spoiled chinese girl

unicycling in the gym is f***ing HOT. i never sweat so much on a uni before in my LIFE! a good solid bunch of hours though.

Hahahahaha! Too much fun. Barring the fact that “Angela” is actually quite a common name and Saira might not have ment me, (but for sake of argument let's just say she did because it's funnier this way) (I have received confirmation, it *WAS* my pledge that spurred on the events of this particular evening.) apparently me pledging to the CHRY fundraising drive during her Superfly Show just brought the total of pledges for the night (or the show rather) to $666. *giggles*

Odd. I always pledge something and 69 cents. For the sake of hearing Saira say “69 cents” I lost my 69 cents somewhere. Alright… who's the goofball who pledged 31 cents?!?

Crap. It's 2am and I have class. It's a good thing I only listen in like once a month, and I make sure one of the times during the year happens to be the third week of September. Gah! I have a newsletter to put together, business plans to write, and a job to secure!

P.S. Badur is my pimp.

P.P.S. I don't know whether I should be worried, or flattered, when a homeless guy panning outside a Timmy Ho's recognizes me while I'm grabbing a bagel. (From like 2 weeks before.) Either way, he's a nice guy. Maybe next time I see him I'll buy him a coffee.

…it sure ain't happened yet.

I have come to the realization that I do not handle people who have excessive neurotic needs. Currently, the list of failed relationships (either with a significant other, or with friends) fit one of the ten generalized nerosies. Depressing when you think about it. The ones I notice most often in former friends and lovers are as follows: (1) Need for affection/approval. This would be the one who CONSTANTLY asks if I love them, to re-affirm that I won't leave them, that must know 24 hours a day 7 days a week that yes, they are “the one” for me (when because of this condition, I simply can't anymore!) (2) Need to exploit others. This is categorized as people who enjoy making others do tasks for them, when it is quite evident that they can do it themselves. Sadly, I play into this a lot because I have a tendancy to help others too much. But still. There's asking for my help, and there's hiring me to be your personal assistant without telling me I've suddenly become your personal assistant. (3) Need for social recognition. Finally, people who have a craving to become a part of the rich and famous. And have no idea how the hell to do it. Is it so wrong to not be able to stand people who want to become famous for all the wrong reasons? Well maybe it's a combination of 2 and 3. I can't stand people who exploit people (namely me!) to become famous. How's that?

Anyways, if you're wondering, so far, being three weeks into this particular course, I've self-diagnosed myself as Needing for affection and approval, need for someone to run my life, and need for independence. But all in moderation. Because I'm sane and normal. Until it comes to trying to ride a one-wheeled monster.

So I owe a few people pictures. Some pictures I couldn't get, and by now give up on trying to get them. Here's the remaining set!

	OrchidTattoos: 1. view out of the closest window to you 2. between your big toe and pointer toe (only in revenge of the ear thing) 3. the most girly outfit you own with you in it
	Joe: 1) Your Left Food 2) Your unicycle 3) An Apple
	Misticals: *your bed *your computer mouse *the inside of your refrigerator*
	hotdogcore: 1. Your neighbor when they're not paying attention. 2. You doing a headstand or handstand (it can be against a wall) 3. A screenshot of your favorite porn site.

Courtsey of mal

Today Angela woke up early to watch Coronation Street, took more pictures for the survey, popped a zit at the back of my neck and heard the puss squish out of the pores, showered, proved that she has more american cash than her mom does, and suggested to her dad that he take vegetarian cooking and guitar lessons. As far as food goes, Angela ate a hamburger without cheese for breakfast, had leftover rice for lunch, is going to have Shake'n'Bake for dinner, and plans to eat moon cakes at her parents' house for some festival she didn't mention the name of. And soon she'll head back downtown for school. The end.

I have begun to set myself into a pattern of days. Mondays are reserved for school and “Oh my god, I have so much to do today!” Tuesdays are mainly “Crap, I have to be in class at 8am, but hell, I'll finish by 10am/12pm (depending on the week)” and my goal is to attend the exercise facilities at my place of residence in the afternoon. Wednesdays are sleep-in days, where I shall attempt to wake up at normal working hours, to organize myself and again attend the exercise facilities, or perhaps work on projects later on. Thursdays are my most productive day of the week. It again is a “sleep-in day” yet I am usually up and productive far before class, can retire myself to the educational institute a multitude of times for various small tasks and am most constant in my exercise habits at the facilities, as well as unicycle club that evening. Fridays are so far reserved for the chiropractor, but that may soon change. Saturdays and Sundays are days of rest and relaxation until the amount of concentration needed for school rises.

The first professor that interviewed me for a position as Academic Assistant has rejected my application, citing that someone with a more compatable class schedule was chosen. Them's the breaks, she knew what my schedule was when she interviewed me. The second professor had said at the interview to call him back at 5pm the same day for an answer, and when I called, received the message that his decision will be deferred until the following week. Which in my mind sounds like “I must check out some other options first, because you may not be what I'm looking for.” Which is fine. Unlike many of my peers, I at least took the chance of rejection by applying, where they instead accept and expect rejection by not bothering to apply. So many people fear the possibility of rejection, and instead choose to accept the certainty of rejection instead. While I do the same with lottery tickets, I choose to save my money for something that will promise me a return, instead of play with my hopes and dreams.

I was able to become a creative quasi-designer today. Nothing fancy, but UnrealTear allowed me creative freedom on his IAM page, and the results are now publicly aired. I enjoy small creative tasks, because they take up very little time and energy, yet still let me play and go through the motions of thinking things clearly. Currently there are three designs on IAM that are of my creation that I am perfectly proud to call designs I created. Besides my own, UnrealTear that I just finished, Jana's is the third. Perhaps later on there will be more. I am such a minimalistic person when it comes to webpages. I do not deal well with excess, and I do not deal well with limitations.

My left ass cheek really hurts. I'm not particularly sure why. It may be from last night's escapade of unicycle riding where I kept attempting to ride lopsided due to a very painful medical condition creating a very sensitive and sore spot. Either way, the most redundant yet fun conversation ensewed. “You've been doing this for a really long time now. Why can't you ride yet?” “Because I keep falling.” “But what's causing you to fall?” “Gravity.” Alright, I admit, this is not an accurate transcription of the conversation. But it sounds about right. So there.

I still need a good portion of pictures for that survey that was posted a few entries down. These will be my project for tomorrow, and by the beginning of the work week shall be completed.