2 down, 2 more to go

As of this moment, Kaskade is the only thing that motivating me to pull through the rest of the week.

I also can't believe it's only Tuesday. This week feels so long. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..-_-

School mode

4 midterms the week after TI. Sigh.

On the bright side, I really like my classes (Especially physio) this semester.

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

FUN FUN FUN FUN

Kitties..=(

Ever since the beginning of the summer, I've been stopping by Your Basic Bird (pet store a block away from Dragonhouse) to oogle at the adoptable kittens/cats on display from Hopalong shelter. There's something about playing with the kittens that makes you forget about everything and take joy upon their little encounters playing with each other or any random string/toy you throw upon it. But then, I start to feel sad whenever I see the kittens, especially if they've been there for more than 2 weeks and start to have an urge to want to take them home for myself. Yesterday after MCB136, I decided to stop by the pet store again and play with the two tuxedo kittens. While doing so, a man comes in with two bags and asked the store clerk about surrendering a cat and her 5 kittens. Due to legal issues, the store clerk could not accept them because the cat was claimed to be 'lost' by the man (though it was actually his) and it could be someone else's. The mother was a white cat with striped spots and her kittens displayed the same marks. Since it was an especially hot day, I felt extremely bad for the kittens because they were placed in what was pretty much a black duffle bag with a small openings for them to breathe. For the first time, I had never seen kittens actually panting like a dog because it was so hot. Also, I have never seen so many fleas (blegh) on a pet. Having a desire to own a kitty for myself, I went over to the man and asked about what he was going to do with the kittens. I told him that I lived a block away from the pet store and offered to help him out since he really didn't want to give them away to a shelter. Another lady came to help out as well and eventually they started to give away the kittens to people who came by. I can't tell you how BADLY I wanted to keep the kittens, especially this one kitten that was all white but had a tabby spot on her forehead. I was so desperate that I decided to bring one of the kittens in to dragonhouse temporarily and upon entering the house, Phil was in the kitchen chuckling that I brought home a kitty. ED came down and despite jumping around and pleading, I knew deep down that we couldn't keep them. Ultimately, we had to give them back to the owner and wished him the best in finding owners for the kittens.

I spent the next two hours moping about the kittens..

I always had this frustration about wanting a pet but couldn't due to house/academic/random reasons. Before moving to SF, we had to leave Bobo behind with my Aunt because we couldn't bring him over. In high school, my dad decided to adopt another cat, Lulu but we had to give it away because there was too much drama with my grandpa against it. Then there was pretty and fatty which, i would've LOVED to adopt but I know my parents couldn't possibly deal with my grandpa/ I don't know how my roommates would've dealt with it. Of course, I understand the implications and responsibilities of owning a pet. It's just sad to know that there are so many animals out there that could be rescued but you can't do so yourself because of limitations.

GAH! I really should volunteer at the pet shelter.

*self note* Bodyweight squats= no weights...

Seriously, who the hell automatically thinks that you don't need to use weights with 'bodyweight squats'? ..-_-

Yesterday's workout consisted of a series of lat pull downs, barbell squats, rows, and a complex of 5 sets of 15 bodyweight squats then 12 back lunges as fast as possible. Being the smurt girl that I am, I thought bodyweight squats= squatting with almost your weight (105-110) on the squatting rack....balls. -_-....I thought my legs were going to die.

However, my legs aren't as sore as I thought they'd be. My shoulders are more sore though.

Last night, I finally got the chance to see 500 Days of Summer (YAY Justin!). I really enjoyed the movie as you could really put yourself in either Tom's or Summer's shoes when reflecting upon past/current relationships. It reminds yourself how unpredictable relationships and in essence, life can be. One moment, you might tell yourself that you'll only date a specific 'type' of guy and in the next, you might be head over heels over someone you never expected to pay attention to. Also, I don't think Summer is a bitch. It seems like in every breakup, there's usually always the 'victim' and the 'bitch' based on whose side you take upon. While I genuinely felt bad for Tom, you can't blame Summer for being realistic and upfront about her feelings, which sometimes I wish I had the balls for that.