Random and Thoughts
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Thirteenth Thought: Terrible fear of syringes
I have always been afraid of getting shots, but I know I should receive them. Although I need them, I will never like them. That's my mentality for many things I do not like. Anyway, why would I cry at the thought of going to a clinic for shots? I guess the fear stems from past traumatic experiences. I will list them here.
1) The arm receiving the shot will feel a huge sting when poked by the syringe, then I can feel the needle sliding in and out.
2) After the needle is out, my arm aches for at least a day. The feeling is so uncomfortable that I cannot wear a jacket or sweater without irritation (soreness). I cannot even hold pencils. Luckily for me, my doctor says it's not serious.
3) I once felt itchy so I moved to scratch my arm with the arm not receiving shots. This moved my body at an angle that the needle was stuck for a long moment before the guy could pull it out. I thought I even broke it because I was a dumb kid who broke everything.
Then, there are blood tests. They hold a special place in my heart although I've only had my blood tested once after my mother would not believe the 'worms' on my hips were stretch marks. The first and only time seemed to be going well for a bit. The lady told me to count to fifteen or something, so I did. Then she said something. "There is no blood here, let's try this again." So, I looked as she pulled the huge thing out and proceed to stab me with a weird face. Then, she asked me if I could see the blood being drawn as if that would distract me. Even with blurred vision, I saw the special syringe slowly fill with my blood. I thought I would pass out, but nope. I stumble out of the room whilst holding a cottonball and my arm was dead. When I cannot hold a pencil with 'regular' shots, I could not lift my arm after drawing blood.
Stab me in the arm with a pencil, fork, or anything else that is pointy/sharp, I am fine with that.
So, summary of shared fears thus far: matches/fireworks/anything that can blow up and burn, and any type of syringe
ValKree I used to hate getting shots, especially blood being drawn. shivers But one day, I just relaxed and pretended nothing was happening and just stared out the window or wall, not focusing on my arm or that it existed, sorta. And I barely felt a prick. I still don’t like getting shots, but I’m over it mostly now.
Chryiss I also try to distract myself by looking elsewhere but the places I go to are not helpful. No windows, plain beige walls, closed doors, cabinets full of empty syringes... There are odd days though where I cannot feel a thing, not even a prick. However, those instances are 1/6?
Blood draws are the worst for me. The rooms are tiny with enough space for three people to sit on stools and there's the table for equipment. Maybe the lady missed because there were no lights too.
Then, it always seems like they think a high five would cheer me up when I can't really lift my arm without feeling an ache.
Fourteenth Thought: I'm very chill with dudes in my classes
In elementary school, the guys I was surrounded with were pure douches. Then, the guys during high school years are angels?
These specific stories happened this semester in advanced functions class.
1) When we were about to leave class one day, the guy sitting behind me stepped on my heel. I felt like I was being pulled back and I leaned back, holding my arms out like that dance where you pretend to push something off your chest. I froze and the guy who stepped on my heel leaned back and did the same thing. People asked if we were dancing or dating and we were like...HELL NO! He said we were cool cousins because we have the same last name and our parents were from the same country. Pretty funny dude.
2) The same guy borrowed my pencil last week and returned it to me today, somehow. In elementary school, if a guy was blessed enough to borrow my pencil, that pencil is either a magician or it would return to me with chew marks.
3) Another guy walked past me once and saw my hair fly because of the breeze he created. At the end of the class, he apologized. I did not understand because I don't remember him offending or hitting me. Then, he reminded me of the moment my hair flew and he thought I was hurt. My reaction: (O.O) Dude, was that why you were peeking at me during class?
4) A group of guys were fighting each other during exam review today because they needed my help with a question. I had my earbuds in, but I heard them talk about how they did not want to bother me. They were close to sacrificing their last brain cells to let me work although I was kind of waiting for them to ask.
5) Once, a tall guy was stretching his long legs sideways. He sat to my right and gasped when he kicked my ankle. It was like the time I accidentally stepped on my dog's paw. I was fine with the small incident, but he offered me a bandaid?
6) I did not feel very well one day and I had my head down the whole lesson. The guy sitting closest to the board put his notes in front of my face. He told me to take a picture of the notes and handed me a blue sticky note cheering me on because he thought I was on my period. I was not, but the effort was endearing.
That was when I realized I was not attracted to beautiful faces, but beautiful minds. You can be a female or a male, I will love you if you have a great personality and a decent mind. I don't know if there is a specific word for that. I'll search it up soon. Wow, these thoughts/story times are pretty long now. Next ones should be a few lines.
ValKree This was nice to read.
Some children are spawns of Satan, but as they grow up they learn common sense and consideration for others. Either that, or it’s the parents who raised them that way. Kudos to good parenting. It’s nice that you’re surrounded by good people. :)
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ihateyounot I have noticed that there are many factors involved. The major one is the area in which one lives. I moved high schools and although this new neighbourhood is only twenty minutes away from the previous, everyone in the school is decent. Even the little kids, but the adults are a bit questionable. Humans are so odd.
I still meet people from elementary school on the streets and they got worse. They go to better high schools than my previous one. The school I went to in grade 9 was known for being the 'ghetto school' of the city. There were many problems yet the majority were still cheerful and kind there.
Sometimes, I wonder what happened to the guys from elementary school for them to let go of the little decency they had. I also wonder how the girls are doing, dating them and all that stuff.
Being around good people feels so refreshing after ten years of bleakness. I try to be a good person because I like being happy and making others happy.
Fifteenth Thought: Acronyms for Remembering on Tests
If there are lists or different subtopics I need to remember for tests, I would write acronyms to help me remember all the material I may need to list. If I know the words I need to explain, I can easily do it right away instead of having to take a moment to remember them. Here are some memorable ones.
Grade 9 Religion: SIN
Grade 10 Religion: DICK (I usually write acronyms on the top of tests in case I forget, but will have to list something. No way was I putting that one beside my name)
Grade 11 Biology: DED (Funny)
Grade 11 Intro to Anthro, socio, psycho: YES
Grade 11 Philosophy: NOO
Grade 11 Philosophy: BOO (Poor Philosophy. Noo and Boo)
Grade 12 Religion: FTPT or PFTT (The noise I make a lot in that class although I should not)
Grade 12 Religion: JGG
Grade 12 Religion: ASS (I wrote this one down. Teacher put a question mark but no comments)
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Sixteenth Thought: What I used to do with Fruit in Yogurt
I'm a weird person...and I was a weirder kid.
When I was starting to learn how to eat yogurt, I always ate the yogurt and when I found a fruit, I would spit it back out to eat when there is no more yogurt. Sometimes, I would spend ten minutes just to eat one cup of yogurt. Looking back on it, I think that is weird. Somehow, my sister also picked up the quirk.
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ValKree I... I did a similar thing... but not with yoghurt. Yoghurt makes my stomach hurt. Instead, I used to do it with pudding or jellies that have fruits in them. For some reason, I didn’t like to eat the fruits so I spit ‘em out. Only when I grew up did I notice I was being a little weirdo—and wasteful too, ‘cause the fruits were actually the best part! 
ihateyounot oh, I was a tough kid who could eat almost everything that is edible. I rarely ate pudding or jellies and sadly, none of them had fruits if I did have those snacks.
In my case with the yogurt, I did eat the fruits after 'cleaning' them. Yep, doing something like that is weird.
ValKree Yeah! Now I ‘clean’ them up and eat the fruits afterwards, too. There’s just something satisfying about the ‘cleaning’, lol. Let’s be weird together~
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Seventeenth Thought: I Get nervous When I Publish my Works
Whether it is posting my drawings/digital art on Instagram and Deviantart or publishing new chapters on Webnovel, I always close my eyes when I press the final button that sends my things to the world. I am proud of my work before they are let out, but then I worry I need to change something or no one will like my stuff. I do things for my own happiness, however, I still care about others because they help me improve and continue posting.
I sometimes bite my nails for a while after posting new chapters or artwork and if I have chocolate at home, I would slowly snack on it until a few hours pass. After a certain amount of time, I feel less nervous. Then, the cycle begins again with new work going out.
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Eighteenth Thought: I Love Listening to Music from Different Languages
I used to be so uncultured, listening to only the most popular English songs. Well, that changed until I entered the world of Kpop. After that, I explored more songs in different languages and I think the newest language I got interested in is French. I've been learning French up until ninth grade, but it took one song to make me think better of French. If you'd like to suggest any song in any of the languages below, please share them. You can suggest artists if you're lazy or a huge fan of them and can't list all their songs.
I need more songs in my playlists and I don't judge anything except flow and maybe lyrics? I listen to English, Mandarin (and other Chinese dialects), Vietnamese, Tagalog, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, German, Italian, Polish, and some Jamaican.
Hello. So I need help. I was reading this story last night and it was really good. The problem is I woke up and couldn’t find it. I cant even remember the name. The story was about Xie Jing (I think) and she was drowned in her previous life. By chance she was transmigrated into the body of a nobles daughter in ancient China. Unfortunately, the bodies previous owner loved the emperor and had entered herself in a contest to become his concubine (I think). In this situation, Xie Jing tries to fail but actually wins (????? I hadn’t gotten very far) I REALLY want to continue reading this story. I’ve been looking for the past hour but I can’t find it. Any help?
Hello. So I need help. I was reading this story last night and it was really good. The problem is I woke up and couldn’t find it. I cant even remember the name. The story was about Xie Jing (I think) and she was drowned in her previous life. By chance she was transmigrated into the body of a nobles daughter in ancient China. Unfortunately, the bodies previous owner loved the emperor and had entered herself in a contest to become his concubine (I think). In this situation, Xie Jing tries to fail but actually wins (????? I hadn’t gotten very far) I REALLY want to continue reading this story. I’ve been looking for the past hour but I can’t find it. Any help?
Hello. So I need help. I was reading this story last night and it was really good. The problem is I woke up and couldn’t find it. I cant even remember the name. The story was about Xie Jing (I think) and she was drowned in her previous life. By chance she was transmigrated into the body of a nobles daughter in ancient China. Unfortunately, the bodies previous owner loved the emperor and had entered herself in a contest to become his concubine (I think). In this situation, Xie Jing tries to fail but actually wins (????? I hadn’t gotten very far) I REALLY want to continue reading this story. I’ve been looking for the past hour but I can’t find it. Any help?
IrrelevantMe if you read on the app.
Go to your library tab
Click the [...] button top right on the app
Click on history to see if the book is there.
I'm not sure if read history tracks all books or just those added to library.
IrrelevantMe uhhh sorry I can't help because I haven't read many novels on here yet. I think Veronica8 gave a great suggestion though. Also, I really hope posting thrice was a glitch or mistake. Good luck finding your book! It sounds like a few transmigration books so I'm not sure which one it is.