Days of My Life

Actually, I am not yet in bed, but I will soon be, after I blog while eating a Nature Valley granola bar and taking vitamins, blow dry my just-washed hair, brush my teeth, take off my contact lenses, and all that good stuff. So, maybe "soon" denotes about an hour from now. Everybody at home is still sick. Needless to say, I don't like it. One person got sick, spread it to another, and spread it to another, then spread it to me. I think I got well. Then I return to find out that the nobody is well yet because the germs just keep circulating! I feel so bad avoiding even my mother because she has been coughing so incessantly, but I can't help it... I just HAVE to turn away from sick germs, whether or not I myself am sick. How do I do this in my own home? Basically, I try to stay out as long as possible. Otherwise, I stay in my room until I really have to go downstairs to get something (most likely water) or to eat (just meals). Sad? Paranoid? I know. In any case, I have ...

The past two or three days for me has been a miserably endless cycle of sneezing to the point of tearing up, blowing my nose until it's dry and red, drinking so much water that I go to the bathroom every hour, taking random pills (Benadryl, Sudafed, Tylenol) in hopes that one will fix me, and sleeping in until lunchtime or until my morning lecture has well begun. In short, I got sick. Despite all my (paranoid) precautions--wiping my desk and keyboard with Lysol disinfectant wipes, not inhaling for the few seconds after somebody nearby coughs, drinking lots of water, taking vitamins--my immune system has, to my physical and mental demise, buckled down to the wraths of the common cold. How did this happen? I went home last weekend. That's all I will say. I took two Benadryl pills about half an hour ago and I think I got high from it or something, because a short while later, I started laughing at the fact that I had exceeded the maximum number of toppings for the pizza I was goin...

Tonight, I went to ROCK, where I was frequently asked, "How's school?" Every time, I replied with a variant of "It's okay," because it really is just that. Not great, not terrible, but just plain okay. I've actually had to study and do homework immensely more now than last quarter, which was what I was hoping for when I signed up for these classes. But when I started reading Chaucer last night, I was completely baffled. It was like reading another language. It took me twenty minutes to read fifteen lines because I had to look up the definitions of about two or three words in each line. It was so frustrating that I just resorted to Sparknotes (which I now recall is so high school) so I could go to bed already. In any case, I hope that gets better and that despite the many things that I left at school for the weekend but need here at home (e.g. the Oxford English Dictionary), I can still read and gain understanding of this present nonsense. I think I have ...

The past several days have been absolutely splendid. I love December for its winter break, winter break for its free time, free time for...well, my friends. :) On the 23rd, I hosted a gathering at home, and in the beginning, I was worried that people would be bored or disinterested, but after the first round of congregated eating, the guys played cards and video games, while the girls talked and played other games. Although there was a gender separation, nobody seemed to mind, so I didn't either. Long story short, it was a wonderful day, from the food and games to the chats and laughs. Yay for birthday/ holiday gatherings! On the 24th, N and I went to Ten Ren for the first time and had good food! Afterward, I went over to my cousins' home because J was having hot pot with his friends (and family, of course). I had two laughing fits in a row and ended up crying hysterically, completely undecided between laughing normally and crying normally. And although my eyes became dry and m...

I understand that it is December, but this continual rainfall is ridiculously uncharacteristic of Southern California weather! And it makes going out a lot less exciting and convenient. In any case, it's been a while since the last blog post, so here I am again, with my laptop on my lap and my feet up on my laser printer box. On Friday, I went to the Glendale Galleria with J and P, and it was actually immensely enjoyable! I learned that I like shopping with girl friends a lot more than with anybody else. We were there for about three hours, compared to the usual hour (at most) I am usually there for. Whimsically, I purchased quite a few articles of clothing for myself, and I felt so bad, but still so pleased. Guilty pleasure is pleasure nonetheless, I suppose. The pile of merchandise has been neatly folded, and it is currently on the floor in my bedroom... I probably should do laundry one of these days. I don't even know what else to say anymore. Yesterday, I started playing Ca...

That's how I like my meat. But that's now how I like my blog posts! I always have the intention to update my life in writing, but I rarely actually do it. However, here I am now, bearing both the intention and the will to write for you and for myself. Today, I hung out with old people... My mother woke me up at an unpleasant 9 in the morning to go yum cha, and for once, I actually did get up and go with her and my dad! Actually, I drove my dad and myself to Monterey Palace Restaurant on Garvey and waited for a table, only to have to wait another half hour or so for my mother to arrive with her San Francisco friends she picked up from Pasadena, where they are staying until tomorrow. The dining experience was terrible today! We gave the waiter the paper of our order, and a long while later, we asked about it. The manager came and gave us a blank order paper because they had lost our original one from a long, long time ago. So he signed a 10% discount for us, to which I retorted,...

Today was another one of those days I stupidly stayed home and waited while doing nothing because I expected. I should just eliminate all expectations from now on to prevent the uncomfortable feeling of my throat choking up, my eyes watering and my heart beating of anger and disappointment. But for some reason, I am never able to stop expecting. I wish I could reciprocate the disappointment, but I hate so much to disappoint others and myself, although I seem to make the latter happen all the time. Oh, well. Because that's what it is to the disappoint-er when I am the disappoint-ee.