Canto a Brazil
Today I realized 2 important qualities someone needs to have if she wants to be considered independent:
1. has to be able to make herself do stuff he does not want to do (i.e. clean out the crusted food from the microwave, study until eyeballs begin to feel as if they're attached to an electric chair)
2. has to be able to recognize when she's being a bitch and change that without mom telling her to
I've currently got none of those mastered. Everyone on the floor is going to hate me because I walk around with an engaging scowl on my face all the time. All. The. Time. I walked outside the other day and flowers wilted as I walked past them. There was a raincloud only above my head, and everything I touched turned into stone. James, the newest permanent installment into our happy abode (I think he's going to take the place of our hangers soon), nearly has his heart torn out of his chest every time he greets me.
Other than complaining, I really don't have much else to talk about in my weekly blowout. I see Mary Kate clutching her skull as she's memorizing her Japanese art stuff, and Julie is diligently examining each and every letter of her essay 2 millimeters away from her eyeballs for the 90th time today. Yeah, it's pretty hard to do anything but complain in an atmosphere like this.
The end of the school year is coming. I have to remind myself of this a lot of the time. I'll tell you what my summer is going to be like:
June 11 - go home
June 14 - go to Davis most likely
June 17 - go back home
June 21 - leave
September 14 - come back to California (hope hope)
September 26 - come back to Chicago
I would like to see many people this break. But it sounds like I'm going to be like a Furby this summer: here today, and gone tomorrow. Not that anyone will want to see me by the time I get home, because I'm pretty sure that my attitude is catching or it's going to reach California within a matter of days.
There is one thing people could do to make me happy. Clean out the filter after they are done using the dryer. I do. I am changing the world one dryer at a time, since evidently memorizing 300+ cathedrals, tympanums, frescoes, illuminated manuscripts, dates, styles, locations, artists, architects, and mediums isn't doing anything to improve anyone's situation.
Lame update. Even lamer ones to come.
1. has to be able to make herself do stuff he does not want to do (i.e. clean out the crusted food from the microwave, study until eyeballs begin to feel as if they're attached to an electric chair)
2. has to be able to recognize when she's being a bitch and change that without mom telling her to
I've currently got none of those mastered. Everyone on the floor is going to hate me because I walk around with an engaging scowl on my face all the time. All. The. Time. I walked outside the other day and flowers wilted as I walked past them. There was a raincloud only above my head, and everything I touched turned into stone. James, the newest permanent installment into our happy abode (I think he's going to take the place of our hangers soon), nearly has his heart torn out of his chest every time he greets me.
Other than complaining, I really don't have much else to talk about in my weekly blowout. I see Mary Kate clutching her skull as she's memorizing her Japanese art stuff, and Julie is diligently examining each and every letter of her essay 2 millimeters away from her eyeballs for the 90th time today. Yeah, it's pretty hard to do anything but complain in an atmosphere like this.
The end of the school year is coming. I have to remind myself of this a lot of the time. I'll tell you what my summer is going to be like:
June 11 - go home
June 14 - go to Davis most likely
June 17 - go back home
June 21 - leave
September 14 - come back to California (hope hope)
September 26 - come back to Chicago
I would like to see many people this break. But it sounds like I'm going to be like a Furby this summer: here today, and gone tomorrow. Not that anyone will want to see me by the time I get home, because I'm pretty sure that my attitude is catching or it's going to reach California within a matter of days.
There is one thing people could do to make me happy. Clean out the filter after they are done using the dryer. I do. I am changing the world one dryer at a time, since evidently memorizing 300+ cathedrals, tympanums, frescoes, illuminated manuscripts, dates, styles, locations, artists, architects, and mediums isn't doing anything to improve anyone's situation.
Lame update. Even lamer ones to come.