Hiatus
September 1, 2009 § Leave a comment
Blogging to resume when my laptop gets fixed. We thought it was a problem with the OS, but apparently the hardware has problems. I may have to buy a new hard drive; what a pain. That said, I’ve been much more efficient without the distraction of immediate internet access, so this situation isn’t entirely without benefits. It also gives me an excuse to respond late to emails and such, ha ha.
Déja Vu
August 22, 2009 § Leave a comment
The smell of burning invaded my nostrils and I realized that I was repeating an experience that happened over three years ago. From my old blog [my writing was certainly very dramatic back in high school]:
A stupid fly was buzzing endlessly around my room last night.
Generally, flies aren’t extremely difficult to exterminate; however, this particular insect was frustratingly hyperactive, refusing to land on one surface for more than one second at a time. As I stood in the middle of my room waiting for the fly to come near me, I heard it land in my big floor lamp [you know, the tall skinny one that all Asians have].
The buzzing stopped.
I waited to see if the bug would fly out again, but the silence was permanent. Just to be sure, though, I climbed onto my chair and peered into the top of my lamp.
Smoke rose from the bright bulb, dancing elegantly in the air.
I was creeped out for a moment; the fly had burned to death and now its corpse continued to smolder. My lamp was a chamber of death!
I also rejoiced, for my lamp did for me what I could not do myself: get rid of the nasty insect.
Returning my chair to my desk, it hit me.
It hit me hard.
The putrid fumes of the burning fly. Noxious waves of it, rolling over me, an unbearably pungent stench. Oh, it was horrid.
I rubbed pearberry lotion all over my nostrils and opened my window in order to clear my room of the fly’s toxic onslaught, torturing me even after its death.
O cursed creature! Happy am I that you have fallen! Begone from this place, o vile one!
Open Letter, Wounds
August 20, 2009 § 1 Comment
Oh, really, mother? Are you trying to teach me a lesson by withholding the car from me? Are you actually trying to discipline me with your “I don’t trust you anymore”? When was the last time I trusted you enough to tell you anything about myself?
Why don’t you look instead at your son who disrespects you everyday to your face, who doesn’t bother to tell you when he’s not coming home for dinner because he’s too busy with his friends at the skate park, to which you eagerly offer to drive him because he’s clearly the more precious one in your eyes?
I am twenty years old and you still get so frantic when I miss your calls at night that you call my friends to ask where I am?! When are you going to allow me to make my own decisions? How much power do you really have to stop me from doing “bad things”? If I wanted to do them, I could have started a long time ago.
Do you ever get tired of giving me the same lecture on how lazy I am? Know this: the reason I never do anything around the house is because it’s never good enough for you. What’s the point of doing a service if you’re only going to criticize me later? Honestly, how unbelievably picky do you have to be to find fault with the way I vacuum? Are you kidding me?
Let’s Play A Lovegame
August 17, 2009 § 2 Comments
This is what you get, mom & dad, for never having the talk with me. How am I supposed to know your expectations if you never tell me? So I set my own standards. Can a girl be without any vices? Besides, out of the top three — sex, drugs and alcohol — which would you rank as least despicable?
Of course, I am just rationalizing. I do feel guilty about neglecting my friends & family to go off chasing something else. I have to be just plain dumb to have such impaired judgment while sober…
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