Egomaniac or I-phila

I just realized that most of my posts begin with I.
Whether it is in the world like "interesting" or "it" perhaps I just happen to like that letter, or perhaps I am just an egomaniac.
Perhaps I am being too hard on myself. Anyhow, as for posting, I think I usually post things I would not post on facebook on here because somehow I feel that it is more private. So here's the plan, next year I think I will try to do some new things.
Such as:

Martial arts
Writing for the newspaper
Joining a frat
*lol* yep, it cracks me up too that I am attempting to do new things.
But first I should probably ask my adviser if I could go on the International Honors Program the spring of my Junior year. Or maybe it would be better to go during my senior year, though I don't know how that would work out.

Anyhow, my heart is pretty set on being a Nurse educator, ever after hearing that there is a dire need of them. Currently the nursing field suffers more from the lack of nurses who can teach others how to be nurses than from people who want to be nurses. In fact, it seems that the U.S. is in such a need that people from all over the world are being recruited, which seems awfully unfair to the developing nations that needs nurses themselves.

Well, I suppose I need to think of more than just self-reflections sometimes, but isn't that what a blog is suppose to be for? I could try to gather my thoughts on my idea about suffering. Hold on, let me put that into another more coherent note.

It is very hard being Linda sometimes

went to penn symphony orchestra last night, it was great hearing swan lake. I love the part with the harp solo. I really want to play on a harp someday :)

This was from yesterday:
So currently sitting here judging for debate and being kind of miserable. Don't get me wrong, I love debate to death but mostly I love it when I'm coaching and interacting with kids, the judging part kind of sucks, especially since I'm doing this for free. Also, its not as much as I don't like debate tournaments, it's just that I hate being ignored. My depression extends from there. Being an only child, I adore attention and hate it when I am left alone.
I actually do have other things to do, such as that history paper on west philly. What exact am I suppose to say about institutional building? I really don't have that much to say.
So anyhow, I was going to say that yesterday while I was writing my parents, I started crying. I think I'm get way too emotional lately. I was also being pretty egotistical so I wrote 1000 some words about myself when it only required 300-500 words. It is very hard being Linda sometimes.
Recently I also want to dance, play the piano and practice martial arts, things I haven't done in a long long time.
I seriously need to advertise for myself more. I am multi-talented, I know how to do all kinds of dance, folk, modern, Chinese traditional and belly dance. My mother enrolled me in dance since I was six years old. I can draw pretty decently as I taught myself since middle school. I'm also a very compassionate person, or else I would not have signed up to be in all those volunteer clubs. But then again, I can't get along with everyone. I also suffer from the blues. So it is really hard being me. I love how that went from good to bad.