Reblogging, tumblr style.

"Let's get this straight :

I think I have a lot to be proud of. I'm proud that I don't live with my parents, that I am able to juggle school, two jobs, and an active social life. I'm proud that I've kept my promise to myself of keeping up my French once I came back to Canada -- in fact, I've more than kept it up, I've continued to improve it even though I'm no longer living in a predominantly francophone environment.

I'm also happy with my life at this moment : my independence from my parents, my French, my relationships with the people around me. This is probably what I have to be proud of most of all -- that I'm happy, that there's not a thing in the world (okay, maaaybe a carte de séjour) for which I would exchange lives with somebody else.

I didn't win the game of life -- I work my ass off for all this. My independence from my parents ? Fought long and hard for it. My rent ? I work more than any student I know. My social life ? Fuck, I don't just sit in my living room and wait for cool friends and events to show up from nowhere -- I go out and meet people. My sex life, too. Being a slut makes me happy and I take steps to ensure that I remain slutty.

So I'm sick of people telling me how lucky I am, I'm sick of being envied for my lifestyle. There's no trick and nothing to envy. Things do not fall out of the sky for me. If you want what I have, you think long and hard about whether or not the perks of my lifestyle (the independence, the socialising, the boytoys) are worth the shitty bits (the crappy jobs and no sleep... and probably the premature ageing that'll start showing any minute now). For me, they're worth it, but only you can decide if it would be worth it for yourself, and if it is, then you put in that effort and we'll both be happy independent tired slutty social butterflies with no free time. If not, there's nothing wrong with that, but don't complain to me about how much your life sucks and I have it so much better, and don't try to guilt trip me for being happier than you, and above all don't ever, ever let me hear the words "You're so lucky" from your mouth.

... now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go brew some coffee in order to make up for the 3 hours of sleep I got last night. And maybe slather on some retinol. Catch those premature wrinkles early, you know."

I love typing on my laptop. The feel of my laptop keyboard is so much more different than a computer keyboard, and I like the delicate clicking sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard.

Anyways, I was going to my math class one day, and as I was walking through the hall, I saw a girl walk down the opposite direction, stop at a mirror and start fixing her hair, tossing it around to make sure it looked good. She was one of THOSE girls - the stereotypical blonde who wore too much makeup and wore fugly-patterned forever21 dresses to pass out drunk at parties, and the face that she stopped at a mirror to check herself made me roll my eyes - it's such a typically vain thing to do. Then I realized that Erik Castro does it all the time - every chance he gets, he stops at his reflection to tousle his hair a bit to make sure it looked good. Only he is as far from vain as you could get - he only does it because he always thinks that his hair is ugly (which it almost never is). I guess those are the two reasons that people do that - either because you're vain or insecure. It's funny how the two traits are at complete opposite ends of the spectrum. Or maybe it's just vanity covering up insecurity.

-Wendy

I went to Berkeley last Friday to lunch with June and visit some Cal kids. I was expecting a pretty casual day - eat lunch with June, walk around downtown Berkeley, maybe get some of my architecture stuff at Inkstone (gosh I love that store. It was my go-to place whenever I needed anything for my architecture class, and as a blog entry from that time can attest, I was enamored with everything in there.) and go back home. Boy was I wrong. I met up with June and chatted with her for about five seconds when we randomly bumped into Ryan D and Kevin. Ryan invited us to his dorm, where we hung out and listened to Diana Ross with Ben and met some of his floormates. We went out to lunch, and while we were chillin' at Sproul, I called Steph and we went to her dorm to hang out and steal her roomate's candy. Then Laurel found out I was visiting from her roomate who I met earlier, and called me up, so I hung out with her for a little while and some of her floormates. Then I went with Steph to get her some lunch, and when we sat back down at Sproul, Lena was passing by, so we met up with her and went back to Ryan and Ben's dorm. By that time Janice, Eddie, Rachel and some other people were there with Ryan, Ben and Kevin, so it was pretty much a mini-high school reunion.
Some people trickled out after awhile, but me, June, Steph, Lena, Ben and Ryan went to dinner in one of the dining halls, where I had my first taste of Berkeley dorm food. I got what I thought was a chicken patty, but it was actually a "hazlenut cutlet". I think it was vegan. It was surprisingly good. We went back to Ryan + Ben's dorm, where Ryan showed us what he does when it's late at night and he still wants to stay awake - they live on the 4th floor, so at night he shines his ultra-bright flashlight in front of drunk unsuspecting passerby on the ground outside. It. was. hilarious.
It really was awesome seeing everybody again. I'm going to miss being here even more now.

-Wendy