Nervous Eating

29 08 2012

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I don’t know if anyone has ever experienced the nervousness of going off to university but if you have, then you know exactly how I feel right now. There’s less than 12 hours till I fly off to a brand new city to go to school. When I’m there, I’ll have to take care of myself, feed myself, and find a job to support myself. Fantastic.

I’m nervous and I’m not afraid to admit it. When I get nervous though, I get HUNGRY. I mean I don’t eat fruits or snacks or anything like that. When I start nervous eating, I like dessert. Apple pie, Chocolate cake, and Ice cream are among the various desserts who fall victim to my hunger when I get nervous. Trust me! Nothing’s wrong with me other than the fact that when my nerves kick in, I tend to crave sweet things with lots of fat and sugar.

Which is why when this new Juicy Fruit Desserts Gum came out, I was ecstatic! Every piece is only about 5 calories (give or take) and I get the long lasting sweetness and flavour of a dessert (my favourite is the Orange Cream Pop) without all the added fat. It’s like the best of both worlds!

Now that’s we’re done with the Miley Cyrus impressions, just one final word. If you’re like me and you like to eat sweet things when you get nervous, try the gum or better yet, stop being nervous!

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“B” Grade

29 08 2012

I recently went to a converse outlet store and bought a pair of converse. I didn’t notice it at first but when I brought them home, there was a giant “B” sticker on the box. Curious to know what it meant, I browsed the net and found out that “B” Grade converse have “something aesthetically wrong” with them. I proceeded to look over my own converse but saw absolutely nothing wrong. They were just a normal pair of converse.

I started thinking about why we label things the way we see them. I mean I saw nothing wrong with my new pair of shoes and yet someone somewhere deemed them to be “not good enough” and gave them a “B” grade. What makes them not good enough? In fact, what sets the standard for good enough?

But I guess that’s sometimes the million dollar question. When is something good enough? Who (or what) sets those standards? And why do we follow them? If you ask me, I’d say a pair of shoes is good as long as they’re comfortable and the person wearing them is happy.

And it goes for everything in the world as well. As long as you’re happy, it doesn’t matter what other people think. And I can say that through experience because I’ve met so many people who make their life decisions based on what other people think, say, or do. For example, I had a friend who once missed his little sister’s birthday party just because his friends wanted to hang out at the mall on the same day. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his sister but when he tried to tell his friends it was his sister’s birthday, they teased him about always hanging out with his family and told him to come to the mall with them.

What’s wrong with hanging out with family? I mean I love mine and I know that they’ll miss me so much when I head off to university (by the way, about 34 hours till I head off to uni!). Hanging out with family doesn’t mean you’re not good enough for your friends. It just means you’re a kind and caring person and you actually like your family and are willing to spend time with them.

So I guess the motto of the post is “Don’t let anyone or anything determine whether you’re “B” grade, “A” grade, or any other letter grade out there.”

Just be your own grade 🙂





A Whole Bunch of Nothings

28 08 2012

I’m still not very sure why I’m writing this blog when I have absolutely no idea if anyone will be reading this at all. But I am…and I hope someone somewhere in this word takes the time to skim through what I have dubbed as my new life blog.

It’s more like an online diary where I can rant about all the things I hate about my life….but life blog sounds better 🙂

So today my bestie and I were texting and she (let’s just call her Abby) tells me that this guy (who we will name Brad) came by her house, gave her something and then asked her out. I should be happy right?

Well not exactly.

See Abby and I both know this guy. We met him at a group interview for a job…a job which Brad and Abby eventually both got. I did not get this so called job (but I am perfectly cool with it…sorta). During the interview, this guy and I really sparked. You know? Hit it off? But when Abby got the job, she and this guy grew really close (because they worked together every single freaking day) and now he’s asking her out. And he went all the way over to her house to do it.

And I’m suppose to be happy right?

Well…I’m not sure if this is the right feeling but it’s something along the border of happiness, envy, and jealousy. I can’t help but think that maybe if I had gotten the job then would I be the one being asked out?

Well probably not…but you get the idea right?

After that, the summer didn’t go so well for me. Basically…nothing happened. No job. No boyfriend. No money. No vacations. Nothing. Nada. Nil.

And now, it’s officially 59 hours and 25 minutes till I leave the city that I grew up in and move to a complete different city on the other side of the country to attend university where I’ll ba a billion miles from my family. And I have packed nothing.

So how was your summer? Because mine was basically a whole bunch of nothings.