Stream of Consciousness

The best part

The best part about being an adult is that you can eat cereal in bed and no one can stop you.

#adultproblems:

- I literally just spent like 20 minutes at the bakery section of Safeway, trying to decide if I should waste my money on cookies or donuts or other junk food. I came really close to buying a box of a dozen assorted donuts… that would have been all for me. Damn me and my sweet tooth.

- My renters are gonna be out of town for the next 4 days, and being alone in this huge house is not as fun as I thought it was gonna be. Heck, I don’t even know what’s on the third floor and it’s kind of freaking me out trying to imagine what could be up there. I’m currently in my room right now all the way down the stairs in the bottom floor of this big, dark house. Oh man, I don’t think I’m gonna sleep tonight. I keep imagining that creepy ass attic scene from that cheesy zombie movie Rec/Quarantine. The movie itself was meh, but the last 10 minutes was pretty terrifying. And it doesn’t help my situation that the scariest part of the movie happened on the top floor of an apartment building, where creepy ass zombies lurked in the attic:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rkTpRbfjqg

Critical Hit

“You are your own worst critic.”

Sometimes I get very hypercritical of myself when I make a mistake that I really get stuck in a rut, and I’m drowning in a pool of failure. It really ruins your day. Anyone else get what I’m saying? When a seemingly minor unpleasant event happens that totally ruins your mood for the rest of the day, and possibly even the next couple of days?

How do you deal with feeling like a failure? My method isn’t very good: My coping mechanism consists of getting into my sweatpants, while I hide under the covers of my bed and curl up into fetal position, clenching my pillow tightly. Then I replay the unpleasant event in my head over and over again and scream silently in my mind.

Eventually, time would work its magic and make me forget about the issue. And eventually, I would have an IDGAF moment and stop caring.

This picture cheers me up a little:

Going Through the Motions

Here’s an update of sorts for this neglected blog.

I recently moved back to the San Francisco bay area for a new job position in a lab. It was pretty good timing too, since I was starting to get restless living back home with my parents and my brother—not that there was anything wrong with them. In fact, I’ve been meaning to write a parents appreciation post about how grateful I am for all the things that they have done for me and my siblings, but it is probably more appropriate to put that in a letter and give it to them at some point…

Also, I just figured out how to make a page break: