, but it doesn’t feel pretty. Haha.

Other thoughts as I was running (I was making a list in my head):

Secrets To Make Myself Happy and Advice I’d Give to Get Someone Happy Again

  1. Make a schedule and exercise! Physical exercise comes with its benefits!
    • It improves your mood.
    • Combats chronic diseases and can prevent diabetes.
    • Helps you manage your weight (or heeey~ muscle tone).
    • Strengthens your heart and lungs.
    • Promotes better sleep!
    • Gives you something new and interesting to do!
  2. Spend more time with the friends that matter.
    • Don’t talk to people that bring you down!
    • Laugh~ and be merry. Only good friends can do that!
    • Take every opportunity to hang out and go out. Staying inside all your lonesome is not good (and there’s no exercise in sitting on the couch either).
  3. Pick up a new hobby! For me, this quickly became bike-riding. Sure it was all by myself but it’s quite adventurous and doesn’t really feel like exercise until the end when you’re sweating. (Ah, but don’t forget those old hobbies you used to love but haven’t done in a while. Start ‘em up again!)
  4. Read!
    • Yeah, that age old hobby people used to do before television and computers became so mainstream. ): It’s really very entertaining and you get to tell your friends you just finished another book. What could be better?
  5. Listen to fun music! And listen to old music. Those great songs from the 90s (er… or 80s if you’re older) really do bring back the good times. Or try listening to new music! Tbh, I’ve been listening to the Jonas Brothers a lot and looove ‘em. (:
  6. Accept yourself. Accept every inch of your body. For most people insecurities come from the physical rather than the mental. Forget it, this is your body so whatever it’s like – love it. It’s not perfect! but who cares?
    • It’s taken me 19 years of life and one whole year of college to realize that zomg~ this is me. And I love it! Anything that needs improvement can be worked on. A little exercise here and there, a little more reading to increase ze brain power, etc.
  7. Think happy! Happiness probably won’t come knocking on your door so put on the happy mentality, pick up your keys and set out to find it.

I know these tips sound extremely cheesy and totally cookiecutter happy girl lalala, but these are coming from a bi-polar (type II) young adult that’s battled through a ton of depression, self-loathing, awful friends, and so much more. Happiness can be real. Forreeeaaal. (Now, I just need to re-read this during my times of need/depression!)

(: Life’s good.

P.S. Who hates all those darn WordPress upgrades? I upgrade and then bam! another upgrade is available again soon after. Gaaah.

Don’t Move and Don’t Make a Sound

VMAs yesterday did not make me lol. Russell Brand’s humour was just not to my liking. I mean, he was ~scandalous~ sure, and what he was saying could have potentially been funny, but the delivery man! Seriously, like I just never heard laughter coming from the audience either. Though, fuck Miley Cyrus for saying she didn’t even crack a smile and Jordin Sparks for getting wildly offended about the purity ring bashing. Dude, he was joking. She didn’t need to take it so damn seriously. The whole Disney crowd needs to back away from the VMAs if they’re all going to get offended.

Pink’s performance was damn fucking fierce! And Xtina has not lost her magic touch at all. The remix of Genie in a Bottle was great (uh except she lipsynched wtf) and she’s great. I hated Rihanna’s performance though, but that’s because I hate her music. All the instrumental backings to all her songs are fucking like stolen and shit… nothing sounds original. So idk, I just didn’t approve. And aww my lovely Britbrit was damn nervous, but still fierce! Everyone gave her a standing ovation when she walked on the stage to open up the VMAs. And she won three awards! Yeyey.

Alright, enough of that. Just had to get my lil’ 2 cents on here real quick.

I went running on the track yesterday night!! AHHH. Last night David and I were going to go bike riding, but then we just kinda wondered if the track was open and yah it’s totes always open. David ran so many fucking laps… it’s unbelievable. I did 6. Which is a mile and a half. And damn I am sore today~ but not that badly because I’ve been using my leg muscles and stuffs like that for a while now bike-riding. (:

My thigh muscles are swollen, I can tell, because when I touch them they’re rock solid. haha. I love it~ ngl. Ah, but now that I’m getting my legs in shape my upper body is feeling weeeakk. I need to start exercising that again. (: Ahaha… I love how David, Sandy, and I are getting really fit! It’s so fun! Lol, this is what UCSB does to us. And we wondered, when we got here, why everyone was so freaking fit.

We’re not to the point where we can run in just a sports bra or anything like that (like the other girls here), but even if we were – I dun think Sandy or I would do that. Lmao. One step at a time. xD

My mother’s birthday is on Thursday. I have no clue what to get her. Gah! I gotta think of somethin’ ASAP status~

On a really sad note, a UCSB student jumped off a bridge here in Santa Barbara this morning. *sigh* I’ll refrain from saying anything on the matter.

Until The Break of Dawn

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around and he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn’t be that man I adored
You don’t seem to know
Or seem to care what your heart is for
Well I don’t know him anymore
There’s nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That’s what’s going on
Nothing’s fine I’m torn

So I guess the fortune teller’s right
I should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now I don’t care
I have no luck
I don’t miss it all that much
There’s just so many things
That I can’t touch I’m torn

Last night as I was lying in bed texting Edgar I got pretty pensive… and after a while Edgar stopped texting (to get in the shower) so I randomly decided to text ze Robert. I was thinking back and I realized he’s the only person to ever have heard me cry. It probably didn’t mean anything to him then, but we were together during the roughest months of my life. I was a fucking walking disaster. When I cried to him two years ago, on the phone, my mother and I had just gotten into a really bad *fight*. And by fight I mean physical fight. It was so bad I had to miss a week of school.

That same week David came over to my house to check up on me. I mean I hadn’t shown up to school in a week! He sat on my bed, and I was sitting at my desk and David started crying. By then I was so over it, so numb from the pain I just couldn’t even cry about it.

Oh shit. Oh wow. This is not the topic I intended to write about but there it is. I’ll just cut this short.

Sandy’s baking blueberry muffins! Yumm~

Small note: Lyrics not to be applied to Rob. They’re separate. A story all their own.

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