If you ask my sister, this is probably why I'm still single, give off no sex appeal, and am just a straight-up weirdo. FYI I mean my real, share-a-last-name sister. The thing is, I'm pretty, freaking weird. And not in the kinky way (get your head out of the gutter!), but in the secret-Asian-nerd way. I've noticed it recently, and while I'm not hiding it, I'm not opening my mouth and shouting it to the whole world either. I have about eighty million interests, and these just so happen to be some of them.

• I'm a secret fan girl. Okay, not that secret, but I'm not much better than a lot of fan girls. I don't do that whole thing where they like the pair group members as couples because that's too weird even for me and, let's face it, my lack of a gaydar is a sensitive topic, so why would I encourage it? But I totally looked as soshified.com like errryday for Soshi updates, and for a while I was following a Kyuhyun fan page to figure out what he was up to. I screamed like a crazy fan girl when I saw G-Dragon in person, and totally waited at this state with my friend for an hour or so in hopes he would appear. No, I'm not kidding.

• I TOTALLY read manga. A lot. Like a lot, a lot. I've read so much manga over the years that I often forget a lot of them. Even my favorites, I forget that I've read them. All I know is that Fruits Basket was my first and my favorite (though Hana Yori Dango is close). I've read some smutty ones too--they're pretty terrible. I definitely prefer shoujo manga--the cutesier, the better. The worse one I read was probably Haou Airen because it was just beyond bizarre for me. Plus the ending was sad, though not that sad when you think about it. I don't know; I don't recommend that. I don't recommend a lot of that mangaka's work because it can be pretty smutty. Though I'm reading Ai Ore! now, and it's cleverly adorable.

• I also have watched anime. You betcha! I actually don't watch that much because I prefer reading the manga version over the anime--especially because two of my favorites (Furubu and Ouran) only had two seasons when there was so much more left of the story. I am considering getting into the Avatar series though. I watched the finale of Korra while I was in California, and it was quite good.

• I watch A LOT of sappy Youtube videos. Not the kitty ones either (I watch less of them than you might think given my name). I watch the couple videos, the kissing compilations, and the ones with sappy Celine Dion songs in the background. You think I'm kidding, but one look at my Youtube history will tell you differently. It's pretty bad. After I finished a movie, show, or a manga, I always youtube couple videos to relive the moments.

• I would totally be a gamer if it weren't for my brother. I would! I'm not at all, but given my short times with Angry Bird, Solitaire, Temple Run, and more, I know I'd be addicted to games if my brother had let me play his Nintendo 64 more often when I was little. I would 100% be that person up to 3 am playing a game. 

I know, I'm a bit dorky. At this point, though, I've embraced it. What's the phrase? I'm letting my freak flag fly.

"Cho Kyuhyun. Cho Kyuhyun. Cho Kyuhyun."

"Look like the Tone It Up Girls. ABS ABS ABS."

"I shouldn't have eaten that cookie dough this morning."

"Holy shit, I want to throw up." [During Cross Fit]

"HOW HAS IT ONLY BEEN TEN MINUTES?" [Treadmill--walking...]

"I want legs like SNSD." [Treadmill--walking..during any K-pop song]

"Ooh...he's hot" [When I manage to be in the gym at the same time as the one hot guy who comes to my gym]

"I hate running. I hate running. I hate running." [When I try to run to look like a total athlete in front of the one hot guy by running on the treadmill.]

"Heeeeeeeeeeeee hoooooo heavy breathing sounds" [After approximately three minutes of running at a 5.5]

"Git yo fat ass movin'" [My ghetto trainer inner voice]

"ABS, Bitches, ABS. No more side fat. No more side fat."

"Fit into jeans. Fit into jeans. Fit into jeans."


"fjdsklfjfskdjf sdfjskjfsdkf youuuu" [singing along to K-pop songs]


"I hate freestyle." [While swimming] "Holy bajeezus, I can't do fly."

"Water break!" [At the end of every workout]


No, but really, this goes through my head all the time.

(I don't actually think this, but I had to. Have you listened to this ridiculous song?)

You know....I don't know how to say this. Maybe it's because I'm not at school where half my sisters are basically engaged and the other half are at least in some stage of a relationship (and by sisters, I expand this to the whole freaking campus, all 1,300 of them). Maybe it's because I'm enjoying work/watching copious amounts of "Mad Men." It could also be that I don't have as much time to get lost in my thoughts (hello, lifeguarding) with work and whatnot. And it could also be the fact that I have a lot of plans and figuring out to do before I graduate in two years. It could also be that quite literally the last four or five guys I have found to be attractive are very, very, definitely gay... But here's the thing:

I like being single.

No, really. And this isn't a pathetic post from someone who's trying to show a brave face in being hopelessly single (though this blog is called "The Future Cat Lady Diaries"). It could be, I'll let you know when I'm actually in a relationship, but for right now I like it. 

There's a lot of reasons why. It could be because I've never been in a relationship nor have I ever been "talking" to someone. I don't know a thing about intimacy, and I've never been on a single date. Double, blind, through a dating site. Nada. I did tell my brother during an eHarmony commercial that I should make an account, and he said, "Nah, wait until you're twenty." Friends, I'm two months away from being twenty. But that's besides the point. It could also be that I'm extremely awkward, and the thought of being "set-up" with someone actually terrifies me/turns me off. It could also be that I've succeeded in being a totally asexual human being, but given the way my heart swooned at my title song when Kyuhyun sang wearing that awful neck thing points to a no. It could just be that I'm going to be jumping around a lot in the next two years/possibly four, and the thought of having to factor someone else into those decisions is, basically, a huge drag.

I can point to the indicators that I'm not as into having a boyfriend as much as I was in my younger day [read like six months ago] (otherwise known as the cool down of my boy-crazy hormones).

• When I pick up a romance novel, I'm more interested in how the sex scene is written than how the male hero and female hero overcome their obstacles to have their demanded happy ending by the end. (No, but really, one of the guidelines of a romance is novel is that it has to have a happy ending.) I'm looking for good euphemisms and no murky business with five different hands going to five different directions. I don't want to read an anatomy book for Pete's sake.
• Sad animal commercials are more likely to make me cry than a tragic love story, though the tragic love story will tug at my sorry heartstrings when done well.
• I don't yearn/obsess/pine/sigh away my days over a guy. Let me direct you to how I spent all of my freshman and sophomore years of high school. I'm frankly embarrassed at myself.
• I'm not jealous of people in relationships. I get excited for people who are in relationships and obviously if we're friends I ask about eighty million detailed questions, but over all I don't have the, "When's it my turn?" demands.
• Looking at my ten year plan (like I really have a ten year plan), I honestly don't see starting a relationship in the books. I've learned that the happiest I feel is when I step off an airplane. When I exit the terminal doors to a whole new place or come home for a little bit, I get this feeling of happiness. I'm not meant to settle down anytime soon.
• Seeing people in my store whose boyfriends are basically buying them something for an anniversary or "just because" doesn't bother me much. I think this is more of the fact that I listened to "Independent Women" by Destiny's Child on repeat as a child. Imma be buying my expensive goods myself.

But, obviously, who am I to know? Clearly there are still indicators that I'd like a boyfriend. Someone to be the big spoon while we watch a movie. Someone to spend holidays with. A good romantic comedy (Bridget Jones's Diary) or a good shoujo manga (Furuba and Hana Yori Dango, you get me all the time) always makes my insides melt like a Popsicle on the Fourth of July. And who knows? I've never been pursued before (has anyone in this day and age?). I've never really been properly hit on, I think, and no one I know has shown interest in thinking I'm particularly attractive (I'm kind of not--at least not mixed with my noisy personality or my standoffishness--according to my sister). So who knows? Maybe I'll throw all this out of the window and melt into the arms of the first jerk who says he thinks I'm hot. 

That'll be the moment when all my sisters and friends start water boarding me, FYI. I'm holding all of you accountable. Don't take bullshit excuses from me, just duck my head in the water until I think I've drowned.

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Sorry, sorry, sorry. I really don't have anything overly interesting to say here right now because my life comprises of working out, sleeping, interning, and working. And some TV show watching and reading in between. AKA I'm not an interesting person anymore! I know I have stories to fill you-all in on. And I will, promise. I've been busy getting reacclimated to my other blog, which is finally back (Glitter & Lace). It's a lot more appropriate/not quite so sarcastic than this one, and I talk about all the girly things I try not to inundate this blog with. But I promise I'm not forgetting this little blog because I'm giving more love to my other one. I like to use this one to post all the embarrassingly funny things that happen to me as well as my long, long, long ramblings on nothing whatsoever of great importance (like my issues with "The Glee Project"). I just wanted to say, my fellow future cat people, I will not forsake you-all! (Dramatic, right?) But if you miss me like I know I'd miss me, just pop over to G&L.

Also, PS, do you see what I'm reading right now? A Game of Thrones is seriously conflicting with my attempts to be healthy (aka sleeping at decent hours of the night). I know everything that's going to happen in the first book since the whole TV show came out, but it doesn't stop it from being totally awesome. Hurry up with the rest of series, Martin, I want to know the outcomes! And I swear, if Jon Snow's parents aren't Lyanna and Rhaegar, I'll be pissed.

1. Rude people. One thing I learned from working in retail. People are freaking rude. Like, why do you need to be so rude? One of my coworkers literally got shhhed when she was trying to help a customer. I got told I was being annoying. And people, don't walk into a store talking on your phone. Or wearing your sunglasses. It's not sunny out anymore, hellooo. And it makes you look like such a tool, words do not describe.

2. Fake people. One thing I do have to give the rudeys is that they certainly don't have this problem. Hey, guess what? I don't really need you to like me, so if you don't, don't act like you do.

3. People who leave stupid comments. Okay, this might be my biggest hate ever. Seriously, I'm not commenting on your blog because I want you to comment back. I took the time to read through your post (I hate posts that have a little text and literally fifty pictures of the same thing. Learn to edit!), and I wanted to comment on it. So don't come to my blog and leave the dumbest comments ever. I'm not talking to everyone, I'm talking to certain people who you can still see. Oh, and I'm calling your ass out.

Clara Turbay: "Your ideas are lovely tasteful and stylish." <-- This, my friends, was left on my last post in which I discussed reading for grown-ups. And, fun fact, she left the same exact comment on my other blog. Verbatim. Sorry, Miss Turbay, I'm sure you're a lovely person and a lovely blogger, but really? 

But Miss Turbay does not win the stupid comment award. Her comment while obviously generic, did no harm. This lovely blogger literally took the cake. Nadya Joy Soetanto, on my post about the Yale graduate dying, left a comment that simply said, "nice coat color." #@%&(%^&%&^%. How shallow do you appear? How obvious can you be that you didn't read my post? 

I'm not saying I don't appreciate comments. They're indicators that my ramblings are getting out there. But don't come to my blog, glance at a picture or two, and leave an asinine comment. Read what I hate number one. Yeah, you're rude.

4. Poor grammar. Note the comments I mentioned above. Both have awful grammar. And I know, I don't have perfect posts (I really need to edit them), but there are just some things you should always do. And people obviously don't. I'm an English major, bare with me.

--YOU ARE is YOU'RE, not YOUR.
--The Oxford Comma is important-->
 It's a, b, and c, NOT a b and c or a, b and c

-- Use a space between A and LOT, Alot is not a word
-- This is how you spell RIDICULOUS. There is no E.

Obviously someone could consider me one of the above. We all have bad parts in us, but these are just some pet peeves I've been wanting to share with the world for a while. I'm not saying any of these people are bad people; they're probably lovely in their own way. I'm just saying people are people, and we all kind of suck sometimes.