So I've been lacking in my posts for several reasons: 1) I honestly think Sam is the only one who reads this, which is a little sad on my part. 2) If others are reading this, I'm self concious about how I write. 3) Sloth. But now, bereft of things to do and with Chris safely tucked away at his house, I type away to you, reader, and so I will ( Read more... )

The warm air outside feels splendid after being cooped up in this 73-degree room for days. Energy creeps back into these old bones as I type, a necessity due to all the action going on this weekend. Actually the only definite thing I have to look forward to is Sam's violin recital tomorrow. I know it's going to be majestic, I just can't wait to see ( Read more... )

I woozily stumbled through my bathroom this morning at 9:30 to vaguely recall getting up at my usual 6:40 time only to have my mother look at me with horror and send me back to bed, not before giving me that green pill. I'm still a bit dizzy and feeling bleh, and I always really hate missing school like this. But I guess that happens--I skipped too ( Read more... )

Enjoy the Weezer reference? I liked Maladroit. I don't feel so hot as of now. I feel like arms are grabbing me downwards everywhere, pulling me into this permenant fatigue that seems to be a charming part of my days as of late. At the same time my head acts as if it wants to float from my body, it's a slightly amusing/dizzying/terrifying feeling. ( Read more... )

Easter Sunday proved to be quite the sham. Well, that's not completely true, some shining moments flash out in yesterday, and actually those moments pervaded most of my day. You know what, forget what I said before. I gloried in Easter like beachgoers bathe in the sun. I woke up that morning to some rough family nonsense, which basically resulted ( Read more... )

This weekend has been fantastic so far at its halfway mark today. I've gone to the galleria for extensive looky-but-no-touchy shopping, so not a dime was spent on my part. Hurrah. Thursday night I met Sam and Chris for Fu's Garden (subpar) and then walked around the rice village area with Chris for a bit, picking out houses that caught our ( Read more... )

Keeping in league with Sam has brought me to undertake a livejournal. So in efforts to one-up him (affectionately, of course) I will post a picture of my own bed, recently shaped into a fabulous lovepad due to the Swedish.
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