Happy Birthday Gummy Bear!

So, today is my nieces 5th birthday!

Happy birthday little girl. Keep being you, cause you’re awesome as you are.

And just for you, I’m going to share the song we sing together.

Presenting, the Gummy Bear song, which my niece likes to sing while pretending she is a DJ.

Love you. Hope you like your present. ūüôā


My mom nicknamed us all after candies, and so we call my niece Gummy Bear, and this is a song my little sister and I used to sing when we were little kids, so we brought it back…and boy does it annoy my folks when the three of us sing this over and over and over during car rides.

–R.

Ah! People! GAH! – Confessions of a University Student

I didn’t sleep in this morning, I got distracted. Then I realized my apartment was a mess, and I¬†was late for¬†class and people were coming over. So, I wasted more time thinking about what I should do and how to prioritize my time. I decided I should probably stick around and clean the apartment, since I’m the only person who will…yah…I got stuck in that role…yay me.

Seriously though, I don’t know why people can’t make their bed, wash their dishes, vacuum. Like, I left the vacuum in the living room so everyone could use it! It is RIGHT THERE!

I’m not saying I’m perfect. I have trash to take out, and my bookshelf is still broken, so of course my stuff is everywhere, but my bed is made and I can walk¬†everywhere else in my room except for where my books currently are.

I don’t think my roommates are lazy, and yes their course loads are a lot heavier than mine, but I have yet to see the bathroom clean before I go in there. How hard is it to clean the shower?

I’m also annoyed because my roommate hasn’t responded to my text message that I sent on Tuesday. I even put a note on the fridge about it. They haven’t said a word to me in person either. Actually, they avoid interacting with anyone else in the apartment as much as possible. They live in their own little world. I don’t dislike them, nor do I really care if they want to be buddies or not. I’m a quiet person as well, I tend to spend time by myself. I don’t need to hang out with people 24/7. However, I still greet people and ask how their day is. I don’t purposely avoid anyone (unless I have a good reason to). Also, it isn’t like I didn’t have to listen to my roommate arguing with their “special” friend every night at around 4 am until they broke up. Oh, and did I mention they set the smoke detector off multiple times in the middle of the night. So if I for some reason annoyed them a little bit, they can suck it up.

Just because my courses aren’t science related does not mean that I don’t have essays, presentations and readings to do. Unfortunately, people don’t seem to ever think I’m busy. I just did four presentations in a row. I have¬†3 papers and an essay to finish. Technically I have to get 2 essays done…as due to all the stress I’d been under my favourite professor told me to hand my essay in by December. I’d rather not wait that long to do it though. I honestly almost forgot about it. I’m grateful for the extension. I didn’t take an extension for another essay I had that was due in October, while I was extremely overwhelmed and I did horrible. That is the worst mark I’ve gotten on an essay before, and no I’m not one of those kids who gets an 80% and thinks I failed. I have to try in order to get good grades. I didn’t even do well on my midterm exams. It was awful. I basically got back three bad marks in a row, after all of that stress and sat there staring at them, thinking the world had ended. Not only that but I was still in “I have to be strong and not make any trouble for my family” mode, so I beat myself up over it until my sister showed up and snapped me out of it. She didn’t even notice anything was wrong. I guess that made things better.

I apologise for this large rant. I’m just frustrated with people right now.

I have another presentation to do in two weeks and half the group hasn’t shown up to our classes so that we can get work done. Oh, and one person dropped out of the course. Yah, and we aren’t allowed to use a script for the presentation.

Woo! Life is great!

At least I get to spend time with my older brother and my niece today. That makes up for all this other stuff.

I’m also on our music council so…I have things to do today relating to that which means I don’t know how much time I’ll actually get to spend with my folks. I have to go though because the concerts next week and we only have one practice left.

I’m gonna go eat some brownies for breakfast. I don’t care if I worked out yesterday. I want brownies and I’m gonna eat them and no one can tell me not to because I paid for dinner last night and I deserve it!

…Next time I’ll do a writing update…I have to get all this stuff done. Maybe this should become a segment on my blog? Haha. Yah…wow I feel really calm now.

Till next time,

— R.

Oh, by the way the brownies are half chocolate chip cookie. Isn’t that awesome!? I know…I know. I planned on making bacon and eggs for breakfast but I’ll have that tomorrow. No biggie.

 

 

“What’s it mean when somebodies heart is broken?” – Curly.T

Trying to explain what it means to have a broken heart to a child is extremely difficult. They think of it like a broken bone, something that you can see and mend…however in reality broken hearts are hidden within us, beneath our outer shells.

Sure, some of us have hearts that aren’t very strong, or don’t work they way they should…but we don’t say our hearts our broken when they’re off beat or they burst out of control. We say they’re under attack.

Until today, I never realized how we view our hearts. When I think of my heart, I think of a vessel pumping in my chest but I also think of the vast emotions that I feel and the memories associated with them. I wonder why our hearts feel as though they clench whenever we’re in pain? Or why they race rapidly when we’re nervous, or why our hearts flutter whenever we’re in love?

I don’t think a broken heart can be properly explained. It is one of those things that you have to feel to actually understand…and for the little girl who asked, I hope she doesn’t feel that sort of pain for a very, very long time…even though it is a necessary feeling that we all need in order to grow.

–R.

She Strikes Again

I knew that approximately thirty minutes after I settled into bed, she’d barge into my room whimpering. After a while, you just know these things.

She never wants to sleep all by herself. Even if you give her every known nightlight in the house, a mountain of stuffed animals and the world’s most comfortable pillows she’ll still insist. She could be out like a light, sleeping through the shouting fans, the blaring television and the gentle hum of the dryer. Still, she would wait until you’re settled into bed, just beginning to shut your eyes and then she would run to your room, begging for you to stay with her until she falls asleep.

Eventually one just gives in to the demands of the ever persistent four year old.

Hopefully I can actually get a decent amount of sleep tonight. We’ll see.

Goodnight/morning again,

— R and Princess Curly Top.

“I don’t want to sleep on my own anymore.”

She woke up and found that she was alone. With sleep in her eyes she crawled out of bed, and made her way towards the dark hallway. Her heart was already racing from that dream, now the hallway was so dark that she could barely see a thing.

Her lips quivered, but she stepped out into the hall. She knew where to go. She twisted the knob and whipped open the door–as she would if it were morning–then made her way towards the bed.

“Ryder, I don’t want to sleep by myself anymore,” she whimpered.

Ryder’s eyes shot open. “Wha?”

The little curly-haired girl pouted.

“Want me to come stay with you?” Ryder asked hoarsely, sitting up.

“Yah….”

So, Ryder got up out of bed and followed her through the dark hallway, and into the room with lots of night lights. Ryder gave the little girl a sleepy grin as she sprawled across the bed, not thinking to leave room for anyone else.

“Well, this is the same little girl who kicked me in the head while she was asleep,” Ryder laughed.

The little girl rolled over, closing her eyes, lettings Ryder lay down.

Ryder tucked the two of them in and the little girl latched onto the blanket, curling into a ball. Ryder looked at the time and sighed. At least work wasn’t until the following evening.

“Ooph!”

Ryder glanced at the little girl and frowned as she threw her legs up, and twisted her body around like a wiggling worm.

“Oh, whatever.”

The little girl’s legs flew up into the air as she tossed and slammed into Ryder’s back. There they stayed as she slept peacefully, her knee in Ryder’s side.

With a gentle sigh Ryder took the giant, fluffy giraffe and used it as a pillow.

“Oh look…aw…hmm…sunlight.”

 


Goodnight/morning.

–From R and Princess Curly-top.

Don’t worry, my back should be fine in time for any potential piggy-back rides.