I swear I am the biggest wimp in the world.

I cannot tolerate any sort of pain, whether its the bf popping a pimple for me (his favorite past-time. I know, its lovely), a nasty toothache or getting a needle. I think pretty much everybody knows this and just calls me a big crybaby (a big -EFF you to everyone) when I whine about something that hurts.....it probably does to whatever extent.

Anyways the other day, a nurse drop by my house to give me a physical because my insurance lady says I had to get one in order to qualify blah blah blah. I was a little bit...NERVOUS at first and I got a lil more panicky when she began to set up the needle to get blood. To quickly summarize my fear of drawing blood, the last time I had to get blood was when I had my Kidney infection. It basically took three nurses, three different needle heads (I don’t even know why they used the super big one for the second try?!?!?) and about five attempts to PROBE for my vein. It was freaking ridiculous and of course I cried like a newborn. I mean if you had people fishing for your vein when you were in serious pain already, you get kinda traumatized. Which brings me back to present day, the kind Filipino-looking-but-was-actually-Chinese nurse told me she doesn’t “go fishing” for veins and I should keep on talking and think *Happy Thoughts* when she proceeds to insert the needle. Haha so according to my brother who was in the next room, I began talking non-stop to the air for like a good five minutes with almost no breaks.

His words- you didn’t shut up for one second there.

Sighs. I guess I do have a tendency to babble when im nervous. Back to my talking, so while I was talking I realized everything I said related back to the mister and his nephews and niece. I babbled on about how we met, what we like to do, his cute nephews and niece and how much I adore them, on and on. At the end of making it through two vials of blood, the kind nurse said to me, “You are one happy girl” and I smiled like an idiot at her while my arm began to bled profusely where the needle was.........ANYWAYS lol It made me realize (once again) in the recent years how much happier I have become and its still very unbelievable given my terrible relationship history and the shitty luck that i have had with guys. IN CONCLUSION, what i am trying to say is I feel lucky that I am able to have happy thoughts to think about when I am most scared.

........barf.


i know. but i was in blogging mode and had to write about someeeeething.

Randoms:

• Yesterday evening, BodyCombat combat-ed the sh!t out of me. i couldnt even make it through the entire class. Kay fails.
• Skinny Asian chicks that go work out does not annoy me. Skinny Asian chicks that go work out in booty shorts ALSO does not annoy me. On the other hand, skinny Asian chicks that DO NOT work out and show up at the gym in booty shorts and sits on weight machines and does not do anything but talk to her other skinny Asian chick friend with a low cut top who is also like her just sitting on a weight machine - ANNOYS ME. I dont get what theyre doing, are they trying to MOCK ALL THE FAT PPL IN THE ROOM!?!? I am like sweating my ass off (you do not want to see me at the gym. i look like a fat panda with crazy hair gasping for air on a treadmill) and i see them tippy toe-ing from one machine to another. Am i not catching on to some new miracle exercise routine where tippy toe-ing around the weights machine will help you lose weight? Hell if that was the case l'll tippy toe around the weights machine for two hours straight if i have to. Someone let me know please.
• To finish off the previous point, when my cousin and i head back to the locker room to shower and do our respective business, these girls trot in again (their lockers were next to my cousins. i wasnt stalking them) and dont even bother to wash their face, change or anything. But then why would they need to do all that when all they did was come to the gym to NOT SWEAT. *thumbs up*
  
• Later that evening after gymming, I RANDOMLY saw Tall Jenn in the Bamburgh Circle Plaza. I msged her and told her she looked really distressed lol.
• That was my eventful evening of failed combat routines, annoying Asians, pho and starbucks.
  
• Today, My hair slightly resembles Aslan the lion (the lion from Chronicles of Narnia). Kay fails AGAIN.

Good Day!