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"Our lives improve only when we take chances - and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves." - Walter Anderson"If your success is not on your own terms, if it looks good to the world but does not feel good in your heart, it is not success at all." - Anna Quindlen"I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody." - Bill Cosby
A lot has happened since last night. I finally reached my breaking point. As I lay crying and shaking uncontrollably with my dad listening patiently on the other end of the phone, I actually asked him, "How do I make it through the next few hours?" You know you have reached rock bottom when the idea of surviving until the next morning seems impossible.
For the first time in what seems like my entire life, I was being truly honest with myself. It was both exhilarating and the scariest thing I've ever done. I was finally owning up to the fact that I do not have any desire whatsoever to be in medical school or to even be a physician. I always knew, deep down, that I felt this way, but I had pushed myself unrelentingly down this career path anyway. I had pushed myself into the ground until I was so miserable, I could barely function. I've lost weight, developed heartburn, and I can sleep well over twelve hours a night and still not feel rested the next day. I've transformed into a walking zombie, living with no hope and loathing every minute of every day spent in class or studying.
I really tried to find something in my classes that I found even remotely interesting or exciting, and I couldn't come up with a single thing. I even hated anatomy and my "Introduction to Patient Care" class where I learned how to take histories and physicals and gained experience working with patients. Even I could not ignore what a huge red flag this was.
One could try to argue that no one likes medical school, even those medical students that are the most promising. My response to this statement would be, even if that was true (which it's not), those students can see a light at the end of the tunnel. They are able to make sacrifices while in school because they know they are working towards becoming a physician, a goal they are passionate about. I never had that. I never truly wanted to be a physician and the idea of heading towards that destination filled me with a deep sense of dread and made me feel both trapped and hopeless. I was able to admit to myself last night that there honestly isn't a single medical specialty that I am the least bit interested in, let alone could see myself doing for the rest of my life.
As I studied for my cellular biology exam last night, the thought occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to find another subject in the entire world to read about that would be less interesting to me if I tried. That is literally how much I hate this material. (I felt the same way when I studied for biochemistry and, to a slightly lesser degree, anatomy and histology.)
I've known all along that I hate the sciences. My brain certainly does not naturally function in a "scientific manner." I absolutely hate rote memorization (which is 95% of medical school) and would much rather analyze, write and read language. Simply put, my brain has and always will be wired for the arts and the humanities. Again, I've secretly known this all along, but I buried my feelings and forced myself to do things that really weren't in my skill set. How I made it this far is truly astonishing, considering just how much I hate the sciences. It is also extremely sad that I've pushed myself for this long and spent the last six or seven years pursuing something I never really wanted in the first place.
Why, you may ask, then, did I do it? There were two major reasons. One, I'm a people-pleaser and always thought becoming a physician would please my family most. (What I wanted was obviously never that important to me.) Two, I am afraid of taking risks and of failure, so the idea of following the more or less "guaranteed path to success" of becoming a physician seemed like a safe career choice. Along with the second reason, if I'm being totally honest, the prestige of being a physician was also very attractive to me.
Clearly, these are not good enough reasons to become a physician. Had I continued lying to myself and forcing myself down this path, I honestly don't know what would have become of me. Last night, I was literally at my wit's end. I wanted to throw things. I was so depressed and so overwhelmed that I thought my heart might stop. Within the span of about thirty minutes, my head was throbbing, I could feel a sore throat developing, I was itching the skin on my hand until it was raw, and I was dry heaving. At that point I realized enough is enough. I couldn't do this to myself anymore. It shouldn't be this bad, and though I did not have a backup plan in mind (which, by the way, terrifies me), there must be something in this world I can do that I don't absolutely despise.
Since making the decision to withdraw from medical school, I have felt, more than anything, a tremendous amount of peace and relief. I've felt hope, which I can't remember having felt for a very long time. The world seems like a better place than it did before, and I no longer feel trapped in my own life. Though I don't know yet what career path I would like to pursue, I am excited at the possibility of finding a goal that I can be passionate about. I have to be prepared to experience a lot of ups and downs, however, in the next few months due to making this decision.
When all is said and done though, I don't believe I really even made a decision. It had all reached a point where I simply had no other choice.
I saw Breaking Dawn: Part 1 last night and to cut straight to the chase, I thought it was a truly horrible movie. There were only two things I liked about it: one, when Bella put on a black slip to entice Edward to sleep with her and Edward buried his face into a pillow in frustration, and two, the decorations at the couple's wedding.
I happened to run across photos from the LA movie's premiere after party today and since it was Edward and Bella wedding-themed (and therefore a reminder of one of the only tolerable aspects of this movie), I thought I'd share.
I think it's time to make two major, but extremely necessary changes in my life. One, I need to stop allowing others (mainly men) to walk all over me. I deserve respect, and if someone is disrespecting me, that person does not deserve my time or my energy. I can still behave pleasantly towards them, but I don't need to try so hard to make them happy that it ends up hurting me emotionally in the process.
Specifically, when it comes to men that I am considering as potential significant others, I will make the conscious choice to move on from anyone that is not, above all, a deeply goodhearted and sincere person. A man that lacks these two essential qualities, no matter how intelligent, good-looking or successful, is simply not worth it. I must acknowledge the fact that it is not in my best interests to be in a serious relationship with someone that is not, at the very least, goodhearted and sincere. (I, of course, know this intellectually, but I have a history of ignoring it in practice.)
Two, I need to take better care of my health. I've said it many, many times before, but I need to stop drinking Diet Coke and drink more water, eat less fast food and cook more, and exercise regularly.
Basically, I need to think of and take care of myself more. One way to do this is to repeatedly ask myself, "Is this in my best interests? If not, what is?"
I finally broke down and purchased the Aurora journal, pen and mug from the Disney Designer Princess collection:
They cost a pretty penny on eBay, but I'd been really wanting them for a long time and was unable to purchase them in stores.
Speaking of the Disney Designer Princess Collection, I'm so happy I was able to order my own Ariel doll when she was available on the Disney Store website. She's going for over $400 right now on eBay!
I also purchased four tiny, white ceramic bunny rabbits from eBay. Here's a picture of two of them that I found on Tumblr a while ago:
In other news, Jen brought my attention to the new "Snow White and the Huntsman" trailer, and I'm so happy she did. This movie is now at the very top of my must-see list!
Although on Thomas Kinkade's official blog, it is stated the above image is not the "finalized image," I'd venture to assume it's pretty close. I learned not too long ago Sleeping Beauty was rumored to be the next release in Kinkade's "Disney Dreams Collection" on the Disney Princess LiveJournal Community and was, of course, very excited. Thomas Kinkade is one of my favorite painters, and Sleeping Beauty, as most of you already know, is one of my favorite Disney movies.
What do you think of Kinkade's interpretation of Sleeping Beauty? :)
The Disney Princess Designer Collection has turned out to be a huge hit - so much so, in fact, that Disney has been coerced into releasing all five remaining dolls from the line on the same day (in stores on October 17th and online on October 18th). As far as I know, it has not been revealed at what time they will be released online.
I was lucky enough to obtain my own Ariel, but I'm really hoping to purchase an Aurora for my collection as well. Something tells me these beautiful dolls may sell out within the first hour or so of being offered online...
I'm sure I'll regret posting this, but right now I just really need to vent. To cut straight to the chase, I am so incredibly sick of men liking me only because of the way that I look. It seems to happen to me way more often than it should, considering the fact that I'm really not that pretty...
I've been feeling so rejected lately because of this that my heart is starting to feel like it's been put through a meat grinder...
This most recent time, I developed feelings for a second-year medical student who, lo and behold, thought I was attractive and worth pursuing for this reason for a short amount of time, but didn't find it worthwhile to actually take the time to get to know me. I finally had to end things with him yesterday because once the draw of my looks wore off, he began treating me with very little respect.
This seems to happen so often that I begin to wonder if my personality just sucks and that's why men seem to lose interest so quickly. Of course, when I'm able to think clearly, I know very well that my personality doesn't suck. I shouldn't have to defend myself (to er, myself), but I know that I'm very sensitive and caring, and every once in a while, even a little bit funny. So, why is it so difficult for me to find someone that will appreciate me for more than the way that I look? Do I just attract men that aren't interested in getting to know the women they pursue, period?
I know this isn't a positive way of thinking, but I can't help but believe that if I just had a good enough personality then the guy would have no choice but to want to continue seeing me. When I think along these lines, of course, I just end up feeling like there's something wrong with me...
It just hurts so bad. I really liked this guy. I wanted him to like me too, but I feel like he didn't even give me a chance...
I've been inspired by the thick, sexy layered haircut actress Kathleen Turner sported in the early 1980's. At the length my hair is now, it appears very thin and unhealthy. (It can look passably good, but only after I've spent loads of time teasing and curling it - not something I want to be doing every day.)
It's time for a change, and I have a feeling something a bit shorter will be easier to maintain and will end up looking better too.
It's definitely taking some time for me to ease into this med school thing. I've been out of school since the winter of 2008 and getting back into the swing of going to classes and studying during practically all other hours of the day has not been easy. I get distracted constantly, and I even find myself complaining about the necessity of certain classes ("Human Behavior," I'm looking at you). I begin to wonder if I'll ever get to the point where I get everything done right when I'm supposed to and still manage to sleep eight hours a night, eat healthy meals and exercise consistently. I swear, med school is like a juggling act - if you turn your attention away for one second, one ball falls and the rest fall with it. You can't let a single day go by without studying as much as you possibly can.
I'll be honest - while I think YouTube beauty guru Blair Fowler is super pretty and has a lot of wonderful beauty-related tricks up her sleeve, I simply cannot stand watching her videos. The way she talks at absolute warp speed is like hearing nails on a chalkboard to me. Ramble, ramble, ramble, um, um, um... So annoying! (I personally much prefer Michelle Phan's soft, rehearsed voice.) That being said, I couldn't help but fall in love with her and her sister Elle's new iPhone case line produced by Cellairis. Here are my three favorite designs:
Every since I purchased the 17" singing Ariel doll from DisneyStore.com (hush, she's beautiful), I've been getting an inordinate amount of e-mails from "the mouse," telling me about the latest products to go on sale. I've been meaning to unsubscribe, but today, I must say I'm glad that I haven't yet because otherwise, I would not have known about these two amazing (and so very me) products:
1) He was an adrenaline junkie and completely reckless. He even did hard drugs for a long time (and still smoked marijuana and did acid on occasion).2) He told me early on that he was holding himself back with me because he knew that I was leaving.3) He didn't call me after he first met me. (I actually ended up texting him first to see if he was still interested because over a week had passed. That was my first mistake.)4) I knew that his last relationship had ended because of his work schedule.
My bedroom is currently black, white and silver, but sometimes, I find myself wishing I could fall asleep in a beautiful golden boudoir...