tianxiadiyi

I really wasn't hating on my math professor for being senile, but I cannot deny the frustration I felt when his lectures were either nonexistent or, at most, inadequate.
I was very happy today that he postponed the quizzes.
Since my math class is in the computing center, I was having a grand time on facebook before I discovered that I couldn't update the Adobe flash player thingy.
I gasped audibly. No... youtube?
"Is Michael Jackson your favorite artist?" the guy next to me asked.
I glanced at him. "Oh, uh... no? Why?"
He gestured downwards. "Your glove."
I looked down, as if seeing it for the first time. "Oh. Right. Coincidence."
He laughed, his eyes twinkling. "If you say so."
He and I has just met about half an hour prior, and that was when the question game began. Tan skin, honest-looking face, sturdy build. Not too muscular. Friendly. Amiable. Looks around his early twenties. Not Caucasian? Possibly Hawaiian or... Native American?
I think I've finally befriended a somewhat mature guy in college. All the ones from the past were creepy. I'm finally getting a sense of normalcy, just sitting there and making light conversation with someone who's adult and yet still on par with the scope of life I'm accustomed to.

The biggest dilemma I stumbled upon today : Should I or should I not tell her that her makeup is melting off?
And what advice should I give her? Don't wear sunblock as a base? Choose oil-free foundation?
And before I knew it, she had gotten up and left.

I make it a point to weigh myself in the morning after a shower.
My weight keeps fluctuating. D:
I also got my period early, so I think that means I've been overly worried lately.
Also, some things indicate that I need to burn off some hormones. In my case that's definitely the direct yield of stress. Sexy Yunho or not. Hahha. I can't believe I snuck a peek at those Calvin Klein ads. What the hell's happened to me?!
I need to take more strolls. I need to hang out more. I need to dance to more Korean songs.

Things to buy this Friday during shopping :
1. Lancome powder compact
2. Aeropostale hoodie (at least one)
3. Heels? (hopefully gladiator heels)
~ I must keep in mind that I cannot go over 100 bucks unless someone's life is on the line or something. (Which means Ricardo better watch where he's stepping.)
~ 'How should I do my hair on Friday?' is not a thought I should be having >< How can I be preoccupied with such mundane things... when did I become like this? I used to be... fun. I used to have personality. Now all I think about is... sigh, what DO I think about? I suppose this is all part of that sense of normalcy, though. The only question is how much it will impact my relationships. I essentially took a 180-degree spin from the old me. My interests have changed. Dramatically, I might add. But my personality? I'd say the skeletal structure of my beliefs will always be there.

I've been asked why I don't wear circle lenses(the black buggers that make a girl's eyes look bigger by enlarging the iris. Well, I don't care about that. I don't have small eyes to begin with. And also, if I'm too squeamish to even put on regular contacts for the sheer purpose of passable sight, why the hell would I begin with circle lenses? And yes, I say that with a sneer.
No circle lenses for me. I'm not against them, though. If they make girls feel better about themselves, then they can go right ahead. They should remember, though - there's always eyeliner, falsies, and white eyeshadow. ;)

I don't know what hair color suits my skin tone more. Black, or brown?
I really like black hair because of the payoff after I'm done with the curling iron. It has a dolly effect without giving off any sort of artificiality.
Either way, I don't want to dye my hair any time soon. Not until it's past my breasts. And that's going to take a while, for obvious reasons, haha.

During summer of 09, something happened that made me shed 15 pounds.
That's quite a bit for me, and I think that's one of the contributing factors to why I look so different to a stack of my friends and acquaintances.
Anyway, it seems to be stopping at 105 pounds, which someone tells me is either borderline or precisely underweight at my height.
I highly doubt that. I'm not going to stop shedding pounds. I won't diet, but I'll definitely exercise.

All to abandon a part of my identity in high school.
I guess it's the symbol I want to establish, for myself more than anything, for letting go.
Different hair, different body, different clothes, different me - to mark college as a fresh start. Tuck the turbulence away.
I don't want to be the old me anymore. Too honest, too open, too readable, too trusting, too merciful, too vulnerable.
From now on, every step I take, accented by the echo of my heels, is a slash into the hearts of all those who ever plan to harm me.
Because this bitch is no longer teething, and has learned to bite.

Tomorrow's Wednesday. I wonder who else I'll encounter from high school, and play the 'recognize me or not' game with.
Finally registered with the school system and now I have a computer lab password. :)
Hmm, I should be getting that pink lipstick in the mail any day now...