Warning: Don’t be misled.  This post isn’t that sad.

Hey guys.  I’d like to apologize for the unnecessarily sappy, mushy, cheesy melodramatic tone of the previous post.  After hearing your comments, I’ve decided that you guys (and my rational side) were right—I’m probably jumping to conclusions.  I guess it’s a permanent mark of my disordered eating that I can never truly “recover” from.  I remember that Sophia wrote a very poignant post on the meaning of recovery awhile back, and I realize now that some parts of my mind will always be a little bit twisted… Do you think there are some things that cannot be completely recovered?

Then again, it’s nothing some good ol’ thought process can’t fix.  Pft, and to think I go to a science and math school… I’m supposed to look for hard, cold evidence to support my hypotheses! o_o

Anyhoo.  Moving on to what I originally meant to write as a “welcome to December” post before I got caught up in a snowy wood…

I can’t believe it’s already December. That means two things: a) 2.5 long, dreary weeks until winter break, and then midterms, and b) get ready for freeze-your-ass-off February! Hardy-har-har!  :D  Oh, and January and the rest of this month too, but I had to make the alliteration.  Sorry.  Nerdiness, remember?  :0)

Schoolwork has been absolutely killer.  x__x  Three hours of sleep?  Huh.  No wonder I’m so short!  Education is stunting my growth, dammit, and I already have genes for shortness!  Isn’t it absolutely pathetic that an eleven-year-old is taller than me?  Isn’t it???  It is.  It makes me very, very sad.

Eeek, I’m nervous about my biology presentation tomorrow.  It’s about stem cell research, and to be honest, if I read the paper in depth, the content becomes pretty arcane.  @_@  Oh, and I’m NOT made for public speaking.  I’m not totally inaudible, but my voice just doesn’t carry that well, and I tend to stutter like hell.  Stuttering + inability to think on my feet = disaster.  :\  Any tips?

I seriously need to hone my public speaking skills.  It’s quite necessary for being a lawyer, isn’t it?  Ha… I know nothing about law, but I want to be a lawyer.  Actually, I’m not sure if I want to be a lawyer—I don’t even know what I want to be.  When I was in first grade, I wanted to be a policewoman so I could, errr, arrest people.  o_o  And then I wanted to be a vet, but I realized that I was terrified of pets (dogs especially… *shiver* don’t hate!).  The rest is kind of a blur.  I know I wanted to be a doctor for awhile, but then I asked my dad how long medical school would take.  His answer basically doused all my passion.  -_-

Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?  If you already know, or are already doing it, how did you decide that it was right for you?

I want to be a lawyer to fight the injustice I’ve seen towards my own family members.  But for now, it’s just a thought, since I’m still insouciant to pretty much everything… other than food and food photography, of course P:

On to food!  I finally tried a mandarin orange.  As in, one that was not from a little Dole package, drenched in syrup.  I think these are just about on par with clementines!  They’re a little bit more tart, but just as juicy and easy to peel, and though not completely seed-free, the seeds are far and few in between (is that the right expression?).  I actually bought two of ’em—they were siamese twins, as in, they were connected by a mini-vine with an adorable lil’ leaf on it.  :]  The formation just seemed so cool and natural, like they were fresh-picked, even though it was probably far from that.  :P

There, that’s more inappropriate.

I’m tired.  I want to go to bed right now, actually.  But I have to rehearse. And study.