Speaking of...
Calling a man "sir" is a mark of respect. Calling a woman "ma'am" carries so much potential for insult that I avoid it whenever possible. This is not okay.
Restaurant etiquette: "Iced tea" is not a proper response to, "How are you?"
When did, "how are you?" become a mere extension of the word "hello"? No, I don't feel compelled to tell strangers how I actually am in any amount of detail. But why use this phrase if you have no intention of waiting for any response, no matter how short? It doesn't make any sense.
Japanese commercials are weird.
K-Lee hearts SITI 4-eva. The trip to Saratoga was fantastic. I will bust my ass to try and get into that workshop someday.
There are precious few moments in life when you can look around and honestly say there's no where else in the world you'd rather be. But in these rare instances, any doubt about the path you've chosen in life is washed away.
The little diva sister starts college next week. Woah.
This upcoming semester might actually kill me...but in a good way, if that's possible. I'm actually looking forward to my imminent death-by-stress.
We had a housewarming party yesterday to close out the summer. It was apparently the event of the season. Who knew? The evening reached it's climax when a sudden-ish thunderstorm sent everyone to take cover under the (large, metal) fire escape, with the exception of the two girls who decided to strip and run around in the rain. I should be ashamed of myself and move into a frat house, according to one of my lovely upstairs neighbors who I had the pleasure of meeting in the midst of all this. After this excitement, we naturally spent the rest of the evening inside, peeling Elmer's glue from our skin in true 3rd grade style. I do like these people a whole lot sometimes.
I think my directly upstairs neighbors are in the habit of having sex while simultaneiously completely rearranging their furniture. It's good times.
Sleep now if I'm not kept awake again.
Restaurant etiquette: "Iced tea" is not a proper response to, "How are you?"
When did, "how are you?" become a mere extension of the word "hello"? No, I don't feel compelled to tell strangers how I actually am in any amount of detail. But why use this phrase if you have no intention of waiting for any response, no matter how short? It doesn't make any sense.
Japanese commercials are weird.
K-Lee hearts SITI 4-eva. The trip to Saratoga was fantastic. I will bust my ass to try and get into that workshop someday.
There are precious few moments in life when you can look around and honestly say there's no where else in the world you'd rather be. But in these rare instances, any doubt about the path you've chosen in life is washed away.
The little diva sister starts college next week. Woah.
This upcoming semester might actually kill me...but in a good way, if that's possible. I'm actually looking forward to my imminent death-by-stress.
We had a housewarming party yesterday to close out the summer. It was apparently the event of the season. Who knew? The evening reached it's climax when a sudden-ish thunderstorm sent everyone to take cover under the (large, metal) fire escape, with the exception of the two girls who decided to strip and run around in the rain. I should be ashamed of myself and move into a frat house, according to one of my lovely upstairs neighbors who I had the pleasure of meeting in the midst of all this. After this excitement, we naturally spent the rest of the evening inside, peeling Elmer's glue from our skin in true 3rd grade style. I do like these people a whole lot sometimes.
I think my directly upstairs neighbors are in the habit of having sex while simultaneiously completely rearranging their furniture. It's good times.
Sleep now if I'm not kept awake again.