Okaaay... Hihi! My name's not important, but if you must address me...let's go with..."Nyuu" So let's start over... Hi! My name is Nyuu :) I made this account a while ago to vent out my feelings and stupid things that happen in my life, but I guess I never got around to it...so...let's try it again. Feel free to message me, but I might not respond as often as you would like. I am quite a forgetful person >~< And just as a caution: I'm the girl with a lot of issues.
So you ever have to do a Roast or Toast in your history class?
No?
Well here's how this works...
(I'm by no means an expert on anything in history, and am by far too indecisive to may a impacting statement or the such about people so this is more about what someone did that got on my nerves...)
Picture a fancy dinner party with fancy champagne and wine glasses everywhere and suddenly someone clinks a spoon (or knife) against their glass and proposes a toast... "Toast" being the operative word for announcement... In this, said "toast," the person or persons being addressed will either be "Roasted", meaning being berated in front of everyone, or "Toasted", meaning praised in front of everyone. And that is the basics behind a Roast or Toast
*cue the applause*
So here we go!
ROAST!
So this is a roast of something stupid my friend told me yesterday, and how sometimes not doing something is the wrong move . . . ahee xP
Yesterday we had summer school. My friend, who I shall now refer to as X, had a lab class.
For those of you who have never taken a college level lab class . . . know that dress code is very important!
You must wear a shirt covering the shoulders that you aren't afraid of getting dirty and that isn't dangling in front of you (so that it doesn't drag against anything, long pants to protect your legs, and closed toe shoes. Sometimes (depending on the lab) you also have to wear lab goggles (teehee - they leave funny rings around your face afterwards though haha)
X had disregarded the rule about shoes and wore flip-flops (or a thong as some people refer to them) to school. X's teacher found out and tried to get X to find another pair of shoes.
Another side note.
Where we live, we have to (and I mean have to) travel by car . . . reasons being 1) it's too dang hot outside and 2) the land is way too big to walk O.O (err it's a long walk if you didn't understand 2...)
X then got kicked out of lab. X texted me about it and I, thinking that every lab grade counts, later asked X if X got a ride home from X's mother (who also goes to school--it is community college after all) to get shoes.
X goes a little crazy (my definition, maybe not someone else's) and starts to tirade on about how X couldn't possibly get a ride because X has no car...and because X's mom is heartless (my word not X's. X's word would be...stubborn...yea let's go with that) X can't just borrow the car to return home to get shoes then come back.
This is where difference of opinion comes in. I thought that since grades are important to asians (yes we are both asians, although I stipulate I am a defect....so don't hold it against me...) X could have gotten shoes, whereas X believes that there was no possible way for X to have gotten shoes
Haha switching between first, second, and third person is hard >.<
But, to each their own I suppose.
That's the end of my rant...I mean Roast, not that there was much of a roast in there...
As for the title...I was thinking about coffee (Roasted of course) and toast (the bread kind...is there any other) and thought that that would be tasty...(either of them I mean...although I am in some dire need of coffee...now...so sleepy =.=)
Ahhhh! I skipped a day! Already! and it's only been the third (second?) day! *facepalm*
So yesterday, (since I "forgot" to post) was an up and down. In the morning I woke up at 4 AM to write that (stupid/i had no idea what I was writing about) essay on women's rights and to study for a different class' test
#lifeofaprocrastinator
I managed to get everything done, and then proceeded to head to the kitchen for some nutrition! (Because everyone "knows" breakfast is the most important meal of the day!) And there was nothing in the house....well nothing cooked anyways
...so (brace yourselves)...
I ate ramen...
*cue the sounds of shock and ridicule*
*hangs head in shame* yes, yes I know I'm a terrible person! *sobs*
*in a small voice* it didn't even taste good...
"THEN WHY'D YOU EAT IT?!"
because I was too lazy to cook anything else >.<
But on the bright side I did go to kickboxing yesterday, so I suppose half of that ramen is gone *air punch!* yeah!
*hangs head* yea...we all know that's not how this works...
So today. I woke up late and by late I mean 2 in the afternoon.
bad bad bad bad girl!
Yea...way to keep my life on track huh?
Because I woke up so late...I skipped kickboxing class TT.TT
So I can either compensate by going to the gym, or live in depression.
. . . . . a-ho a-ho a-ho a-ho a-ho . . . . .
(for any of you that don't know...and aren't semi-otaku's as I am... "a-ho" (which is how I spell it, but it could be wrong) means idiot in Japanese...it's usually said by a crow in an anime after the mc or any other character for that matter has done something stupid beyond belief... kay enough of a blurb...back to the blog)
Speaking of depression, I had another down moment today.
You know when suddenly you feel so tired, just tired down to your bones? But not because you've physically exerted yourself, but more because of everything life's thrown at you?
mind you, life hasn't thrown very much at me...I'm just being melodramatic and moody...maybe it's that time...but I just had it like a week ago?! *sigh* #probsofagirl #iwantchocolate
Well I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep my life away, but there are a few problems with that
1) I didn't exercise this morning so I should get on that...
2) I really don't want to be at home right now
3) I don't want to be around people right now, so going over to a friend's house is out
4) I don't have close enough friends for 3 to apply to anyways...
Haha...I guess I'll be talking to myself...not that I don't talk to myself a lot anyways, but here goes:
The biggest thing on my mind lately is something that everyone thinks about at least once in their life... their body Weight.
Well, okay that's a little bit of a lie, the biggest thing on my mind right now is the essay I have due in the morning for summer school (college summer school not high school...high school wasn't the best place...but I guess I can talk about that later xP) which is about women's rights...I think...still a little foggy on the details, but this is helping me procrastinate...so yay!
But I digress...
So, recently my mother (yes I still live with my parents when I'm not at school) allowed me to join kickboxing classes. I say allow because the classes themselves are expensive. I don't mean to brag about money or anything, so don't take it the wrong way, but they are unfortunately. v.v;;; Hence the "allowed". The price is one of the things she won't let me forget about either, which in itself is semi-depressing because this is my birthday present in and of itself.
Self torture for my birthday yay! :(((
Again I digress...I should really stop doing that...sorry.
Okay, where was I....right kickboxing. Well I made a promise to go every single day, minus sundays because they don't have kickboxing-specific classes on sunday, but so far (I've been doing this for about...2 and a half weeks now) I've skipped 2-3 classes in each week, which I really do feel ashamed about, but I can't seem to find the motivation to go.
Right, a little bit about me first. I am...overweight. Not too too overweight, but overweight enough that it makes me uncomfortable, which is when you know you've really got to do something.
*sigh*
I really want to go....that might be a lie, but I feel as if I should want to go. After all, the first couple of classes I was legitimately excited to go! Like really! But then everything started to get repetitive and I just lost motivation.
My best friend is skinny...like | <---skinny. No joke. She eats the world (in food content) and still is | skinny
...I guess I should just say 'stick' but | is so much more entertaining ^.^' right digressing...
I want to be the friend that she's proud to walk besides. I mean, don't get me wrong. She's my best friend regardless of whether I'm a whale, a flea (although she'd probably roll up a newspaper and smack me herself), a dog, a cat, a goldfish, a giraffe, a zoo, a monkey...where was I going with this?...right, right...friends....uhhh she'd be my best friend regardless of what I look like...
As a side note: I look and dress like a hobo most the time, so anything at this point would be an improvement....so yea...
And I'd be hers regardless of what she looked like...except if she was a mosquito. THEN she'd be dead...I hate those blood suckers >.>
Buuuut....I want to be a better friend...so call me superficial
"You're sooo superficial, Nyuu"
Yes, yes I know. But I want to her to be proud of me...I want to be proud of me and that all starts here.
Under the line....
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I publicly vow (let's see how long this goes...)
to write a report of my progress on my weight. (because I need a diary of some sort too, but that's not the point)
I am currently 180 lbs (as of yesterday, when I weighed myself)
and my goal, by the end of this year (so at the beginning or end of December?)
is to lose at least 10-20 of those lbs. (actually more, but let's be realistic here...)
So that I (most importantly I, but also others...but I guess you always do these types of things for yourself anyways)
will be proud of my body. And wear non-hobo-esque clothes. (so as to not embarrass my fashion conscious friends again :) and yes I know "non-hobo-esque" is not a word, but I make up words all the time, so bare with me)
This I promise to YOU, and more importantly, to MYSELF.
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