고양이 싫어요...
우리 머리 앞아서 고양이 싫어요...Seriously I'm leaking from the nose and my sinuses are painfully inflated. This is why I suck at consoling people. In the end, I'm too socially awkward at this point in my life to attempt to make people feel better about themselves. That awful feeling, accompanying an inability make any real change in a person's viewpoint, is the worst thing in the world. If my allergies to cats don't improve in the next few years, Mikey's crazy old cat lady prediction won't have much of a future. I suppose sugargliders could overpopulate as easily, but I don't think that would have the authenticity lent by the smell of cat pee. With this experience added to a list of other health issues, it should be that I make the most miserable person in the world.
In other news, my little sister has finally made her way to both 14 and freshman orientation this summer. It's shocking to think that so much time has passed since I first went to high school. It feels like I was a freshman on my first day of band camp a month ago. My experience didn't include an instant adoration of the drum major and a forming of a clique, but Joanne is a force of life all by herself. If two more different people have come from the same woman, it was a miracle of life (or adultery).
Right now I am willing my sinuses to deflate, wishing to not hate part of who I am, and thinking about baking blueberry granola bars. It's as if my mind has multiple sectors. I'll never reach a continuity of thoughts no matter the clarity of my mission in life. But I do enjoy microbiology lab.
Life can't always be like the words spilling in clumps and dates onto my page. There is more to this than the complaint that I can't find more than a few pronouns with which to complain about myself. When will I merge with the world, and realize there's a reason teachers attempt to strike pronouns from papers and essays? That day my sinus headache will mean about as much as the honey in my tea, a flavor carried by the real substance.
In other news, my little sister has finally made her way to both 14 and freshman orientation this summer. It's shocking to think that so much time has passed since I first went to high school. It feels like I was a freshman on my first day of band camp a month ago. My experience didn't include an instant adoration of the drum major and a forming of a clique, but Joanne is a force of life all by herself. If two more different people have come from the same woman, it was a miracle of life (or adultery).
Right now I am willing my sinuses to deflate, wishing to not hate part of who I am, and thinking about baking blueberry granola bars. It's as if my mind has multiple sectors. I'll never reach a continuity of thoughts no matter the clarity of my mission in life. But I do enjoy microbiology lab.
Life can't always be like the words spilling in clumps and dates onto my page. There is more to this than the complaint that I can't find more than a few pronouns with which to complain about myself. When will I merge with the world, and realize there's a reason teachers attempt to strike pronouns from papers and essays? That day my sinus headache will mean about as much as the honey in my tea, a flavor carried by the real substance.