370 Days

...that's how long it's been since I've last blogged. Whoops.

If only I had the time to write about everything that has happened and changed in my life.

First and foremost, the guy mentioned in every previous post from here, shall affectionately be termed 'psycho.' Obviously, we are not together...hallelujah and thank You Jesus!

It's been a whirlwind of a last year, and last June-October was absolutely miserable. 'Psycho' went off the deep end last year and eventually I found out he was schizophrenic. Like, bonafide-schizo. Like, thinks-dead-people-would-call-his-phone schizo. You don't even want to know. He was also very verbally/emotionally abusive and through the help of friends, I was able to walk away at the end of September. Just in time, too, because Psycho got charged with aggravated robbery in Oct/Nov. I sure did pick winners, didn't I? Bahaha.

Last summer I was introduced to this little Eurasian WiFi cafe/yogurt shop on Northgate, called Happy Yogurt. It is owned and run by my now best friend and her mother, whom we call Momma. This place is awesome and has been such a haven for me. It's like your modern-day Cheers. There are a ton of us "regulars" (who we prefer to call Daylies), and it's always a good time in there. I probably spend more free time there than in my own apartment. Koda, my friend and the owner, is an amazing woman and she has done so much for me since I met her and I love her dearly. And Momma is simply the bomb.com. No lie. Coolest Taiwanese woman EVER. Just don't piss her off ;)

I started running in January this year for various reasons. For health, to push myself past personal limitations, to release stress, to have a productive hobby, etc. I ran my first 5K in April and it was amazing and I was very proud of my time and the fact that I ran all but one short portion...which was up a huge hill. It sucked. I was supposed to run another 5K a week and some change ago (April 30), but my foot was swollen at the time so I did not do it. It has since gone down and I've run once since, and my foot seemed to take it perfectly fine. Doctors tell me to not run and had told me that I would never be able to run again. But, what is life if you're not pushing limits? I would rather be as active as I can, and then be completely immobile later on in life, than to just amble on slowly and not be happy. I LOVE to run, and nothing is going to stop me unless God wills it so.

As previously mentioned^, I broke up with Psycho back in September. The months that followed were a much-needed rebuilding stage for me. I was so broken after 2 abusive years that I had a lot of personal work to do. I was propositioned for a few dates after I walked away from the Psycho, but I just couldn't do it. I wasn't emotionally capable. However, around December, a friend of mine talked me into joining eHarmony (something I NEVER thought I would do, ha ha), because she had signed up but felt embarrassed about it since there is still some stigma against online dating sites. She asked (and even PAID...I wouldn't have paid, lol) if I would join it so she would feel less lame about it, so I finally said sure. I didn't take it serious at all. Heck, I didn't even log onto the thing until February. I was tired of getting all these emails about 'matches', so I logged on and sifted through and just kind of played with it. Again, not taking it seriously. And then I saw this guy's "profile." Honestly? I first messaged him because he was extremely attractive... he had brown hair and blue eyes (my personal preference), and a gorgeous smile. We exchanged questions through eHarmony's communication process, and really liked the other's answers. Since the first text I received from Jason on Feb. 21st after we exchanged numbers...we have only gone 1 day without talking. Thank God that unlimited texts exist now days, because my monthly amount has gone from a 3-4K average, to about 7-8K. No lie. Oh...and as of May 3rd, he and I are in a serious relationship :).

We first met March 19, at the end of my spring break, and it was absolutely amazing. He is absolutely amazing. We saw each other 5-6 times after that, and pretty much were 'together' through April, but we never discussed what we were until last week. I've never been this happy with this area of my life, ever. I feel like he is gift from God... like I had to go through all the terrible pain of past relationships to be able to appreciate it when someone is truly good. And he so, so, so is. He is so sweet, kind, gentle, funny, smart, witty, and above all else...he loves God. He is everything I've ever wanted in a man and I never believed in soul-mates until now, as terribly cheesy as that sounds. We have so much in common that there is always something to talk about, and equally have opposite interests which means we're always learning and sharing with one another.

Aww...speaking of, he just popped up on facebook chat and sent, "muah!" He is so precious :) I don't think I've dated a guy who is so into showing me how he cares and feels about me. He is constantly telling me he misses me, how much he likes me, how I make him smile, etc. He has got to be the most affectionate guy I've ever dated...and the Lord knows I needed that. I was so broken after last year. It's like God gave Jason to me to show me what real feelings are supposed to be like. For the first time in a long time, I feel... whole. He is amazing.


...Did I mention that he's incredibly handsome? No? Oh, well, he's incredibly handsome :).

Until next time...which, I promise, will not be three hundred and seventy days from now.

--Miss Sarcastic

Guys are doucheboxes.

So, yesterday was pretty awesome but it totally did not go as planned.

I went to class, but had been feeling nauseous most of the morning. I called in to work so I could go home in hopes to not vomit...because vomiting just sucks.

I also had to miss HvZ last night because of not feeling well. Kevin and I went to campus to meet with some friends for about 20 minutes, and then we left because he wasn't feeling well, either. I took him home and was about to go home when a friend asked if I wanted to go to On The Border to eat some queso. I'd never been so I said sure, lol.

So we ate some good Mexican food, then went to Applebees to have some more fun. Tee hee.

Oh, and guys are doucheboxes. I'd say douchebags, but douche actually comes in boxes from the store, so therefore, guys are doucheboxes. Big ones at that.

My boyfriend is amazing most of the time, and I wouldn't categorize him into the douchebox category, but dang some guys are just awful.

And some. Well, scratch that, all guys need them some Jesus. It's sad what this world is coming to.

I want to go to Breakaway tonight! It's the last one of the semester, and is all worship. Sadly, I have a prior commitment to fulfill, but I SHOULD be able to make it. I hope. <3

--Miss Sarcastic

I sold my soul for a bottle of water today.

Well, at least that's what it felt like. $4 for a bottle of Aquafina is ridiculous. Thank you, Buzzfest XXIV, for taking my soul in exchange for a substance that covers a great portion of EARTH. It was wonderful of you.

So, as per ^, it's obvious I went to Buzzfest today. It was AWESOME. The weather was a perfect mid-80s, no humidity, and with a constant breeze. Sunny skies. The company was even better, as I went with my roommate/best friend/fiance (<--joke) Sarah, and my best guy friend, Andy. We had a blast.

The bands were all pretty good, too. Some great. We first saw Switchfoot @ 2pm on the mainstage. Then we waited a little bit for the sets to change, and we saw Deftones. After that, we headed to the sidestage to see 10 Years, who were awesome. Then we went back to the mainstage to see Seether, then back to the sidestage to see Sick Puppies. Aaaaand that's where we almost died. I've never been to a concert with THAT much crowd-surfing. A guy even got dropped on my head at one point. Ow. After that, we headed back again to the mainstage to see Three Days Grace, back to the sidestage to see a bit of Flyleaf, and then finally ended it at the mainstage to see LIMP BIZKIT. It was such a fun day.

Also, once again, I am saddened to witness what this generation claims as nice fashion. And just because you have something does NOT mean you should flaunt it, dear God. I saw some traumatizing things today...

Tomorrow will be long, too. Class at 11:30, work 1-5, then HvZ starts (well, it started at midnight, technically). We'll have the first mission tomorrow night sometime.

Busy, busy day/week.

Also, my kitty is so adorable. He crawled into my lap while I started typing this blog and he is not passed out. <3

Buenos noches,
--Miss Sarastic

Want. Summer. Now.

I haven't blogged since right before the semester started, and now it is about to end. That should tell you a few things. 1) I was extremely busy for a majority of it and 2) I forgot about my blog. I sorry :)

Let's see if I can give a short recap.

School started in late January. Nothing eventful there, really. Not until the very last week of January where my kitten broke his leg, anyway.

I don't remember much of February and March, thanks to all my time being consumed with law crap. Why law, you ask? Go back to my kitten in January ^. I took him to the vet when he broke his leg, like ANY responsible pet owner should, and what happens? I (and my roommate) get accused of animal abuse, reported to animal control, animals taken away via seizure warrants, and a court trial in which I kicked major butt and showed the county prosecutor what's up. We got them back, but my word was it a huge, ridiculous process.

Oh, and it turns out that the only way my cat was able to break his leg was because he has a rare, pre-existing genetic bone disease. He is now a 3-legged tripod kitty. But yeah, it took a freaking disease to hurt my animal because good Lord knows my roommate (who is a vegetarian and pretty much animal rights activist) and I could never do such a thing.

Now, we're preparing to sue the crap out of the city :) (I could talk for hours about the reasons, proof, and etc behind that)

Anyway, that situation took up a majority of my semester, it seems.

In other, lighter news, I did what the Lord told me to do concerning a situation and it's definitely been for the better :) God is so good! Seriously, He never ceases to amaze me!

Speaking of God shocking me... Kevin has been coming with me to bible study lately. Praise Him! I've prayed so hard and long for Kevin to come to know Christ the way I do, and it seems God is really working in him!

That's all I really have for now. I'm tired and need to sleep. I also need to study since finals are upon me, but procrastinating is so much more fun. Uh, until tomorrow that is. Oh well.

<3
--Miss Sarcastic

Breaking Point

Why can't I just sympathize? No. Instead, I must empathize. I hate it! It's so much easier to say "I'm sorry," to someone who's life is hell, and it's another thing empathizing with them and feeling the daily strain and stress of everything piling on at once. PLUS all the stuff going on in my own life.

There are a few ways to fix this, but they are all so hard...

Le sigh.

I know what I can do, what I can't do, and what I don't want to do.

They all happen to be the same thing.

:(

Until next time,
--Miss Sarcastic

Shiver Me Timbers

First thing's first: I know I haven't posted in a few months. You see, the thing about being a college student who also works 20+ hours a week while taking 17 hours of mostly science-based classes is this --> you have hardly any extra time to do stuff. Facebook doesn't count: I can do it from my phone.

It's another lonely night. Sarah (<--amazing roomie) is in Austin for the night, and Kevin is at his house. The children are my company. Children = Buckminster (11wk old kitty <3), Henry (a slightly retarded dog), Tweak (a recently electrocuted cat who had a personality transplant), and Arcee [aka Lil' Girl] (our cute rat). I love animals. If I did not have them here, I'd be going insane since I'd be the only breathing thing here outside of the poltergeist that haunts this place. Do poltergeists even breathe?

I don't want the semester to start. I enjoy college station during the breaks --> it means that there is like 40,000 less stupid drivers. This greatly pleases me. I'm also taking some hard classes this semester... organic chemistry II aka 'hell' and calculus. I usually love math, but I have done no math since Fall semester of freshman year. Quite a bit ago. I wonder if I even know where my scientific calculator is...hmm.

Still thinking of a certain situation that I think I'm going to change. I've been praying about it and I really feel that the Lord is telling me to pursue what has been on my heart. I don't really feel like writing exactly what it is here, though.

Alright, sorry for the useless post. It's 3:06 and I can't sleep *cue Shinedown*. Seriously, though... I suppose I'll just take a muscle relaxer and some benedryl to sleep. HEY! Don't confuse me with a pill-popper. I'm under doctor's orders :)

Sleep well my children,
-Miss Sarcastic

ps - IT IS SO COLD! What is this thing you call winter and where did it come from? This is Texas!

I want one.

So, I want one.

Like really, really want one.

I keep trying to snap myself out of it, but I just can't get it out of my head.

I want one.