Guess Who Didn’t Sleep At All Last Night?
January 4, 2010 § Leave a comment
My headache is not as cute.
My flight to Hong Kong leaves in six hours. I’m 90% finished packing. My procrastination stemmed from bad habits as well as the stress of packing five months worth of possessions & necessities into two medium-sized suitcases. I didn’t have time to redo my nails, but I did manage to spontaneously finish rewriting the lyrics to a Korean song. I’m absolutely excited about flying again, but I very well might be completely lost when I land at Hong Kong International Airport. I’m going to be alone.
I cut Larry’s hair again, but this time it took an hour. Somehow, the task gets harder every time. Why does his hair insist on forming a mushroom no matter what I do? I only got five hours of sleep the night before, so maybe it’d be nice to have some caffeine. I wish airplanes had outlets so I could edit this music video during the 16 hours of travel. The rest of the family wakes up in 15 minutes; it’s pointless to try to sleep. My room is still a mess.
Can’t focus. I’m leaving for five months! Seems so long, yet so short. I won’t miss mother’s nagging or Larry’s whining or father’s absence. I’m not going to cry, but I feel like I should, though at the same time I feel like there’d be no point. I’m going to miss home and the pink monkey I sleep with every night.
Awkward Turtle
December 22, 2009 § 2 Comments
There is very little that I detest more than awkwardness. It’s the reason I won’t watch The Office and refuse to give in to the endeavors of my awkward-loving friends to convert me. Recently, something came up unexpectedly, though there’s no reason for me to be surprised about it.
Although things with my ex are definitely in the past now, the situation is still uncomfortable because we have SO many mutual friends. Not much has changed between his relationships with my closest friends, which I suppose is a good thing [for everybody but me]. This sometimes means that he still acts like a clingy child to my BFF, but I suppose some things never change.
One thing he’s always enjoyed is having people over at his house. Because I returned home from school later than everybody else this past week, they’ve all spent time there already. CZ was there with some other friends just 20 minutes ago when I called her, and an awkward tension immediately mounted when she mentioned it.
I really hate this. It’s not like I’m dying for an invitation to his house, but it’s not like I’d rather die than go there. These people are my friends too! Why is it that we can’t play together? Do they feel like my ex and I have to be mutually exclusive? I know that he’d probably be the last person to call me, but are my own friends really that uncomfortable doing so as well when he is there? Should I talk to him about this? I don’t know how to figure this out. Thank God I’m only home for two weeks…
Unacceptable
December 15, 2009 § 4 Comments
It is NOT OKAY when my brother posts things like this on Facebook.
Especially because he’s only in 8th grade — not even in the gifted program and he has straight B’s. And that kind of language should be kept private! [He could’ve at least tried to punctuate. Dear goodness this boy.]
Never Would’ve Guessed
December 14, 2009 § 1 Comment
I can never look at squirrels the same way again.
A week ago, roomie #4’s boyfriend started his car in one of the large student parking lots. Smoke began rising from his hood, so he got out of his car to inspect it.
“All I knew was that it smelled jank,” he said.
Inside his engine he found a squirrel trapped beneath some pipes.
“It was already half-fried and on its way to death,” he recalled.
“Little animals are always trying to find a warm place to sleep at this time of year,” roomie #4 added.
He ended up digging it out with a large stick and leaving it in the parking lot.
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