Sometimes I need a filter.
No really, I think I do. There are times when I'll be very honest about something and sometimes, it can be offensive. Offensive in that disgusting, oh-my-gosh-why-did-you-say-that kind of way.
I was supposed to work on revising my Chinese "Art" and "Culture" paper but I got sidetracked. I sang along to Gershwin, Lady Gaga, and Chester French. Typical things I do on a 3am anyways.
I'm supposed to be at camp, but because I wasn't feeling so great this morning, I decided to catch up on some more sleep. Needless to say, I didn't really do much on Friday, besides endure lots of group activities and forced dancing. Overall, it was an interesting night. Kind of startling at times, especially with that creeper man who never left. (And yes, if you were wondering, I didn't get to enjoy much of the nice weather either. Poo.)
I don't really care about my nails, like many girls do. But as I look at them, they cause me a lot of physical pain. While I am in a nervous situation, I tend to peel my nails until they bleed. If you ever see my nails, they are hardly long. Actually, when I see really long nails, I become shocked. I guess it's because I play cello and all, and when I see people with longer nails, I try to envision myself with those weird scaly nails playing the cello. Not a good sight at all.
I just had to bring that up since they were really bothering me as I type... blah. I really need to come up with another nervous habit that won't hurt me as much, especially when I type.
Recently, I've been getting a ton of papercuts too. After my internship on Tuesday, I went to McDonalds with Gelmar since I needed to eat before Women's Choir. Yeah so the box that held our 50 piece chicken mcnuggets "slashed" me. I was bleeding all through choir. It was really funny as girls were asking me how in the world I obtained a cut on my right index finger. "Oh um... Chicken McNugget box. Watch out, they're dangerous." Dangerous indeed.
The wind in Bethlehem needs to look at the stop sign outside my window and stop. Seriously, even though my window is CLOSED shut, I can still feel the cold breeze from the wind. I don't like turning on my heat because then my room because humid as heck and it becomes really stuffy.
I'm done.
No really, I think I do. There are times when I'll be very honest about something and sometimes, it can be offensive. Offensive in that disgusting, oh-my-gosh-why-did-you-say-that kind of way.
I was supposed to work on revising my Chinese "Art" and "Culture" paper but I got sidetracked. I sang along to Gershwin, Lady Gaga, and Chester French. Typical things I do on a 3am anyways.
I'm supposed to be at camp, but because I wasn't feeling so great this morning, I decided to catch up on some more sleep. Needless to say, I didn't really do much on Friday, besides endure lots of group activities and forced dancing. Overall, it was an interesting night. Kind of startling at times, especially with that creeper man who never left. (And yes, if you were wondering, I didn't get to enjoy much of the nice weather either. Poo.)
I don't really care about my nails, like many girls do. But as I look at them, they cause me a lot of physical pain. While I am in a nervous situation, I tend to peel my nails until they bleed. If you ever see my nails, they are hardly long. Actually, when I see really long nails, I become shocked. I guess it's because I play cello and all, and when I see people with longer nails, I try to envision myself with those weird scaly nails playing the cello. Not a good sight at all.
I just had to bring that up since they were really bothering me as I type... blah. I really need to come up with another nervous habit that won't hurt me as much, especially when I type.
Recently, I've been getting a ton of papercuts too. After my internship on Tuesday, I went to McDonalds with Gelmar since I needed to eat before Women's Choir. Yeah so the box that held our 50 piece chicken mcnuggets "slashed" me. I was bleeding all through choir. It was really funny as girls were asking me how in the world I obtained a cut on my right index finger. "Oh um... Chicken McNugget box. Watch out, they're dangerous." Dangerous indeed.
The wind in Bethlehem needs to look at the stop sign outside my window and stop. Seriously, even though my window is CLOSED shut, I can still feel the cold breeze from the wind. I don't like turning on my heat because then my room because humid as heck and it becomes really stuffy.
I'm done.
