Before I begin my story, let me begin by saying that I am an overly paranoid and precautionary person. I absolutely hate germs, viruses, bacteria, and basically anything that causes illness (and more so than the average person). I guess you could say, I can be a big worry wart and a super huge hypochondriac.

My story begins at work.

There’s this girl I work with, let’s just say she isn’t known as the cleanest person ever. Last semester of college she had a severe case of scabies; so it didn’t really come as a surprise when she went missing from work for two weeks for being sick. This girl doesn’t exactly have the best reputation, she’s with a different boyfriend every week, and she doesn’t really know how to be committed. Basically, she falls in “love” too easily.

Last weekend I get to work, turns out she’s back and completely healthy (or so I thought). She told me that she was so sick that she hadn’t eaten in days, and that she went to the doctor. Apparently, they thought that she had a bad case of mono, and gave her antibiotics. When those failed, they told her she needed fluids in her body so badly, that it’s important that she go to the hospital. Well, she ended up going and they ran a few tests on her. One of these tests was a herpes test, and it turns out it came back positive.

Being the paranoid and uneducated person that I am about herpes, I flipped out (on the inside, keeping my cool on the outside). I feel bad for this girl, and it’s not that she’s a bad person, I just don’t like being around her since she’s known to catch some contagious illnesses. Now every time I’m near her, I’m afraid that a flying speck of spit will fly into my mouth or eye when she’s talking to me. I know that’s not how you can catch herpes, but in the back of my mind I still feel uncomfortable about it. Call me a bad person, but I just think it’s gross.

Ironically, she doesn’t want to tell our manager about her quickly obtained std. Well, we work in a food business, so even though it’s highly unlikely that somebody will catch it I think maybe our manager should know. I’m not going to tell the manager and be a rat, but I should probably just leave it alone.

Thoughts?

It was one of those days when me and my boyfriend were in one of those..you know…moods:

After a while of us both being like:

and:

we got down to it:

Then it happened…the door opened:

..and my boyfriend’s roommate walked in:

Imagine going from:

to:

It’s not pretty…

My boyfriend’s roommate was like:

and my boyfriend was like:

and I was like:

From the look on my boyfriend’s face I could tell he was thinking:

and I was thinking:

Let’s just say things ended up going from:

to:

in seconds….

It was rather scarring:

Today was my second day of rock climbing ever.

The first day my instructor asked everyone if they had experience..turns out they did.
So I was like:

But…since I have a fear of heights I was more like:

Eventually, everyone started climbing…it didn’t look so bad, so when it was finally my turn I was like:

I climbed what seemed to be a great distance, and decided to look down. When I saw how high I was my confidence went from this:

to this:

When I got down, it turns out I was only 1/3 up the 3 floor wall so I felt like:

The second day of my rock climbing experience I was determined (being the only one that didn’t make it to the top):

I started to climb (and as fast as possible):

I made it to the top, so I decided to look down:

Turns out I was three floors high, feeling a sense of accomplishment I was like:

When I made it back down, everyone asked if I wanted to go again:

So do what you think you can’t accomplish, because you can, you’ll feel unbeatable:

I have an Asian mother who drives me just about bonkers, and who likes to pick at my flaws..even the way I eat.

My mother is overprotective and over concerned so I spend most of my time inside (which can be lonely):

When I have cute days, I can spend hours taking photos of myself:

But get disappointed when most of them turn out like this:

On the other hand, when they do turn out right, I tend to feel rather arrogant:

Also, due to my over active imagination and joy for horror movies I’m extremely paranoid. Especially when walking to my car:

Due to my paranoia, I also think that all men think like this:

Since I spend most of my time inside I like to dress up in costumes (when no one’s home):

or draw on my face:

and when really bored, get amused by my shadow:

I do have my flaws, like being pathetic when sick:

or extremely competitive (even in a game of tag with children):

I also have a fear of going blind, so I take extreme precautions:

A pet peeve of mine is when people say they have secrets, but won’t tell me. It leaves me feeling like:

When they don’t tell me I end up feeling bitter:

Especially when it comes to facebook statuses (but only on a bad day):

I’m also health cautious and go on diets…for about a day:

I also despise my coffee shop job, it makes me feel like:

I can have a tendency to feel overly comfortable with people:

Except when it comes to dancing, I do that alone:

But basically, I’m just your regular Joe blogger:

Dear me,

It’s a brand new year, and you’re ready to accomplish many goals your second year of college. Last year, I admit..you slacked off more than you should have, and pushed way too many things to the side. With a more experienced and mature mind this year, I know you’re ready to make things happen.

As I’m typing this I am sitting in my school’s fitness center waiting for my rock climbing class to begin (in 56 minutes..ugh). Last year, your goal was to become skinny. This year, I don’t want you to want to be skinny, my whole mindset has been changed. I’m not sure as to why, but I just want you to be happier. I don’t want you to constantly worry about your body image, but to embrace the body you have. Anyways, this year my goal for you is to get into shape. I want you to be healthy not hungry and emaciated. Instead of focusing your mind on losing those couple of pounds, I want you to focus on running that extra mile, lifting those ten extra pound of weights, or to learn how to eat five healthy meals a day. Forget skipping meals, forget pushing yourself to the extremes. It’s going to be all about taking the steps you are wanting to take in the pace you are most comfortable at.

I also want you to get great grades. No more staying online and skyping, no more facebook, and no more of your skipping homework assignments and classes. In order for you to be where I want you to be in life you have to study and work your ass off. If that means doing hours of studying and homework per night, then so be it. If that means not having as much free time as you would like, who cares? College isn’t a free ride to a better career, you have to work for it.

Now…about getting a better job. Sure your job now sucks. Not having a weekend to relax and calm down takes a lot out of you. But wake up and smell the espresso beans! Just wanting and wishing for a new job will do you no good. Get off your bed, step outside, and search for that job! If that means looking everyday for months, that’s okay. At least you’ll be one step closer to finding something that works better with your schedule.

Here’s a little equation for you:
Working more= Earning money
More money= Saving up and moving out
Moving out= More freedom
More freedom= Learning to be a true adult

It’s a lot of work, but I know you can do it. Don’t give up, work hard, and search search search!

Sincerely, yourself

Those who question our generation due to acts such as “Owling” and “Planking”, I’m sorry to inform you but these things have been going on for many generations now.

Let me introduce you to the revival of Horsemaning.

Original (1920s):

Revival:

See the rest here!!

Many dream of climbing this mountain of wonder and perseverance, but many don’t think past their daydreams. In fact, majority of people probably just view Mt. Everest as the world’s tallest mountain.

I found this article on the deaths on Mt. Everest, and many people (including myself) have never really thought of the lives lost on this mountain. Seeing this article gave me a realization that there are so many lost people on that mountain, that their families must be devastated. Their bodies are also unable to be recovered due to the harsh weather that Mt. Everest entails. The article stated, that because the bodies of the lost are unable to be recovered, their bodies are used as landmarks on the mountain.

They call this man green boots.

The causes of these deaths have actually surprised me. Some of these people have died from taking naps and simply never waking up. Imagine, having your soul set to reach the top..but you’re just so exhausted you tell yourself “just fifteen minutes of rest, that’s all I need, I can do this!” and just dying in your sleep.

Another cause of death isn’t as surprising, but it still shocks me. That cause of death being, instant frost bite. It’s so cold in Mt. Everest, that some of the bodies there have been deceased for over 50 years, but show very little decay.

One of the most heartbreaking things I’ve read though, is that many of these people die alone. There have been several occasions where they’ll call to passerbys to help them, but no one helps them.

(Listen while reading)

With each passing day I come closer to the end. The drive that I had to save our relationship was once strong and thriving, now it’s slowly fading away. The glimmers of hope are floating away to the unknown above, turning into specks of dust that will soon disappear into nothing.

You say you want your feelings to come back, that you want us to try and salvage the bits and pieces of relationship we have left. Why is it that I am the only one trying? You want us to work, but you show no effort towards the wants you blankly express. The words that float across your lips, are empty…completely meaningless. Yet, why do I hang on to every word you say so tightly with hopes that the emptiness will turn into something?

How does one know when to cross over the boundary lines of being hopeful, to hopeless? I wish you would tell me, but I know it’s something that only time will tell us..even though it’s already spoken.

Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song, killing my softly, with his song…telling my whole life with his words.