Peeved
June 21, 2009 § Leave a comment
I would like to take a moment to address something that has happened to me a couple of times. The first time, I was confused. The next few times I became increasingly irritated by the irrationality of it all. I suppose that I should preface this with the fact that I had not had a conversation [online or otherwise] with this person for at least 24 hours. Yet:
“o hai”? Really?? As much as I appreciate the birthday wishes, I must assert that saying “oh hi” is only valid when somebody greets you first, and unexpectedly. Starting a conversation is very deliberate, especially over instant messaging, especially when I am not even online! Did this person just happen to stumble accross my username and click on it accidentally, thus meriting an “o hai”?? I DON’T UNDERSTAND, THIS KIND OF SOCIAL BEHAVIOR IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE TO ME.
Why Did I Fall In Love With You?
June 19, 2009 § 2 Comments
One reason I like listening to foreign music is because I can freely imagine what the lyrics say based on how the song sounds, but sometimes the actual lyrics speak my thoughts just as well.
Purple-Stained Fingers
June 18, 2009 § 1 Comment
Last Friday when I came downstairs, my father was eating lunch. On the table before him was a lone blackberry sitting in a plate.
“Where did that come from?!” I demanded. I had not been aware that we had any blackberries in the house, and I definitely would have known, because they are one of my absolute favorite fruits.
“Guess,” my dad said, smiling.
“…From…the fridge?” I felt pretty stupid. Where else could it have been from? What was he getting at?
“No, it’s from our house,” he responded.
My eyes widened. “We have a blackberry tree in our backyard?!?” The very thought of it imparted great joy as well as disbelief. I had never noticed a blackberry tree in our yard before…
Lost Cause
June 17, 2009 § Leave a comment
This is how I know that my life is sad.
Last night, my mom called me into her room to tell me something. “I just got off the phone with my old college friend,” she began. “She lives in Montreal; we visited her family once a long time ago, remember?” How could I forget? Even though it was more than a decade ago, I still remember the long car ride with my new Walkman [listening to Shania Twain], and living with the family above their little shop, from which I was free to take whatever candy I wanted.
“Now they own a motel and a restaurant,” my mother continued. “I asked her if she needed anybody to work for her during the summer.”
“You’re going to send me all the way to Canada?!” I yelped.
“It would be a good opportunity for you to practice your French,” she responded blithely, as if she had simply suggested that I go check the mail. I’m sure what she actually meant was, “I can’t stand to see you doing nothing but lounging around the house all day because you don’t have a job! I’m sick of seeing your useless face!”
I stood motionless in her doorway as my brain cast about haplessly for the most tactful way to refuse.
“Do you think your French is good enough for you to waitress? They just happen to have an opening because one of their employees is having surgery,” my mother said. I thought for a minute about my lack of participation in every French class I’ve ever taken, my self-consciousness about my bad accent, and the difficulty I have understanding the language when spoken at a normal, conversational speed.
“No…” I replied. “Don’t you think it would be easier for them to, you know, hire an actual Canadian?” In my mind I wondered about the exchange rate between Canadian and American currency.
“Well of course it would be!” she laughed. “With the economy the way it is, everybody is looking for a job.” She then proceeded to tell me about how we were planning to drive to Canada en route to Boston for a mini-vacation this summer, but with my father’s work schedule we’d probably have to push it back to mid-July, and ended with a resigned, “But you probably won’t be able to work for them.”
“Thanks anyway, mom,” I answered as I walked back to my room.
I turn 20 today. What have I accomplished in these two decades of life? Absolutely nothing.
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