Bah, humbug!!
Ok, this post is just to complain about the tragedy that is life and hope for better things to come in the future. One tragedy of life is that I have a Chemistry test today that I have to take and I do not know what is going on in Chemistry because I have not been going to class. Yes, that is the American tragedy. Or more like, its the tragedy of my lazy life. Another tragedy is that I am bitching people out because I am tired and thus, uninhibited and generally ticked off. Most of the people I yelled at deserve to be yelled out, some more and some less. LJ is no place to document personal drama, but ask me about it if you are interested. Yet another tragedy is that my room was clean two days ago (I took 30 min to clean it) and now it looks as if a huricane came through and blew everything crazy. Yes, crazy. Almost as crazy as Carrot Top, but not quite as creepy. Another tragedy is that I am cold and procrastinating. The last one on the list for today is that I want to eat the apple in front of me but the walk to the bathroom to wash the apple is too long and the benefits do not outweight the energy I need to expend to walk to the bathroom.
In other news, this weekend is Chinese New Years. Yay!!! What am I going to do this weekend? Why, be Chinese of course!! How exciting, I know! Actually, I didnt know it was Chinese New Years until Thursday at the RSS meeting when everyone was like "I'm going home for New Years" and I was all confused and like "Wait, what is going on and why does Life not fill me in on the events it holds." But the real sad thing about it is that Chinese New Years is marked on my calender (which is really snazzy and by snazzy I mean pretty and cultured because it's of paintings of Monet and looking at Monets makes me feel smart...), along with the Islamic Commenmoration of Sacrifice day that was on January 10. How sad is it that I know the date of the Islamic Commenmoration of Sacrifice but not Chinese New Years?!? My only hope is that my people do not expel me from my race because being Chinese is just so cool.
In even more important news, for me of course, I've been thinking a lot lately about the person I'm going to marry and I've come to the conclusion that I'll never be married or I'll be married and miserable! Yes, what a sad future that is in store for me! Actually, maybe I'm just being weird.
Speaking of weird (you liked that transition, no?), you're mom is weird.
Um, by "you're mom is weird," I actually meant that on the RSS retreat this weekend, we almost died. Ok, fine, we didn't almost die in the sense that my life flashed before my eyes and I saw the pearly gates of heaven before I was forcefully pulled back to the suckiness that is human existence. What actually happened is this: The house that we rented for the retreat is near Joshua Tree National Park, which is really a desert with Dr. Seuss looking trees and rocks. The house was in the middle of Nowhere and to get to Nowhere, you had to drive down two dirt roads, both of which were one lane wide so that if a car was coming toward you, one of you had to pull over and wait for the other car to pass. Moreover, Nowhere has no street lamps (but it had pretty stars!). So after getting to the house, the 6 of us who got there early were hungry and, since hungry people like food, we wanted to drive back into town to get some fast food to fill our empty bellies. On the drive back to town, we approach a crapped out car blocking the dirt road. We can't pass him because the road is not wide enough. We can't see very clearly into his car because the only light that was available was the light from the headlights and the light of the moon. A guy gets out of the car, keeping his car door open, and walks toward us. He is old and scary looking. I am scared and thinking "I don't want to die. I didn't even say goodbye to my family!" Jason, the driver, rolls down his window. I am thinking "What if he shoots us and rapes the women?!?!" The old scary guy says that his car broke down and asks if he can hitch a ride to town. I am thinking "This is how horror movies start." We tell him the car is too full, he borrows Rachel's phone to call someone (probably to call his back up crew and tell them that there are people in the house and that they should attack and pillage once we fall asleep), and walks back to the car. Then he gets into his car and drives away. I am thinking "That was weird." He said that his car was broken, but it obviously worked...he kept his car door open, but was it accidental or to block the road so we couldn't drive past him. These are the questions that haunt my dreams (lie). But seriously, I was so scared. I'm not a very good story teller. It was a lot freakier.
So anyway, I have to read 2 chapters and do 2 chapters worth of chemistry homework in the next 6 hours or else I will have failed life and be kicked out of school. Stressful, isn't it?
In other news, this weekend is Chinese New Years. Yay!!! What am I going to do this weekend? Why, be Chinese of course!! How exciting, I know! Actually, I didnt know it was Chinese New Years until Thursday at the RSS meeting when everyone was like "I'm going home for New Years" and I was all confused and like "Wait, what is going on and why does Life not fill me in on the events it holds." But the real sad thing about it is that Chinese New Years is marked on my calender (which is really snazzy and by snazzy I mean pretty and cultured because it's of paintings of Monet and looking at Monets makes me feel smart...), along with the Islamic Commenmoration of Sacrifice day that was on January 10. How sad is it that I know the date of the Islamic Commenmoration of Sacrifice but not Chinese New Years?!? My only hope is that my people do not expel me from my race because being Chinese is just so cool.
In even more important news, for me of course, I've been thinking a lot lately about the person I'm going to marry and I've come to the conclusion that I'll never be married or I'll be married and miserable! Yes, what a sad future that is in store for me! Actually, maybe I'm just being weird.
Speaking of weird (you liked that transition, no?), you're mom is weird.
Um, by "you're mom is weird," I actually meant that on the RSS retreat this weekend, we almost died. Ok, fine, we didn't almost die in the sense that my life flashed before my eyes and I saw the pearly gates of heaven before I was forcefully pulled back to the suckiness that is human existence. What actually happened is this: The house that we rented for the retreat is near Joshua Tree National Park, which is really a desert with Dr. Seuss looking trees and rocks. The house was in the middle of Nowhere and to get to Nowhere, you had to drive down two dirt roads, both of which were one lane wide so that if a car was coming toward you, one of you had to pull over and wait for the other car to pass. Moreover, Nowhere has no street lamps (but it had pretty stars!). So after getting to the house, the 6 of us who got there early were hungry and, since hungry people like food, we wanted to drive back into town to get some fast food to fill our empty bellies. On the drive back to town, we approach a crapped out car blocking the dirt road. We can't pass him because the road is not wide enough. We can't see very clearly into his car because the only light that was available was the light from the headlights and the light of the moon. A guy gets out of the car, keeping his car door open, and walks toward us. He is old and scary looking. I am scared and thinking "I don't want to die. I didn't even say goodbye to my family!" Jason, the driver, rolls down his window. I am thinking "What if he shoots us and rapes the women?!?!" The old scary guy says that his car broke down and asks if he can hitch a ride to town. I am thinking "This is how horror movies start." We tell him the car is too full, he borrows Rachel's phone to call someone (probably to call his back up crew and tell them that there are people in the house and that they should attack and pillage once we fall asleep), and walks back to the car. Then he gets into his car and drives away. I am thinking "That was weird." He said that his car was broken, but it obviously worked...he kept his car door open, but was it accidental or to block the road so we couldn't drive past him. These are the questions that haunt my dreams (lie). But seriously, I was so scared. I'm not a very good story teller. It was a lot freakier.
So anyway, I have to read 2 chapters and do 2 chapters worth of chemistry homework in the next 6 hours or else I will have failed life and be kicked out of school. Stressful, isn't it?