17 Things I’d Like To Do By The Time I’m 30

Inspiration:

So here is my list of things I want to do before I hit the big “three-o” . I’m about to turn 19, which is almost 20, which is almost 30, and I got to thinking about this. Also, the episode of Friends in The One Where They All Turn Thirty inspired me. Okay, so here it is: My to-do list before I turn barren and old (30)… jokingg.

1. Go Surfing in the Pacific (Australia, Hawaii, Cali, wherever) *

2. Get my degree in something (Kin/Political Science… still up the air at this point)

3. Keep myself within size 2-6 range

3. Learn some hot latin dance (Samba, Merengue, Salsa)

4. Have my own place (I am now held accountable, it’s been posted!)

5. Go “backpacking” or whatver in Europe; especially Spain *

Surfing in Australia

6. Meet some hot latin lovers in Spain….. I said it. *

7. Become fluent or at least slightly shy of fluent in Spanish

8. Attend a game at Fenway (Boston Red Sox game for you sports noobs) *

9. Go to NYC, watch a taping of SNL and go to a Knicks game  *

10. Attend a playoff game for any Toronto team (preferably the Raptors in at least conference finals)

11. Meet someone famous (B-List is acceptable, C-List sure, but none of you fools from D-List. looking at you Kathy Griffin)

Beautiful Barcelona

12. Finish “Team of Rivals,” Doris Kearns Goodwin (this book is LONG)

13. Uhh, hopefully have an hijo or two (kids) and a hot husband (hot personality, I mean obviously)

14. Something crazy like skydiving *

15. Hit up some crazy techno/big beats club in France (like one with all the lazers and heavy hardstyle beats, whatt!) *

16. Grow out of Abercrombie, Hollister, etc..

17. Last but not least, by the time I am 30 I want to know. I want to know where I am going and what I am doing in life because right now, I have no clue.

Intensee

* things I’d do with my best friend, Lisa

There Are Nice Guys

Random diary-like thoughts at midnight…

I might be a little late on for serious realizing this but there are good guys out there and they are “get-able”. Lately, based on past experiences and observations(?), it seemed to me that 80-90% of guys (at around my age-ish) were kind of douches. So many times mans try and talk to you not because they want to get to know you but because they are just trying to hit it.

Its sucks when I see the girls who are easy enough to give it up to these sleeze/douchebags. Like I mean, I wish they’d have more self-respect and know that there are better mans out there. Oh, and that they don’t deserve to be treated in that way and all that. Too many times guys just hit it and quit it or the mans just calls or texts whenever he is “bout it”.

This all isn’t being said because I’ve experienced all of it, I haven’t — though, certain things at certain times with certain individuals might have/have not gone down, but I’ll spare the details. In all honesty, I think that because I’ve been being exposed to guys goons like this 80-90% of the time I’ve grown accustomed to it and their ways started to rub off on me. I started to think that it was ok to have a “friend with benefits” or that it was alright to hook up any guy (not that I have/haven’t done any of this). The goons warped my perception, kind of thing. Thankfully, I had a solid base of family, friends, and sports (teammates and such) that I didn’t do anything too stupid or get caught up in mans games.

This recognition might just be one that comes with age but It is nice to realize that there are nice guys out there that won’t try and pull some moves just because you’re having out alone together late night or whenever. There are mans who are cool to talk with and get to know and perhaps “take it slow” if that’s where you want it to lead. During this first year of university I’ve met some really cool “respectable” guys. And no, they aren’t ugly or big nerds by any means. Maybe it is just ’cause I’ve left high school or the wankster mans in Durham/GTA that I’m realizing all this. I’m so young..

There is one guy who sticks out from university this year, though. He’s like the main one that kind of made me realize that there are good guys out there and that relationships with people of the opposite sex don’t always have to be about getting busy/hooking up. After spending like the whole day with him yesterday I got inspiration to write this post from him. He is a real good guy. My friends and I would talk about this… After he and I (or is it him and I?) would chill or shoot around or do whatever together, they’d ask me if anything “happened”. And to their surprise (and mine too) the answer would always be no. I mean, we hung out quite a bit this term. I felt as though I should be liking him or things should be going down right about now but they weren’t. I was actually just getting to know him as a friend and enjoying hanging out.

Had this been a guy from a year or two ago, we would not have been able to do what we’ve been doing this year without any hoe/man-hoe movements or anything like that. In high school it’d be like when people asked each other to hang out or chill it usually meant more than hanging out. Ugh, so lame now that I’m thinking about all this again. Honestly, I’m so done with lame mans. This has been a long time coming. I’ve always thought the whole thing was lame but I’d still give some a chance because I’m nice? I was hopeful that they weren’t just about getting down to the niddy-griddy? I kind of had the same mindset as them? Probably a bit of all that. Whatever, though. Now I’m not even going to entertain mans who want to “chill sometime”. Grow up.

That’s all I got. A little bit of a sof ting/weak post this time.
The next post will be less bishy, promise.

I Love It!

I don’t mean to boost or anything but working out is the shit.

Today was so nice (the nicest its been since the beginning of spring, I’d say) I decided that I couldn’t stay in all day and study. Even though it is what I should have been doing, I went out anyways.

It’s more or less 20°C out today and sunny; so sunny.

What I do outside?
- I went out on the deck, did some BW Circuits
- Came out front and went for a nice run (running those intervals, for sho)
- Then finished up shooting around a bit

I came back in to shower and such but I just couldn’t stay inside when it was so gorgeous outside. So I headed back to the deck and I just lied there soaking up the warmth and sunshine I’ve missed during the brutal winter months. So nice! Ah, I’m actually writing this from the deck right now trying to take advantage of the day because the temperature should be going back down in the next few days.

Whatever, so working out. It is the shit. I feel so good right now. It gives me a clear head, puts me in a better mood, gives me more energy and I feel good about myself oh, and I feel less guilty about eating that bowl of pasta or ice cream or [insert whatever delicious foods]. Ugh! It’s so good. I don’t know how people don’t exercise. It’s like a natural high. Fools goin’ out and spending money on drugs and shiiit; just go and exercise. Trust you’ll feel good, look good, and everything else good ; ) Joking.. I don’t even know what I’m implying there (maybe a little, I’m kidding, just kidding.. Okay I’ll stop)

SO! Exercise. Even just a little somethin-somethin 2-3 times a week is all good and each “workout session” lasts like 20-30 mins. Soft tings!

Anyways, I’m about to hit the books and study my ass off for my political science exam.

Enjoy the rest of today everyone (my loyal 2-3 followers, lol. How sad.)

Facebook, You Bish.

Facebook users and their lower GPAs

“Facebook Users Get Lower Grades in College”

Alright so I hear about this/read about it on Yahoo! News and I think about my current situation. So I hear about this and I can’t help but believe it because I am a living, extremely relatable example of this study.

Basically, this study goes on about how like regular Facebook users experience lower grades than their counterparts who rarely (or never) use it.

For Lent I gave up Facebook (40 days without it). I was a typical university student facebook user in that I’d check it religiously, creep pages, update my status on the smallest insignificant events of my day, etc… It had become a part of my daily routine. I didn’t give up Facebook to get better grades or anything. It was simply a challenge and I wanted to give it a shot. Didn’t think I’d make it, but I did.

Anyways, I gave it up for 40 days and I didn’t miss it as much as I thought. Without realizing or trying, I guess I used the time spent creeping for more productive things like reading, studying, or exercising. So when I read this I couldn’t help but think of myself as a super-close-to-home example of how less Facebook would lead to higher grades.For over half of Term 2 I hadn’t been on Facebook and my overall grade had gone from C’s in Term 1 to B’s.

Kinda wish I had given up Facebook for an entire year and I wouldn’t be in the situation I’m in right now where I’ve got serious pressure to do well for pending acceptances into program majors and transfers. Oh well. I just found this study to be quite timely and interesting, for me especially. Peep the article here (click it).

(this is also kind of an update to a previous post)

Note To Self (If I am sick): This is why

Story time:

It all started out good and well.  Easter weekend had been quite well; seen the fams (the usuals and some of the not-so-usuals), had good foods (lamb, steak, Auntie Weng’s awesome salad, brownies, etc…), and got madd candies/moneys. So yeah, the Easter famjam went late into the night, for a Sunday, and we’re all just chillin’/talking/playing cards.

Bro and I are having fun with our cousins, nieces and nephews so we want to, like you know, “keep the fun going” so to speak. We invite AJ (“jay-jay”) to sleep over. Thank goodness her parents (my cousins) let her come. I mean, it’s all good because we’d see them again the next day for lunch so no big.

So anywayss, after the Easter famjam we get home and we play more cards, talk/chill and then fall asleep watching Nacho Libre. Of course, we recite and sing all our favorite parts along with the movie.

Next morning, we have quick breakfast then head off to the creek, as promised to Bro and Aj, quickly before we have to meet the rest of the fams again for lunch with Lolo (our bod mon, grandfather).My God, this was an experience. Alright, so here is why I think I might be getting sick in the next few days…

So we head down the hill, into the forest, across the clearing, down the little cliff and we’re at the creek! Bro takes Aj and I around and shows us places. It’s nice, still; it’s like a little beach almost. But man, getting around was like being in a mix of amazing race and survivor. We’re like running pretty damn fast across clearings, climbing trees, getting whacked/scratched by branches, maneuvering up and down hills, and hopping stones.

We’re having a good time, whatever, enjoying the scene and all that until we are on the other side of the creek and realize that the only two ways to get back to the other side is to go allllllllll the way to another end of the creek and cross some dam/bridge thing or to hop some tough stones here. However, because of the lunch with Lolo and the fams, we want to get back home quickkk! So we try the stone hopping option… fail.

Bro goes ahead and hops three big stones to cross the creek. I follow and make it to the other side. Next is Aj, she can’t do it. In trying to jump back to where she is to help her cross. I fail badly dropping right into the creek boob-deep in a spot where there are strong ass currents that almost take me down the damn river. Shit. I’m freezing, my sweats are soaked in winter cold creek water and are heavy as hell. I make it back to Aj.

Bro jumps back over to where we’re at but he gets his Jordan’s soaking wet in the process.With our wet toes (Aj), wet feet (Bro), and wet whole body (me), we go and try for the next crossing. I climb the big tree that has fallen across the creek and make it up. Bro and Aj can’t make it. Aj tried to climb up it but almost fell waist deep into the creek, but she held on to the tree like a monkey arms and legs gripping the trunk as Bro helped and grabbed her back. So.. this option also a fail.

Fast forward… Bro just goes in and walks across the current knee deep to the other side, pulling Aj along with him.

Great, right? We’re all across and well. Wrong.

Bro empties his shoes now filled with water and this goon drops his freakin’ Jordan into the fast current of the creek! Son of a bish! I panic, to say the least. I mean what is my mother going to say when we come home with Bro in one shoe and me dripping wet… She’d kill us, for real.

My adrenaline kicks in and I jump up over the cliff and chase it down along the creek until it get’s caught in some tree branch. I hop down and try to reach for it… the branch moves and so does the shoe. FML, for real. (“Fackkk” my life) I hop up over the cliff again, chase it and I decide to  just go right into the creek (knee-deep) and grab the freaking shoe.

Shoe in hand and soaking wet, I make it back to Aj and Bro who are waiting for me and we make our way back home after our seriousss adventure at the creek. Scratches, bruises, oncoming colds and all I, make it back home with the two.

Sad thing is that I’m the oldest one and I was the messiest looking. Oh wells, as long as the two weren’t or hurt or anything like that, I’m happy. Can’t say for sure that I’d take them back to the creek anytime soon but it definitely was an experience and we still made it in time for lunch all changed and cleaned up.

Good times, good times… Wish I had some pictures to capture this whole thing; woulda been good.

edit: it was something like this, but definitely more intense…

PDA Sort of Disgusts Me

I’m about to go off a little. So I’m on my weekly train home, I sit in my own little thing (vestibule? you know, on the GO trains there are 4 seats facing one another..whatever) thinking “yes, some privacy. I can sleep or something”. Then comes this couple who sit in the “vestibule thing” in front of mine so I can see them no matter where I look. There really isn’t a great range of vision in the trains.

Can't really look much elsewhere.

Okay, I think to myself “alright, it’s cool. they still can’t see me if I’m sleeping. I still have some privacy-ish” So they don’t bother me. Then I see it; I see the dreaded PDA. These two start making out and going at it like no tomorrow. It isn’t as if there aren’t many people on the train. There were quite a few people on the train, all facing the direction of these fools.

And I mean, it isn’t as if I can really look elsewhere while they are doing what they do; their heads and movements will always be in my peripheral vision! So I try to slouch but I can still see their damn heads twisting and turning –gross. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they were a good looking or decent looking couple. They were definitely not. Let me give you some characteristics of these fools: Acne, Dry frizzy all over the place hair (one step away from witch hair), portly/a tad “chubby”. I’ll say it was almost as bad as seeing Liza Minelli and David Gest doing their thing. Yeah these bishes were that bad.

A certain degree of PDA can be acceptable like okay sure, put your arm around your gal dem or hold hands. But seriously, a full on make-out session on a not-quite-empty train? Spare us.

So to you nasties on the train, get a damn room! Bishhh please! Nobody wants to witness this. Thank goodness they got off many stops before mine so I wouldn’t have to sit there the whole time feeling super awkward. But that’s all. Rant over.