Day 8: Your Favourite Internet Friend

ummm..I don't have an internet friend.. (I assumed it meant someone you've met on the internet/ continue to have a friendship with via the internet, which I find to be really weird/awkward/out of my comfort/safe zone!! AND my mummy and daddy taught me never to do that..!!)

well, that's lame..BACK TO MAKING LFS PREZI'S! my life consists of being super anti social right now, and trying SUPER hard to incorporate the bests in between school/LFS group meet ups to work on our FINAL project (Think&EatGreen @ School) /meetings with volunteer stuff/fambam/ copious amounts of STAT200 and FNH200 cramming. life is good..#sarcasm. but I am excited to hang out with the -ushi to my frushi on Friday, we're finally meeting up to fulfill that downtown Pho date we've been meaning to have, omnomnom! I'll probably try to add in those boys to the mix of girl gossip that night as well..I miss that group of testosterone! (L) well, that's all for now! (wish me and Group 29 luck on our presentation tomorrow and paper due Friday, altogether worth 25% of our grade for a 6 credit course..oh my damn!)

BRB

some things have come up, and my writing will be crap if I attempt blogging with this sort of mindset!

back in a bit! =)

Back at it

man-hating is back in effect. that whole boy lovin' phase did NOT last long at all!!

p.s. letter writing will resume tomorrow..after my stats and fnh assignment rape me beyond belief. awww yeaahhhhhhh. -_-

Last night..

at the AgUS Community Dinner, there were meat, vegetarian, vegan, lactose free AND gluten free options, so that everyone who attended the dinner could eat. WTF?! I feel soooo bad for everyone who had to serve last night, in the sense that if I had to serve, I would've been so confused, on edge, and worried I would be serving the wrong meal option to people! oh LFS, we're such divas when it comes to food..! (all in all, very successful event, lots of food, LOTS to drink, and classy nonetheless..before 11pm..!!)

(one of these things is not like the other..;) )

Day 7: Your Ex

Hi,

I think it's been far too long for this post to really be any good. I haven't spoken to you in years, you cut me out of your life, and we both moved on. you hurt me in more ways than one in the past, I've forgiven it all, but it's impossible to forget it. I hope you and her are doing great (and there's no sarcasm or bitterness in that statement whatsoever). I thank you for a lot though. if I hadn't met you, and if you didn't make a decision to resort to her over your good friends, I wouldn't have my solid friend base, who I currently call my best friends. you taught me that I should never rely on a boy friend, that he wont always be my support system, that I am more independent than I ever realized, and that best friends are there no matter what I've put them through or what I'm dealing with. I realized that Rachael is really my best girl friend, that she will always be there (even if I neglected our friendship when we were dating), and that I probably wouldn't be able to survive life on many levels without her. just as future advice, you need to grow a backbone in more ways than one; it'll make you look like less of a wimp. and your ego may be something you're proud of, but really, you come off as an idiotic douchebag most of the time. there's no such thing as a mistake, since we all learn from shit that's happened in the past; our relationship was a prime example of that.

hope all is well on your end.

Whitney.

oh na na (L)

You're so amazing, you took the time to figure me out
Thats why you take me, way past the point of turning me on
You bout to break me, I swear you got me losing my mind

too lamely cute.

Day 6: A Stranger

To all those passers-by,

I'm a third year student, and not 16 like you probably think I am, but it doesn't annoy me if you ask or question my age. If you see me on public transit, especially in the mornings, I'm not the kindest of the bunch. I tend to focus on myself, listening to music, not paying attention to my surroundings whatsoever, and very concentrated on completing that Metro Sudoku puzzle as fast as my little brain possibily can. so, I'm not the typical bitchy snob of a UBC student, I'm just super tired, and not interested in associating with the general public at any level (it's what uni tends to do). OUTSIDE of the commuting world, I tend to be that loser that makes conversation with strangers like you, or eavesdrop on your conversation, since I get bored far too easily, and am easily intrigued! you'll notice that a get an extreme amount of happiness when I see kids, because I absolutely love them. I could probably spend my life working with kids.. but refuse to ever pop one out of this small body of mine (since the whole child birth concept shit scares me to the MAX.) little chubby babies make my day! if you ever see me, I'll most probably be eating, since I have too high of a metabolism for my own good, and eat wayy too much. I'm non judgmental, and tend to be non bias (depending on the situation.) a lot of things that I have been through in my life have given me this ability. if you're a boy my age, I most probably won't give you any attention or acknowledgement (unless I know you!). it's a man hating phase, to keep me on track with school. again, it may make me look like a douche, but 1)I'm too lazy to pursue anything, 2)school is my main priority, 3)I'm usually interested in someone else in a very unrealistic sense, so you probably won't grab my attention. when I'm with my friends, you'll notice how absolutely happy I am. my friends bring out the best in my personality, and can't explain how much I love every one of them (both my best lady, and those awesome boys.) I'm scared of the future, pray for the best for myself, wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life, and am just going with the flow. if you ever see me, fire me a smile, since I'll give one right back (if it's not an early morning commute! =P )

Whitney

FML

you know someone's not interested, when they CONSTANTLY refer to you as 'homie.' story of my freakin' life.

'one of the boys' fo' life..fml

Day 5: Your Dreams

Dear dreams,

I need more of you, and sleep, in my life. kthxbai.

Whitney


(I didn't know what to write about this one, since its sooooooooooo ambiguous! my critical thinking brain spent a solid 10 minutes on what this letter was supposed to entail, then felt guilty for spending time focussing on a blog post, when I should be studying stats, so this is what I came up with! I PROMISE the next one will be better!!)

Day 4: Your Sibling --> BACK

To my bro,

you're six years younger than me, at a totally different stage in your life, and I feel that's the reason we don't get along. you have a different mindset, set of values, interests, etc., making it really difficult to understand each other. you're only 14, and are in that weird phase of having a really big ego, and refuse to listen to advice from those who are older than you, since you believe that all of your decisions are always right. but hey, I guess most people, especially boys, go through that in their life. yes, you're a jerk, but you do prove your brotherly love when you should. you're smart, caring, talented in more ways than one, but you don't realize how much potential you have in succeeding at this point. I know that the family puts you through a lot of pressure of making sure you're like me, but that's just dumb. prove to everyone that you are a unique individual, with his own amazing characteristics and abilities. I don't expect you to be the academic and leadership nerd that I was (and still am), I expect that you make something else of your life, that YOU will enjoy doing.

I hope that things change between us when you're older, since this dysfunctional relationship really isn't the healthiest situation. and I hope you do become that 'success story' that I know you have the potential of achieving.

love, your sis

Last Night

was epic.

Best Birthday Wish EVER

Ok, so now that it's official that you only have 1 year left before your looks and mind go completely downhill (and you only have 4 years to find a husband and pop out babies), I guess you should probably try to enjoy your day. Don't cry like I did, it only attracts creepy guys.

Much love, un autre vieux femme

Oh Ally, you are the best.

30 Days of Letters: BREAK

so, I won't be writing any letters for a couple days. with my birthday being tomorrow, a paper due on Friday, then a hectic, messy Friday night/most probably a not so fun Saturday morning after, I'll be avoiding the whole blogging dealio for a few days!

this LG will be turning 20 in a little more than 24hrs (I was born at 3:25pm, so I'm taking advantage of every minute I technically have as a teen!). It's going to be a bit odd saying "I'm twenty" and stating my age without saying I'm __teen. I still look like I'm 13, 16 on a GOOD day, so being 20 will just be another way to confuse the hell out of people (my appearance when it comes to age and nationality sometimes boggles people's minds!). I'm still the baby of my group of home peeps, so even though I'll be 20, I'll still be the youngest out of all of them (woot to being born later in the year..). it really doesn't feel like a WHOLE year has gone by. time is flying by far too fast for my liking..I'm already in third year! *tries not to hyperventilate, or suddenly have a "WTF am I doing with my life" moment*. oh well, at least I'm a year closer to being 21, that should lead to some good times next year..maybe road trip to the states next year, friends? November 11th..lets hope it's not spent writing a 35% worth paper!!

BRB

side note: PDA IS GROSS.

Listen to Peter Chao.

Day 3: Your Parents

Hi Mum and Dad,


This letter is for both of you, my backbone no matter what I go through, the two who are only a few steps away from me, or a phone call away when I'm not living at home, the two people who will always love me unconditionally. you are the push when I need motivation, the people who kick me back into shape if I'm going off course on the road called life, and refuse to give up on me, no matter what my decisions are. I probably annoy you to the extreme, especially in the first two years of university, when crying was a daily ritual, and have managed to survive my hormonal teenage ways when it got the best of me. you both are people I can turn to for advice, who will listen to my non stop rants, and are accepting of who I was and who I am. we've had our many ups, and random downs, and seem to overcome anything life throws us. I've realized that you are probably the only ones who will be by my side no matter what happens to me, and I will always do the same. even though I'm almost 20, you still worry about my whereabouts when I go out, when I get the sniffles, when I'm stressed, and if I have enough food to eat when I go to school, and for that I love you even more! I'm sorry for not always showing that I care, for not always being at home, and for anything I've done to upset either of you. you both do so much for my well being, put my life ahead of yours, and am appreciative for everything you have sacrificed and given to me.

although religion tends to be a conflicting issue, and that you're still trying to get used to the fact that I am pursuing an unconventional degree, a degree not many people choose, I'm glad that we've managed to pull through, and been accepting of every situation. I hope to make you both proud one day, finishing my education, making something of myself, since it seems as though that's really the only thing you both want most from me. no matter what, I'll always love you both.


Whitney

Day 2: Your Crush

since I'm technically on a man hating phase, this letter shouldn't be made. but I'm a 19 year old (even though I'm almost 20, I still consider myself a teen..for the next few days!) I tend to be on a hormone high every once in a while. hatas gun hate.

Hello ______,

you're cute. (wow, what an LG answer). ANYWAYS, I probably won't ever tell you how I feel, but may as well send a random blog post/letter to you anyways, no? you're independent, busy, smart, sarcastic, slightly buff, a bit older than me, and a jerk. but there's something that's intriguing about you. you use the same tactics I use to get to know people, you're one of the few people who I was willing to open up to about stuff that's happened in the past, and you've shared random thoughts that you probably haven't told too many people. the problem is that we clash. we're both independent, and have very opinionated personalities. on a personal level, you're great, but on a professional level, I tend to really dislike you. which is probably why nothing will ever really happen between us, you're just a pretty face to look at. *ouch*

Whitney

(well that wasn't really a crush letter, a bit of a downer/jerkish, but hey, story of my life! =P )

Day 1: Your Best Friend

Hey Rach!! (L)

it's hard pin pointing who my best friend is, especially to one person (since I have at least 3 people I consider to be my "best friends") but Rach, you're probably the best (sorry boys). you're my go- to girl, and we've been friends longer than anyone else I've known (oh yeah, we were the losers back in grade 9, who hung out in the math hallway since we were the social rejects. ;) ). we've been able to deal with each other's b.s., have never had the typical girl drama that most best friends go through, have the same mindset towards so many things, and (in a really scary way) tend to think alike. you're one of the few people who have seen me cry, who I can confide to about stupidly personal things, know far too much about me, yet have STILL stayed by my side through the best, and the shittiest, times. I legit don't know how I would have been able to handle high school, the first years of uni, and just my teenage life without you. we've proven that distance does not always affect that tie best friends have, that we can act as though we just saw each other yesterday even though we've been apart for months, and that residence and going to two different universities can't break our friendship. although we're from two very different backgrounds, we have so much in common. we've partied hard, had fabulous dates (you know you're best friends when you have a romantic Valentine's Day together, which includes sharing gelato and a walk on the beach as the sun sets..), and can hang out sans make up and in ugly house pants, watching musicals like there's no tomorrow! c'mon, how can a friendship end when we've even made for our fabulous-ness (fro + sushi = FRUSHI!)...ugh this is becoming really lame, mushy, and cheesy.

anyways, homegirl, we'll one day live somewhere in Vancouver, not very far away from each other, living either together or with some boy that we've actually allowed into our very independent lives, still watching random episodes of Grey's Anatomy, and perhaps sharing a sleep over when we're feeling like crap (Mer-Cristina style). and although we're on a man hating phase, and are deathly afraid of child birth, if ever those two somehow creep into our lives, I hope we'll still remain the bestest of frushi bests. love you girl.

Love,
the Fr- to your frushi.

30 Days of Letters

wow, I've been blogging toooo much lately..! so recently I stumbled upon this concept of writing a letter to different people for 30 days, based on a list of different people who have influenced you. I thought it was an intriguing concept, one that may stir up some problems, but most probably not, since I'm the type that tends to be very ambiguous with things like this, rarely use names (unless it's a positive letter), and usually use these concepts just for self reflection and personal venting reasons. I find things like this a good way to get rid of different emotions. so hey, let's try this shizzz out (but I can't guarantee I'll finish this/write EVERYDAY, since next week is getting a bit hectic for me!) I'll either start today or tomorrow, I won't copy the list on this post (it's a way for you to be in suspense as to what I'll post the following day/for you to google the idea and read other people's letters..it's actually kinda fascinating), and see how far into the list I can go, without being too concerned about what I write! (sorry if you think this is lame, deal with it.)

Did I Mention..

that I've betrayed my Faculty of Science peeps, and gone to the dark side..where people actually like each other, care about fellow peers, LOVE food and eating sustainably, and they really like their booze (especially their wine and beer!).

I mainly made this post, just as a segway into my photo of a shot glass (which I'm lamely lovin'), showing off my Aggie pride!! ya'll love my oddness..don't lie.

AWWWWWW YEEEEAAHHHHH *Jersey Shore style*

yes, blogging and a social life have been somewhat non existent in the past couple weeks, but that's the story of every uni kids life. as a way to get as far away from school mode as possible, I shut off the brain, pushed aside the readings and stats questions, and did legit shit all last weekend. I got raped by stats, did pretty well in FNH, and LFS was just being stupid and time consuming, so I felt I deserved a break. sooooo, on Friday, I helped with the running of the AgUS Bzzr Garden. very tiring, served too much beer, was very sober, was sure someone was going to hit me when we ran out of beer, was called "sunshine" in an attempt to be served beer that didn't exist, and rode a mechanical bull for the first time (my groin was in SEVERE pain the morning after..). saying "AWWWW YEAHHHH" (total J.S. style) whenever we loved something, and then ALLL the other girls saying the same thing, seemed to happen a lot that night. for some reason, saying aww yeah in a wannabe Jersey accent, and saying it uber loud is VERY addicting..and makes you sound really dumb. (hatas gun hate) all in all, got to meet TONS of people, got closer to the AgUS peeps, and my mechanical bull virginity was taken away, so I think quite a bit was accomplished that night!

Saturday was a family day. my mum decided to take me shopping for my 20th birthday..for a new mattress. you know you're getting old when.. had a nomalicious dinner at Stephos (and my FAV SUPER gay waiter was there, which really made my night).

Halloween was stupidly G rated. didn't do much during the day, but spent the night with the crew, watching the boys waste hundreds of dollars on firecrackers, just for a 5 second thrill. boys will be boys. (all Rach and I could think about were the number of shoes we could've bought from the amount of money that was used on light entertainment that lasted us an hour!)

although it may not seem like an eventful weekend to end off a few weeks of hell, it was sure what I needed. my body stopped hating me (the fatigue and chaos of the past few weeks really took a toll on it), got to spend time with the family and bests, and was able to use the brain for purposes other than solving probability equations, or memorizing a gazillion food processing techniques!

hopefully there will be more blogging in the near future..the next will most probably involve having an emotional breakdown about turning 20..!

das it!

RANT II

soooo, here's another.

something that's really annoying is being treated like you're dumb, not competent, as though you know very little, have very minimal experience in something, when really you probably have far more skills in a certain aspect than others, especially for your age. I totally feel like that at times, especially because, with some groups/ organizations I work with, I tend to be either one of the youngest people, or one of the few females. I feel as though I'm being pushed aside, treated like I'm not worthy, that my sex and age are preventing people from seeing my actual potential. luckily, the people who treat me that way don't matter much in the 'real world,' that I'm noticed by the more 'important' people, but (from a social aspect), it's nice being treated like an equal, y'know? I think some people need to put themselves in other peoples shoes, to look at a situation from all perspectives, to stop thinking about doing things to SOLELY benefit themselves. even though people act tough and try not showing how they actually feel, they may be feeling like crap inside. ugh. it felt nice not being treated like I was inferior for a couple weeks, but the fun of inferiority is starting to swing back up again. maybe it's better to step aside and let others run the organization, instead of focussing my energy towards something that hurts me more than helps me. (I have a feeling that will be the end result of this..)