I don’t usually hahahahaha in my posts but today I’ll make an exception because I’m feeling slightly spritely at this moment besides also feeling sluggish from lying in bed all day. If I don’t say why I’m hahaha-ing is this post kind of pointless? Probably, but I don’t care. I had fillings and a clean at the dentist today, I got needles, and half my face was numb. I think I should drink more water, and try to read my tutorial notes so I can start recording my procrastination and study habits that I was supposed to start on Monday. However, I can’t because I’m behind on readings for psychology, and basically all my subjects and it’s only week three. I dunno, this post just doesn’t feel like it’s the right time to bring in the hahaha’s, but it’s been done and undoing it seems kind of, redundant. I don’t know why I chose the word redundant, but hopefully you can assign some sort of understanding to what I actually mean by it, because I have no idea, and I’ll just agree that that is actually what I mean. Maybe I meant what you mean but I didn’t even know it. I have a bunch of lecture slides, notes and exercise notifications sitting in the printer downstairs. Downstairs being the word of importance. I feel like I want to just dance around my room so I can use some of this pent up energy (and not to mention unused calories) but I’m just not feeling it, I don’t have any music in mind. Also to that, I have to update my iTunes because I’ve been listening to Halcyon by Ellie Goulding non-stop, with intermittent Katy and Marina and the Diamonds, and every so often just repeating some Miley because I only have two songs off her new album on my iTunes right now. This is quite devastating. So many readings to catch up on. Today I was supposed to catch up on everything. Oh my god, and I still have a brain and behaviour lecture to catch up on that I keep forgetting I’ve even missed. How does one become organised??? Should I use my diary?? I think the answer is yes. Okay, let me start using my forty dollar diary more thoroughly like I had in the past. Oh my god, and also, where the hell are my really nice binders I used for school? I had a mint fabric covered one and a gold metallic fabric covered one, both of which, were so nice. I want to use those folders to start filing my notes in rather than these flimsy cardboard ones. I mean, they’re nicely coloured, but the feel and touch of cardboard makes me sort of cringe. I know, petty reasons, but… No buts!! But I’ll still but… Anyway, I don’t even know. Just so many funny things right now. Not right now, but what I’ve discovered. It’s kind of hilarious. And also, I don’t know. I was just thinking about love, and when I say love, I basically just mean romance in general. It can be so, different, there are so many things that could happen, so many ways actual love can come to be or come to realise itself. There’s no way of saying which one is the best and which one is the most long lasting, it just depends, on the people, the person, the everything surrounding the love. Oh wow that last part sounded lame. But I won’t delete it, because I feel like this post is a rant post. Not for anyone else, just for me. To vent things, just to type and think, but not ponder, okay, maybe ponder, but to not dwell. I think sometimes, well a lot of the times (The Office) I dwell on thoughts. And sometimes, when I’m reading about psychology I think, oh no, do I have a mental disorder? Am I over thinking to the point where I could be classified under some sort of anxiety or depressive disorder (my inability to even name one actual disorder shows a vast gap in my understanding and my study of psychology, or if there even is a gap, maybe just an empty space, much like an abyss of nothingness. Yes, I think that could be closer). Oh my god, this whole last part seems a lot like dwelling. Okay, let me move on. I need to invest in some hand cream, a nice compact hand cream I can carry in my bag. My hands are so dry right now, just, it’s uncomfortable. I feel like my blog is very mundane and it’s often just talking about how I suck and venting stuff, but I do have lots of fun as well in my life. I was about to add to the end of that sentence, “I suppose,” but I do! I don’t know, I don’t blog about it because I feel as though the good things, are so ephemeral. I just love that word. And what I mean by that is what everyone always says, that kind of cliche saying, I don’t even remember the saying. Just the one that says that you always remember the bad things more than the good things, especially when it comes to compliments and put downs, but I feel this a lot and also more in reference to the bad feels. Yes, feels. They’re not bad, well they are, but I mean nothing about death and things. Just things that make you kind of anxious are the things you tend to think about the most. And I think, that you have kind of a limit to the things you can think about all at the same time. And if you’re thinking about something negative, and you keep thinking about negative things, you overtime squeeze out the positive and happy thoughts from your mind. Not on purpose, just by habit. I guess that’s why they say think positive, be optimistic. Because once you hold onto something negative, your whole attitude is infected, and your mind becomes diseased. At this point, just try your hardest to be positive, fake it till you make it, before it becomes epidemic. But then at the same time I think that if you fake it you could also end up repressing feelings that you need to let go of, I guess it really depends on what exactly you’re dwelling upon…
Yes so anyway, tomorrow is a new day. I don’t know why I say things like this, but it is. You already knew that. I don’t know. I don’t know anything. So funny though, I look in the mirror and I say to myself, “Oh my god pizza face” and laugh. And then I’m like, “No! Positive thinking!! You look nice, me… Lol.” Yeah I also say lol in my head, it’s kind of pathetic and not an attractive trait. But you know, I used to “oh em gee,” and I also do that again, sometimes?
Just Another Woo Girl
P.s. These are basically the hashtags which made me laugh and want to blog about it, this is as vague and as specific as I can be, and now, I silently laugh through weird puffing sounds #wordpress #discoverme
P.p.s. I guess this is also the first time I use hashtags in my post. Wow, great day for firsts. I’m going to read some of this blog now.