Oh look, Sunday night again.

So, well, it's sunday again. Sunday around the same time I began this blog, exactly one week prior, and wouldn't you know it, I have AP Gov homework that I'm procrastinating from. I've come full circle as the world would say. Thanks to all you beautiful people reading my blog, I've had over 350 page views, which I think's a perrrrrty darn good number for 1 week. That fact that my parents found out about this blog, and embraced it was pretty monumental too.

It's like..

 

I'm not really allowed to be anywhere unsupervised. If you haven't noticed from my posts, I have a sort of ADHD. I'm just really, really bad at focusing. I'll be in the middle of a conversation and completely drift off.

I also get lost really easily. As in I've gotten lost on my way to class, which is right across the hall from my locker easily (I ended up in the basement). It's happened multiple times.

I'm really oblivious and forgetful. I can't tell you how many times I've opened and reopened the fridge forgetting that I've already looked. Or stood there with a pen in my hand going, "I CAN'T FIND MY PEN!" Or... well you get the point. The fact that I still remember this blog exists is a miracle in itself.

I went to the beach with some of my friend's this past summer, and to keep track of me, my friend (well I thought we were friends until she decided to ask the whole class if they wanted to go to the italian festival, and didn't ask me), Marielle, devised a foolproof system. Marco Polo. Everytime I would drift away someone would yell out "Marco!" and I'd have to respond with "Polo." If I didn't, then they'd send someone after me to make sure I didn't  fall off a lighthouse or something.

 

I can make it to the grocery store and back most of the time...and I can also make it to my school (but I have to take the bus route, and make all the stops) Other than that, however, I'm pretty confused...

 

 

The "..." (oh look it makes a face too) symbolizes the lack of imagination and blankness my brain experiences every couple of minutes or so. My mom says it's the sign that I'm a genius and my thoughts are just moving too quickly for my brain to comprehend... I think I'm just slow...

 

You know what they should create? gps stickers. I'd stick them on EVERYTHING! How awesome would that be. You're sitting there, "where's my favorite shirt." So you go to your gps tracker and bam, you find out you're wearing said favorite shirt. And the problem's solved. Harassment free.

 

Quick shout out to Kathryn Shronk whose birthday party was last night!

 

 

 

Favorite Quote for Today:

Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.



Those days...

Today I was laying on the couch with absolutely no plans, no ideas, and no ambitions what so ever. So you know what I did? That's right I walked inside my room, picked out a really cute outfit, did my hair and makeup all nice, and sat back down on the couch with a

Well that was fun!

 

Then I flicked on netflix, and watched about 2 hours of Doctor Who and all of Book 1 of Avatar the Last Airbender (NOT THE MOVIE, the totally awesome super fantastical series). It was at that moment I realized... I have no life. So what did I do? I roused my lifeless body from the couch and opened the fridge, sighed, then opened the cabinet. Seeing nothing I decided to look in the fridge and cabinet again, but nothing new was in there. So I opened the freezer and..

Afterwards, I gave up and made popcorn and settled back down, preparing for  a marathon of Phineas and Ferb. I absolutely adore Doofenshmirtz, from Drusselstein (the land of many goats). As I grabbed my Matt Smith Pillow my little sister made me, my dad walked in:

Dad: What are you doing?
Me: Nothing productive...

Well that was that. He shrugged, chuckled, and went upstairs to take a nap. As I sat there, I acknowledged the fact that I hadn't shaved since the beginning of the school year (the uniforms have knee-high socks, which hide my dirty little secret) so I took a shower. To quote Jenna Marbles "There are those who pee in the shower, and those who lie." Well you can guess where I was going with that. Then I had many deep philosophical thoughts about my life for about 45 minutes. By the time I made it out, the bathroom was one big gas chamber, and my fingers looked like old people. So I took a nap. Ate. Watched more TV, and started writing on this blog. I think I'm going to go play Animal Crossing: City folk, next...if I can get my little sister to hand over the remote....


Favorite Quote for the Day:

I don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.

Pregnancy is not an option....part two

I guess I left the last post off on a weird note... but you know, stuff like that isn't good for the morning, it put's a damper on your day. I had to eat a pack of Ritz Peanut Butter crackers, a bagel, and some peach snapple before I could pull myself out of the dark hole it sunk me into. I decided to finish because

1. I'm getting some sushi in about an hour so I'll be able to release any tension this decided to slap down onto my soul.
2. I'm not running anymore (see "Oh dear...)
3. It'll be nice to get this out of the way

If you haven't looked at part one, take a quick peek at it, just so you're not confused.

A beautiful girl from "down under" commented asking me about adoption so I decided to start off with that.

Adoption can be a sensitive topic, but it doesn't have to be. I have two other sisters adopted from China as well.  Maybe one day I'll write down the story.

My parents are great, they're super, super open about the whole adoption thing. (I mean it's seeing as you know, Dad's Irish, Mom's Italian, and they have three asian daughters...it's kind of hard to hide). Anyways being adopted was never a negative thing, my mom would always say to me, "You know, normal kids, their parents were stuck with what they got. Me and your Father, we chose you."

But that's not to say it wasn't hard. It was always hard. I remember one time they asked us to do a family tree, so I drew a picture of me with a question mark over my head... I got an "A+"

I don't know when my birthday is. I know it seems like a little thing, but you don't know what you're missing if you've never not had it. Of course, now I can wake up everyday and wish myself a happy birthday, because every day is my Birthday.

I always feel out of place. Sometimes I don't even feel comfortable in my own skin. But I always have the saying, "Nurture not Nature." Just because my mom didn't birth me, doesn't mean anything. I have her personality, her creative artistic view at the world, and her ability to make anyone feel comfortable and safe. I have my Dad's love of science. I have his love of music, and his respect of politics.

People often ask me if I'd ever go back. You know, to China. I did. I went when I was in third grade to adopt my little sister, Bridget. She was so cute. Funny story though, she looked like a boy when she was a baby, and I was so freaked out I made my mom check the diaper.

I never want to meet my birth mother... and if given the chance, I don't know if I'd have the courage too. I love my parents, and I'm happy with them. My mom is my mom and my dad is my dad. It's that simple. It makes no difference if they birthed me or not.

I forgave my birth mother. It took a while, and lots and lots of therapy. I had alot of anger and sadness, but I've learned to trust and let go. No matter the circumstances, she chose life. She chose not to kill me. She decided that I was more than a fetus, I was a child, and she chose life. I love her for it, forever and always.

Sorry this post was such a downer, I just had to finish... the next one will be better. I promise. It's also my time of the month so I probably made this much more depressing than it had be. On that happy note...

Favorite Quote of the Day:

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Pregnancy is not an option

I love babies. I really do. They're cute, and cuddly, and fuzzy, and fluffy. They're like living teddy bears. But pregnancy is not an option. I'm a five foot asian and me pushing out a baby, would be like trying to squeeze a watermelon out of the leg of a 00 pair of skinny jeans. NOT POSSIBLE!

But, I am a tremendous advocate for adoption, seeing as I am adopted, so I totally support the whole process

It's not Loki's fault... THEY MADE HIM THAT WAY!!!
(I love you Loki, forever and always, right after Matt Smith, Shang, and Zuko)

 



I often wonder what my birth mother was like. Being adopted from China really leaves alot of holes in my life, like who she actually is, who she was, what my birthday is, how old am I really, who was my father, do I have any brother's or sisters, why did she give me away... You know all those light easy and fun topics we discuss over the dinner table. Sometimes I don't feel 100% chinese. Maybe my dad was white. I don't really know, but over the years people have expressed their views on my parentage, and most conclude with the idea that my I'm a mix. So that got me thinking about how my mom would or could have gotten pregnant with a white guy, and came to the conclussion that she must be a prostitute....more on this later, it's alot to think about

Oh dear...

I feel like that shady looking blob the cat dragged in, ate, and spit back up in a hairball. After yesterday, you think I would've managed to reboot myself back into reality with a spring in my step, and a quip in my voice, but alas my sarcastic mold has cracked and I'm going to have to do some serious repair before I'm up and running again. Literally running, actually. You see, my friend Holly had this brilliant idea that I should join cross-country (why does it seem like all great ideas are you're friend's ideas...?). It's actually an extremely relaxing sport and it's good for the soul, but my gosh, muscles I didn't even know existed are throbbing. After that first practice, man I thought never again, and yet I continued to go to practice...and now I have shin splints. But that's ok, because through this I learned a very, very valuable lesson.
What am I running from?
That's right. What am I running from? I'm sitting there jogging this 3.1 mile course thinking to myself "I am mentally insane...who does this? Why am I running?" Everybody grab a notebook, or paper, or a human, or a wall and right this down. THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT. Because it can be applied to all aspects in life. Say one day you're walking away from a conversation, "What are you running from?". Or maybe you want to say something assertive and don't. "What are you running from?". Or maybe you're a cross country runner like me, "What are you running from?" When I'm on the course, I pretend that everyone is a zombie...but actually...

Personally, I run from alot of things.

1. Emotionally unstable people
2. Chores
3. My chickens
4. Uncomfortable situations
5. Angry People
6. Murder Scenes
7. Shady alleys
8. My parents (sometimes...most of the time.... just kidding :D)
9. Homework (It's why I started this blog in the first place)
10. Chucky
11. Clowns
12. Horse teeth

But in the end, I realized, "But hey, I run towards alot of things too!"

1. The Holidays
2. Summer Vacation
3. Icecream
4. The last piece of cake
5. The lunch table at school
6. My friends when they need me
7. My chickens (well actually I run after them)
8. Those in need
9. My family
10. My faith
11. Food in general
12. Camping trips
13. Frozen Yogurt stands
14. Concerts
15. Matt Smith (Long live Doctor Who)
16. All things Disney
17. Mulan

And then after all of this occured I came to realize, "Life is a Journey". We're going to be constantly running everywhere, everywhich way. And sometimes, we won't even know which direction we're running. You just have to remember, to always keep moving, and "RUN FOREST!! RUUUUUUN!"


Favorite Quote For Today:

We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.

Quick shout out to VILLA VICTORIA!! WOOHOO CROSS COUNTRY TEAM DOMINATED!! I love you guys!

Also quick thank you's to

• Tiffany
• Alyssa
• Rachel
• And my beautiful, beautiful class

For supporting and helping to promote my blog... I really appreciate it guys, it wouldn't be the same without you.

That moment during an argument when you realize...you're wrong

So, the reason this post hasn't been...well..posted, is actually pretty straight forward. I've been sitting here for about 15 minutes, unable to think up something mildly amusing, with just enough sarcasm to keep you reading. Why am I writing a blog?  Honestly.

I'm just having an off day. I need topic ideas, if you could post some below that would be...helpful. I have too many ideas running around in my brain. I can't seem to catch any of them.

I guess I could do the title, because we've all had those moments when we passionately defend something we soon realize is wrong, and then sit there defending it half-assed because we can't take back our statements that we've already passionately expressed through colorful language and a gesture of expressive hand motions. I believe the expression is, "open mouth, insert foot." Although these moments are embarrassing, annoying, and something to be avoided, the world wouldn't be able to turn without them. Humans need arguments to survive. It's just that simple. We're sick creatures who take pleasure in the displeasure of others.

Think about it. What if you watched a movie where everything good happened to everyone and they all lived happily ever after because nothing bad or mildly amusing ever happened to them. No one would watch it.... NO ONE! It would be like watching barney 24/7 and even that had mild conflict.
What you would watch, however, is a movie where people are having a great time at the beach and then get eaten by a killer shark, and then the shark eats a little boy and his dog and all these fisherman have to go out and find the killer shark (who really is just underfed, it's not his fault humans are invading his home), and then the protagonist's son almost gets eaten by the shark, and then the protagonist almost gets eaten by the shark. Then this protagonist hops in a boat with a man who lost his leg to said shark and hasn't recovered since, and is slowly going mentally insane. Then the man goes mentally insane and gets eaten by the shark as the boat starts to sink with the protagonist inside, and then the shark blows up (the movie I described is jaws... I guess I should apologize for the spoilers, but that we go completely against the point I'm trying to prove). See, people like conflict, they like discomfort, they like death. They take pleasure in it. I take pleasure in it. It's just a way of life. Now I'm not saying that everybody is like this, because there are those few of us out there who are just peppy, preppy, and happy to be alive.

But tell me the truth, isn't this

Much more entertaining than this:

So next time you hit mild or even major conflict in your life, thank the moment, embrace it. Because without it, we'd all be holding hands skipping through a field singing Kumbayah, while the clouds puffed and the fields joined in, in chorus. And that's no fun.

Favorite Quote For The Day:

The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list.

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Trauma on Tuesdays

Another day another dollar, as the old saying goes. Of course that wouldn't apply to the poor old me, the only seventeen year old who still hasn't managed to hold down a real job. Not applying might have something to do with it... in any case, my only income comes from chores and cleaning the homes of relatives. It sounds disgusting...

This is how I portray myself cleaning...with those exact facial expressions

But honestly it's a pretty great income. It's ironic that I'm a cleaning lady, considering the state my room is currently sitting in.

 I don't even think I have a floor... but back to house cleaning.

Cleaning houses you really get intimate with those whose house you're cleaning on a deeper level. It's amazing how much you think you know a person...and then you clean their houses. All of a sudden, you can sit there and contemplate their use of shampoo vs conditioner in the bathroom. Or whether or not you agree with their choice for dinner as you scrub out their sink. Of course, there are risks associated with being a cleaning lady, such as:

1. Being permanently scarred
2. You might never see that person the same way again
3. Touching gross, unidentified objects
4. Losing your food, and having to clean it up, along with whatever caused you to lose it
5. Walking in on someone hanging themselves
6. Murder
7. Spending all your hard earned money on moisturizer, as you attempt to bring your hands back to their original, soft, silky form.
8. Never being able to sleep...ever again

But if you weigh the pros and cons, you'll come to see that the pros (having amazing muscles from lugging all your cash around) totally outweigh the cons. So if you're looking at the stunning dress in the mall or drooling over that priceless Yu-gi-oh card, and you have no job. Clean.

Favorite Quote for the Day:

A woman's mind is cleaner than a man's... She changes it more often.

The Best Pancake Recipe

(because we all wish we could add that much butter to our pancakes without the risk of a heart attack or kidney failure)

I just had to add another post on here for today because, this is actually the easiest, and best homemade pancake recipe you will ever eat. I promise you. I cry everytime I make them, they're so good.

The Best Pancakes That Ever Touched My Lips

 

Ingredients:

1    cup of flour

2    tsp of baking powder

1/4 tsp of salt

1    tbl of sugar

1    cup of milk

1    egg

2    tbl of oil

An array of toppings (optional)

 

1. Combine flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar in a large bowl.

2. Add the milk, egg, and oil and combine with the dry ingredients till smooth

3. Place a pan on a medium low heat over a burner with some butter to prevent the pancakes from sticking.

4. Add any toppings such as blueberries, bannanas, or chocolate chips

5. Eat to your heart's content

 

This recipe generally makes about 6 large pancakes. There are 5 people in my family and we all eat about a dozen pancakes a piece, so feel free to double or triple or quadruple the recipe to your heart's content. :) Happy cooking!





Just another Manic Monday

Today was a fairly normal day, considering it was monday. As you all know, everything weird happens on a monday. If fact, did you know that most suicides are committed on Monday. Let's take a moment of silence, for our fallen brethren...........

On that happy note, I decided that the upcoming Spring Play at my school will be the next topic of discussion. Over the past years that I've been at Villa, we've performed Oliver and Peter pan. I have participated in neither. This year they announced that Annie will be the theme for this year's play. And boom it hit me with a passion that burned my soul. I was meant to play Annie. I can practically feel the part calling to me, "Rebecca, Rebecca, come play  me..." Actually, that's really creepy with just a hint of pedophilia, but you get the general idea. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't act, and I'm absolutely convinced that the part will be mine. Just picture it, little 5 foot Asian Annie, up there on stage, with a curly red wig, belting out the chords to "TOMORROW". It'll be epic, I promise you. To make matters even greater, my whole class is supporting me. In fact, as soon it was announced, Courtney turned to me and said, "You should try out as Annie." So, what do I do? I agree. I mean what else can I do with such a brilliant idea. One cannot simply ignore these Godly callings. Which brings me to my next topic, well not actually because this is where this post ends... awkward.


Favorite Quote: (from my little sister today)

I went to get a donut, but they all had holes in them, so I just got a Boston Creme.

Sunday's Should be for Sitting

Sunday night and when I should be doing homework, I’m writing on this blog. AP government is slowly making my head ache with a pain that can only be described as excruciating. The sweet melody of The Summer Set, however is keeping my spirits alive. Why is their song “Legendary” even allowed? It’s just too beautiful. You know what else is beautiful? My chickens, all six of them: Prudence, Chico, Elphaba, Poppy, Steve and an unnamed chicken we just dubbed, “chicken” (poor thing). Do you ever have those moments where you find yourself saying, “We” even though you are only an “I”. I named my “we” Sybil.

Why do people blog, think about it? Is it merely a rant against the world? A way to express feelings? A form of art? Either way, this blog for me is merely a way for me to avoid doing actual work when I’m bored, and creatively type all those conjumbled thoughts in my head onto a page in an effort to rid them from my mind. So far, it’s just making my hands cramp. I’ve never even read a blog before, they always seemed to be a jumble of words on a page of random nonsense that would cause me to waste two hours of my life I would never get back, kind of like facebook, or pinterest.

Anyways, It’s my senior year. I’m supposed to be interested in colleges and plotting my life together one microsecond at a time, but I can’t seem to figure that out. For the longest time Food Science was the center of my tiny existence, but over the course of a month or two I realized that wasn’t my calling, at least not yet it isn’t. I was thinking of going on a sort of road trip. Convent hopping. I want to do mission work for a year before entering into college, and if I went Convent hopping across America, not only would I experience the American culture at it’s grittiest, I could create stories that’ll last a lifetime. Convent hopping just seemed to me to be the most financially efficient anyways. I guess I should get back to that AP Government. May the Force be with you.


Favorite quote for the day:

Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.

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