i write a lot of things, and hopefully some of them are interesting to read.
- A majority of the time when I go to a cafe, I'll order an Iced Americano or black coffee. Or black tea, if I want a less intense bitter taste.
- I changed my major three times in college; I applied as a psychology major and changed to communications at CSULB, then changed to sociology in community college, and finally settled on social welfare when I was applying to Cal.
- I hate conformity but I don't feel comfortable when I'm not blending in.
- I am terrible at making conversation and I am very well aware of that. And it sucks when I talk to people because I feel like I'm boring them and they'll never ever want to spend time with me again. (Even though conversations work both ways. Like, I'm not wholly responsible for how a conversation goes.)
- I'm a big fan of keeping things clean and being clean. I hate the feeling of touching the walls of the shower and probably will wash myself again if I end up touching any part of the wall. I hate it when my toothbrush touches the faucet and probably will buy a new toothbrush. I don't lay on my bed with clothes I've worn outside because I don't want "outside particles" to get on my bed. Yeah, I'm that annoying.
- There was a point in high school and early freshman year when I wouldn't eat. Well, I'd eat, but minimally, and on the occasion where I'd end up eating a lot, I'd try to throw up in the bathroom but get scared and just cry (again, not serious, not enough to call myself anorexic or bulimic but like, it was a problem at the time, I just didn't know).
- I tend to love spending money on other people. Not to say I don't love spending money on myself, but it just feels better when I buy things for other people. That's why I tend to dish out on gifts for others on their birthdays (although, I haven't gotten anyone a birthday present in a really long time).
- I don't really like sweet drinks, so I don't really know why I get boba so often. I always ask for it to be half sweet, but it turns out to be too sweet anyway and I get sick of it halfway through.
- I have no idea what I'm doing right now. At all. No idea. None. 0/100.
- I just realized the other day while at the a cappella performance (or it might have been earlier, at a lecture, or even before that, actually) that I am very much into women who are probably way older than me, are very thin, and look business casual. And wears dark lipstick? I don't know, but yeah, I guess I do have a type. And I don't really have a type for men. Like, usually I just don't like guys my age. So I guess I just, in general, prefer people older than me. Not that it matters anyway, since I'm not interested?
- Anyway, I tend to write as things just pop into my head, so I forget why I started writing in the first place. This happens often. An example would be the post right before this.
- People always say things like, "Oh, this place has waaaaaay better coffee than that other place" but I never really notice a difference. Like, I'll go anywhere.
- I'm not the biggest fan of croutons or dressing. I'm not gonna eat those cut-up pieces of dried bread. I'll take a dressing to the side and dip my salad maybe. I don't know. I was just thinking about this because I'm eating a Caesar salad right now.
- So I said I changed my major officially three times, right? I also almost changed it to political science and econ at one point. And I actually probably would have changed it again if it hadn't meant that I'd have to stay at community college for another year.
- God, a few seconds ago, I still thought I was 18. It's like time keeps passing and I keep getting older but I'm just refusing to acknowledge it.
- Along with a salad, I'm drinking an iced black coffee right now. I have a class in 25 minutes! So fun.
- Lately, I found myself saying "So fun!" "Yeah, it's so fun" "That's really fun" and different combinations of that a lot. I think I'm trying to trick myself into thinking I am having a lot of fun and am not just a walking corpse with a mild level of consciousness.
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