Stop Putting Me On Blast!

Damn.

So ill lil & I were at albertson's to pick up some essential items. Now I had just picked up some wings (chicken or actually lily and i both picked up the latter wings too, TMI probably), potato wedges & macaroni salad for dinner and didn't want my dinner to keep getting cold so ill lil is wondering what to choose for dinner and says to me she wants something healthy. I then say "Just get a healthy TV dinner and let's go!" And then like 20 feet away this tall, husky, rounded belly, white man yells back to me "THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A HEALTHY TV DINNER!!!" What the heck?! Where did this large white man come from and why is he calling me out?! haha I make a comment about lean cuisines in my defense and he then proceeds to make jokes about cheese and makes jabs at my statement and i'm not really sure what he is saying because i'm just laughing since I don't know what to say and 1. I can't believe he heard my first statement like at least 20 feet away from me in the dairy area when i'm in another aisle and 2. Can't believe that he would put me, a poor defensive little azn girl (insert puppy dog eyes) on blast!

BUT WHY ARE PEOPLE CALLING ME OUT? First my professor and now tall, husky, white man. sighs.

On top of that, j.tang visits me at night, and as I drink my large can of Arizona Green tea with ginseng and honey (99 cent best deal ever), I miss my mouth and it hits my face.

What is going on with my life?!?!

Another Fail In My Life

So tomorrow is my midterm, once that is over I finally will get a small break from the blue books, scantrons and crying. I have one tomorrow, one last tuesday and one the week before and one the week before that. A cycle of horror! But tomorrow I will be in the best mood ever! :) Anyways, so filling out the study guide for my midterm tomorrow, I e-mailed my professor asking about one of the questions. This is the e-mail she sent me back.

"Hi Tiffany:  

We went over the trait-preference material three times in the last two days of class.  This leads me to wonder if you were paying attention.  A personality trait is a stable, long-lived determinant of behavior that is not really under your conscious control.  A preference is like being right handed and breaking your right arm.  You prefer to write with your right hand; but if the situation calls for it, you can switch to your left." 

*btw she didn't bold that

:( :( :( I felt so guilty when I read that but then I started laughing. Well I actually was really :( but many times I try and just laugh off the hurt. She called me out for sure. What a diss! haha I was paying attentionish! I've never missed a class! Then I went back into my inbox and I see she sent an e-mail to the class saying she was done answering midterm questions and was tired and going to bed. LOL I would be mad and call her names, even though it's my fault because that's the bitchycollegestudentthingtodo BUT I can't do any of that cause I actually really do like her as a teacher though. And she still did answer my question......haha But there's another Tiffany in the class though so I hope she mixes us up. :X hahaha

hahaha Damn, well............

The lesson learned: Pay attention in class.
The true lesson learned: E-mail from an anonymous account and use a fake name.

The Fails In My Life

Eff.

I haven't drank any water today.

This is no good for my One Waterbottle A Day Everyday Life Goal Plan.

I will now down this half full water bottle on my desk.

Done.

Sigh. Good enough.

Today I was supposed to wake up at 9:30 AM, half an hour before I usually get up cause i'm trying out this thing called, "eating breakfast" I hear it's good for you. So anyways my alarm didn't go off. My class takes attendance and I had a midterm afterwards too, so if I overslept that wouldn't have been too great. So I think God was kind enough to wake me up at 10AM (the time I usually would get up); however I think God is a little prankster because the way I woke up was that I pulled both leg calves muscle, you know those extremely annoying Charlie horses? So I laid in bed writhing in pain for a good 5 minutes before I got up. Thank you God for that loving wake up call.

A Peek Into The Past

Two midterms coming up this week, and of course a procrastination post is needed.

This is my favorite shirt.

(hence the awkward pointing at said shirt)

Wow, I look like a huge dork. But I guess you can tell I really like this shirt because i'm smiling so ecstatically that my eyes have actually disappeared in this picture. Anyways, this shirt is my favorite more than the reasoning of the immense amount of style it has but of the memories it holds. I've actually had this shirt since I was 6 or 7 years old, can't remember exactly. My parents put me in sports camp over the summer and I was in this co-ed soccer camp called Skyhawks. Soccer actually used to be my favorite sport. I used to say "Why does everyone like basketball? That's stupid, my favorite sport is soccer." I don't think I was very good at soccer though. All I was good at was running quickly, but there's a lot more to soccer than just running. I remember one time the ball flew into my stomach and knocked the wind out of me. Remember that I was just a 6/7 year old girl and this camp was co-ed and I was one of the smaller, and younger ones there. And then one game I was goalie, and the soccer ball hit my face, more specifically my eye. And it was that day on, that basketball became my favorite sport. I think the mere fact that I can use my hands to catch the ball if it comes flying at my face has a lot to do with my favoritism of basketball.

As a kid this shirt used to be pretty large on me. 15 years later though, surprisingly it's a perfect fit. I love throwing this shirt on and lounging around in it. It reminds me of my childhood. It reminds me of all the sports camps and summer camps that my parents put me throughout the years in my childhood. Plus the graphic design on the shirt, I definitely am feeling it. It's funny how we can recycle so many things. If you saw me wear this shirt, you wouldn't know the story behind it and what it means to me. There's a lot of stories out there about our friends that we don't know about. How many stories are there that our friends are keeping inside them and that we don't know?

I want to hear about each one of your stories.

Let's grab some coffee and share.

In Loving Memory

My sophomore year, i wrote your name down at the senior GRX as the senior that i wanted to get to know more.

you actually got in touch with me and we had lunch at gypsy den

you paid for my meal despite my refusals

you were so warm, hip and kind

i remember feeling so elated that you wanted to get to know the little me

you were this cool, pretty and wise senior and i was just some sophomore noob

& i felt so touched that you still wanted to spend time with me after our hang out

i remember the time we played racquetball and you laughed at my poor skills

i remember your great big smiling face as i barely made it to visit you during your graduation ceremony

i wish we had more memories together

i wish i called you up and hung out with you when i was in norcal

i wish i had one more hang out with you so i could soak up your presence once more

you are such a beautiful person inside and out

all this leads to my confusion

i dont understand.

you take for granted the time you have with a person.

you touched my heart & i'll never forget you

my prayers go out to your family.

you are so missed by many.

Rest In Peace CJ

Bitch, You Got An Itch?

Okay so the title of this post, really has nothing to do with what this post is about but I like rhyming and sometimes I like to pretend i'm all hard and ish. Thus the combination of the two led to that. I'm...awesome?

So I have some little everyday goals set up for myself.

1. Drink a water bottle a day.

Don't laugh nor mock me with your "one bottle? shoot, i drink 8 glasses a day!" Some of you know that I have a little difficulty with drinking water. :( Water to me is so bland and I only like drinking it if i'm doing sports or eating something spicy. SOOOOOOOOO, I have to constantly remind myself to drink water. I used to write it on my mirror, have little post its, yadda yadda. Many times I go to campus with a water bottle and I come back to my apt empty handed, and i'm like, what the heck? Wasn't I holding something earlier? Poor abandoned water bottles, i have no idea where you are. But as result of my goal, I have multiple unfinished water bottles next to my bed. See:

That is a total number of 5, and I have another 3 in my car. Sigh. But i've been doing better lately and have been consistently drinking a bottle a day! This is going good guys, I am hydrating myself!

2. I'm going to buy a jump rope and jump rope every day for 5 mins and maybe 10 if i'm ambitious. Don't worry guys, I live on the first floor so I won't be bugging anyone.

So yay to good health! And i'm not longer eating microwaveables. :) This probably is highly related to the fact that i'm out of my Costco supply of microwaveable teriyaki bowls and pizza.

wish me luck!

You Got This

This is my prayer in the desert

And all that's within me feels dry

This is my prayer in the hunger in me

My God is a God who provides

And this is my prayer in the battle

And triumph is still on it's way

I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ

So firm on His promise I'll stand

The Desert Song//Hillsong