Pet Peeves

I know I already posted up a post for today, but screw it. It was too gloomy, glum, and emotional (even though I was not remotely close to being emotional when i posted it). I've realized I have a lot of pet peeves. Most of them as I encounter adolescent behavior (sadly, from those who are well into their adulthood) on the internet. So I decided to start a new thing of posting my little pet peeves or rants on my blog. We'll see how long this lasts and how long it takes me to annoy myself to stop.

Here it goes.

I HATE it when people post self-deprecating, sad, emotional, awww-poor-me-boohoo-to-me facebook statuses on facebook (I know, that was redundant). Example (I made this up, so I am not violating anybody's privacy): "My family is the worst family ever. They don't understand me. I cant wait until I escape from this prison forever." First of all, when you post pathetic material like this, you sound like a pre-pubescent teen craved for attention. You also look stupid. Third, you sound like an annoying little prick. Stop your whining and your bellyaching on the internet and actively do something to solve your problem. I may be heartless, but I'm also a realist (sometimes...most of the time). Guten nacht Scheißkerl.

Guarded

I'm guarded. Perhaps this is a good thing. I'd like to think that it is, but I realize it may also be hurtful to me as well. I am aware that I do not trust people. I'll trust them up to a certain point, but I never expect them to be there for me. I do not expect people to go out of their way to do anything for me. When people do, I become incredibly overwhelmed by the gesture, because it goes so against what I expect from people (or should I say, what I DO NOT expect from people). I guess my guardedness is a way of protecting myself, or even protecting myself from the possibility of being disappointed. However, I think my guardedness can also prevent me from forming any sort of meaningful and strong friendships in my life. And those sort of things take risks. It's definitely a fleeting inner conflict that just happened to cross my mind today. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. We'll see.

Nature's Monthly Gift to Women

I am going to start my period soon. I want to eat everything in sight, especially sugar. My nonexistent boobs are a little larger. Offended people with my vulgar humor (oh wait, that's nothing out of the ordinary). And my annoyance tolerance level is incredibly low. I want to punch every perpetrator. Yup, it definitely is about that time of the month. Stay the hell away from me.

Craving Jambalaya

Today was dumb, because I sucked at my session today. I have a reoccuring pattern. I do okay one day, then I suck the week after. One step forward, then half a step back. And it's the weeks that I suck, in which I have to present my tapes to the group. I suppose this is a good thing, because I do learn from it. And I try harder the next week. It sucks because I am my worst critic. I already know that I sucked, and to hear feedback about how I sucked will only reverberate the suckiness I embodied during my session. I will try to keep a positive mindset, knowing that that the feedback I receive will benefit me. I hate SUCKING! Anyway, after having some unfulfilling gumbo at Disneyland, I feel I need to satisfy my jambalaya craving or gumbo craving. Whatever. I think I'll make jambalaya for my pops on his 55th birthday! Maybe I'll use this recipe: http://allrecipes.com/recipe/easy-cajun-jambalaya/detail.aspx

or perhaps this one:

Kony 2012 and It's Myopic View

Viral Video

A view from Ugandan (relevant): Joseph Kony is just one person to a huge problem. Kony 2012 brings light to child soldiers and inhumanity. And that's great. People seem to be forgetting that the problem is bigger than just one man.

Relax Plan

I'm jaded from school, so today I took the time to relax. I did absolutely no school work (not that I do a lot of school work any other day). I realized it had been a while since I had watched a movie in my bed. So I watched Contagion, and I thought it was pretty dang good. It also had an interesting soundtrack. Watch it. Although, this movie can potentially make you into a germaphobe. I'm not too easily swayed. Call me a non-comformist, if you will.

Lazy

I am feeling so lazy. It's so hard for me to feel motivated when a majority of my classes are crocks of shit. Today, Theology 2 felt like it was 10 hours long. I listened to music, watched videos, and all that jazz (stealthily, of course) and it still felt like a lifetime. That class sucked the life out of me. I hate it. That is all for my lamentations.

In the meantime enjoy pictures of my cat that I just took on my computer. The lighting is terrible. 

Humility is Key

I must admit, this semester isn't the best. I'm taking 7 classes. A majority of my classes (a tad more than the majority, to be brutally honest)suck balls. Most of them are a waste of my time. I did not pay good money to listen to philosophical vomit. But out of the 7 classes, there is one class I appreciate. In this class we learn to be with clients. Currently I am meeting with a client, who is a volunteer from an undergraduate Intro to Psychology course (they agree to go through therapy in order to get credit for class). I like my client a lot. If I wasn't her therapist, I would definitely be her friend. My first session with her was okay. At the time, I thought I did pretty well. My second session, was not so fantastic. I was humbled. I realized how little i knew, and I really felt inadequate. I actually started to become self-deprecating, which is something stupid that I tend to do. I started calling myself "trash" and legitimately worried that I would fail this course. Seriously, after just two sessions...I know, i was being a drama queen. But I wholeheartedly believed I was trash. I was not fishing for compliments or words of encouragement. My group, bless their souls, is made up wonderful people. They tried to affirm me, which I appreciated, but I didn't believe any of their encouraging words. I knew I sucked, and that was that. (Again, I have an annoying tendency of being ridiculously stubborn over stupid things). Every other week, I get feedback based on a video clip of my therapy session. After I got my feedback, I wasn't very happy. I was advised to say things I usually do not say. It made me uncomfortable, and I did not like that. What if my client thinks that I'm completely off base? What if my planned responses backfire? It worried me, but I knew I had to take risks and get over myself if I truly wanted to grow.

 I went into my third session a little worried, but I wasn't as nervous as I had been before my previous session. My third session, in my opinion, went better than the second. The instances that resonated in my head, however, were times where I was babbling, making no coherent sense whatsoever. By the end of the session, I thought things were picking up. To my surprise, my client said that this particular session was really good. I felt so encouraged. After our clients leave, we receive feedback. So I wanted in my chair, ready to hear a barrage of things I did wrong. I mentioned a few things I thought I did well, which were not many. Then I listed a bunch of things I thought I could have fixed. TO my surprise, again, my TA was very encouraging. Taking risks and staying calm worked. I am so excited to get better. Being rocked by my suckiness really made me look into myself and strive to become better. Don't get me wrong, I'm still worried that I will crash and burn when my next session comes around. However, I still greatly appreciate that sucking is part of the learning process. I'm excited to know what the future holds for me. I know I will get bloodied along the way, but it will be completely worth it if it makes me close to perfect. (how snobby did i sound at the very end? Very? Good, that was my intention.)

So Bored

I don't know what it is about me, but a reoccurring theme in my life has been regarding how bored I am all the freaking time. Maybe it's a sign that I need to make more friends and that I need to go out more, rather than spending an insane amount of time in front of my computer on a daily basis. It's pretty pathetic really if you consider how much time I spend on the computer. It's no wonder that I think I'm going blind. Anyway, I have decided i need more excitement in my life. I need a dash of pizazz. I should just sleep around, do some drugs, or engage in scandalous behavior to make my life a little more exciting. I joke, slightly. But on a more serious note...I'm bored of being bored! HELP!

Cellos Give Me Eargasms

I have recently been getting really into cellos. I have always enjoyed the timbre of the cellos, but I didn't know how into it I was. I think the cello is really sensual. Man, it gives me eargasms and it turns me on. I kid you not. Yeah, I know...But I suppose eggs, cheese, cellos, and chocolate are the keys to my heart. Here are some videos I have discovered which are just fantastic. Enjoy.


So Sexy.