spoiled chinese girl

Class is at 8am. I woke up at 8:11. No class for Angela. Stupid cell phone that had to die so I couldn't use it as an alarm!

Heh. That title makes no sense. Neither do I. I just got back from another unicycle club meet. Today was use-people's-shoes-as-pylons day where we went around in funny looking bow-tie shaped laps. Only I couldn't do it because I don't turn right, and I am only at about 75% when turning left. And these were some tight turns. And I am extremely out of shape. BUT! I got to try out Dave's 24″ street like unicycle that Filipe talked about a few weeks back. I was actually able to get on and stay on this time. And it's ever so nice. And I want one Well not exactly like his, for one thing mine's going to be red. And it will have gold Chinese characters down either side. Because it will be my Chinese New Year unicycle. And I'm pimpin' it out with everything I can get that's powdercoated red. And I'm just a big dork. It was super-nice though. I go so much faster on a bigger wheel! Yummy.

Speaking of bigger wheels. Someone bought a coker. Which is a 36″ wheel'ed unicycle. And Mister Filipe got to try that one. (I was too scared) So I took pictures. Anyone else realize I still have yet to have ANY photos of me actually riding this one wheel'ed beast? ANYWAYS! So I took a short videoclip and a few pictures of Phil before my newly charged battaries died (heh, next time, different pocket!) on the big honking unicycle. And I hear that if any of you have ever wanted to do something nice for Phil, and you've wanted to thank him for something in some way but never could think of how? These Cokers are only $575.00 CDN!

Therefore no 36″ unicycle for Phil. He has a new banana yellow 24″ municycle though. So he really shouldn't complain. I tried to ride his too. But if I were to succeed I think I need to put my knees on the pedals. So here's a picture of that too.

Now I must figure out how to re-word a 500 word proposal for a research assignment, turn off the lights, and watch the last half of Season Two of Spongebob Squarepants. Which have now made me want to say/sing/scream “I'm ready! I'm ready! I'm ready ready ready edy-edy-edy!” while riding in circles on my own unicycle.

God I'm a dork.

It has been a complete full three day assignment. To watch every episode of Spongebob Squarepants Season One in it's entirety. But because when I first got it I kept skipping episodes to watch my favourites, or just random clips, I had to start all over again. It's taken me three days of not being in school, being in bed, usually naked for some reason, listening to Mr. Squarepants's voice through my headset. And what do I have to show for it? I think my brain has turned to mush. ON TO SEASON TWO!

Oh. And I'm really only writing this for Filipe's sake. Because I have it. And he doesn't.

New idea for my next unicycle. Only it's going to cost a f***load of money. Meh. It's only money right? Big Pimpin'. Go big or Go home. Who wants to ride a half-assed unicycle anyways?!?

My new harddrive is almost half full. Because I have a slow-ass internet connection. This is insane. Mainly because I've only had it for a month. Can you imagine what would happen if I had a breakneck fast internet connection?? I might have used my DVD burner before now!

Oh, and I went to the gym today. Kickass. I did more than just the eliptical, go go chest/back workouts!

My ears hurt. Not from getting caught on stuff. Much. But mainly because these spikes are sharp. And they always dig into my arm or shoulder. It's getting annoying! BAH! But no, I am NOT giving up my spikes! D*** YOU BALLS! D*** YOU TO THE BLOODY BOWELS OF HELL!

I have a chunk of a business plan written out. The majority of it was done over the course of three nights, with last night extending until approximately 5am this morning. Which would be perfectly fine except for the fact that we also had a 9am class, requiring a drive through the worst of Monday morning rush hour traffic. Thus, 90 minutes of sleep later, I was the one required to drive the leased vehicle 30 km for approximately 80 minutes. Not very much fun. Only to find out that I slept through my 2 hours of class, and am now updating online.

The Bad: The b*ke I assumed I recently acquired? It's gone from it's hiding place. Logic would dictate that the previous owner finally got it through his thick head that he forgot something, and came back for it. Not-so-logic thinking would argue that maybe one of the newer roommates was behind schedule this morning, and rode it to class. *shrug* It sucks though I was really looking forward to learning how to ride a two-wheeled land vehicle. Oh well, I suppose it means more of a reason to start pushing my friends for the IOU they wrote up as a birthday present to build up my unicycle.

The Good: I am now the proud owner of Spongebob Squarepants Season 1 and 2. Does anyone want to instruct me on how to use my brand spankey new DVD burner? Because I know I own one, I should be able to find some media to go with it (although I'm not sure if it's a DVD+ or a DVD-. Meh, someone will message me, right? right?!?

So yes. I need to wait til a classmate gets out of class, then we will hit up the food joints to once again break my new years resolution (I do believe the ratio of me breaking my resolution outweighs my keeping it at least 3:1) then head back to my apartment for a much needed and greatly appreciated nap.

P.S. To everyone who wrote or made some form of contact regarding my previous post, thanks. I'm really happy to know that I'm not the only one, and that I have people I can turn to.

I guess it's something I should be used to. My mom not enjoying the fact that I happen to be (currently?) living a lifestyle that includes getting bits of shiny metal put through various parts of my body. The fact that I get called a freak, not right, and that I should be old enough to know better. That my newest addition is ugly, or horrendous, or disgusting. That for some reason, having these words spoken with such vile hatred for what I do, and in the language I grew up speaking, makes it hurt just that much more. I get accused of enjoying the pain, enjoying making my mom suffer, or that she blames herself, and me being “this way” is her punishment for some horrible sin she committed in a past life. That both my parents have always attempted to instill in me that surface beauty is all that matters, and to be the perfect porcelain china doll, is to be an honourable goal in life.

I should have already grown accustomed to not feeling welcome in my parents home, to always be hiding my body and my mind, not being free to express opinions or thoughts or ideas. I can't talk about my piercings (or heaven forbid I ever get a tattoo) openly, or candidly like so many others. That I will never receive any loving support or (attempts at) understanding for the choices I make for myself. That my methods and ways of thinking are flawed, and there must be something wrong with me, because I do not wish to look as perfect as the others, the children of friends who happen to choose a different path and lifestyle.

I should learn to accept that when I make myself feel happiness, I will also be saddened. That the price of my temporary happiness and pride in receiving something I have thoroughly researched and thought out, will be accompanied by a greater sense of worthlessness by the very people who should love me unconditionally. That who they have dreamed I would become, and who I dreamed I would become are very different people. But only one dream will become a reality, and I will be reminded every day that I should not live my life for me, but rather should live my life for them.

I should have known a long time ago, that every time I do something I want to do, I'm going to end up depressed and crying because no one that should approve, approves.