Lately
I've been feeling rather ill lately. I find this strange because I have not been sick in years. Last time I remember having the type of cold with runny nose and all that good stuff was during Spring Break senior year, and in Italy of all places. I think I still have the medicine I bought over there. Anyways, I dont have a cold or anything right now, just random symptoms of illnesses which seem to have no connection. Over the weekend I just felt dizzy and wanted to throw up all the time (although that might have a been a direct result of the damaged refrigerator in my parent's house, which caused lots of food to go bad). Also, I feel awfully tired, even though I have gotten a good amount of sleep. And to top it all off, I had the worst headache today, which I would like to blame on not wearing my contacts or glasses, therefore being half blind most of the day. I overall feel like a piece of worthless shit right now, and frankly there's nothing I can do about it. But hell, who knows, maybe I have some fatal disease or something and right now I would rather welcome it. As long as it's not some long drawn out death.
Kill me now.
Please?
Actually, not all is fucked up. I had told my mom a while back that I wanted some sort of comfy chair for my room. So I would have somewhere to sit to watch TV other than my desk chair. Last Thursday she calls me from the Salvation Army to describe a chair she found for $10 and ask if I wanted it. For that much? sure why not. So tomorrow my room will have a brand new addition, which will undoubtedly spend most of its time covered under a pile of clothes.
When I went back home this weekend, I realized how dysfunctional my family (myself included) is, and yet how at home I feel alright. I don't have to worry about appearances because my mom and dad seem pretty resigned to all my flaws. I realized what big dorks my brother and I really are, and how I have always been lucky to have him. Although I never talk to him on the phone or anything, he and I have always been extremely close. He was real excited about showing me his new Game Cube. I love how he seemed to have forgotten that I didn't play video games anymore, as if things had never changed and we still played for hours in our Sega Genesis (yeah, you know what I'm talking about, Sega was the shit back in the days). I love how he threats me as if I had never changed, as I had never turned into a girl. I love the way he always chooses to be in the same team with me, instead of playing against me. Haha, we used to be a force to be reckoned with while playing Mario Kart. I hear about some people's horror stories about their brothers, and I can't help to feel that I had a real amazing one. Probably because he wasn't like all other kids, and I guess neither was I. I suppose we bonded in the pain of sharing our parent's bad genetics ;) Thinking about him makes me happy, even if for just a little.
I looked around our living room and realized that every piece of furniture was either given second hand to us by our aunts in Fayeteville or it was bought at either Goodwill or Salvation Army. That and there's a row of seats from my dad's van just sitting there as if part of the living room. I couldn't stop laughing at it, my dad sitting on those reading the paper as if they were part of the living room. It was just a funny sight. He took those out of the car in December to move my futon out of Lewis, so I asked him if he needed help putting them back in. Nope, he seems to like them there. Oh and there's a random bike just sitting there behind the sofa. I capped the weekend with an excursion to the new Golden Corral in Fuquay, which is apparently the place to be on Sundays. This old lady sitting next to us kept giving us the evil eye, along with her little grandaughter? and husband. Yes, we're uneducated Hispanic low-lives here to deal drugs and steal your low paying jobs, oh and while we're at it, we're going to make Spanish the national language and have empanadas be the national fatty food of choice. Now, that last part sounds like a nice life goal.
So that was it for my very exciting weekend, now I just have to survive one more week of classes and then exams.
Kill me now.
Please?
Actually, not all is fucked up. I had told my mom a while back that I wanted some sort of comfy chair for my room. So I would have somewhere to sit to watch TV other than my desk chair. Last Thursday she calls me from the Salvation Army to describe a chair she found for $10 and ask if I wanted it. For that much? sure why not. So tomorrow my room will have a brand new addition, which will undoubtedly spend most of its time covered under a pile of clothes.
When I went back home this weekend, I realized how dysfunctional my family (myself included) is, and yet how at home I feel alright. I don't have to worry about appearances because my mom and dad seem pretty resigned to all my flaws. I realized what big dorks my brother and I really are, and how I have always been lucky to have him. Although I never talk to him on the phone or anything, he and I have always been extremely close. He was real excited about showing me his new Game Cube. I love how he seemed to have forgotten that I didn't play video games anymore, as if things had never changed and we still played for hours in our Sega Genesis (yeah, you know what I'm talking about, Sega was the shit back in the days). I love how he threats me as if I had never changed, as I had never turned into a girl. I love the way he always chooses to be in the same team with me, instead of playing against me. Haha, we used to be a force to be reckoned with while playing Mario Kart. I hear about some people's horror stories about their brothers, and I can't help to feel that I had a real amazing one. Probably because he wasn't like all other kids, and I guess neither was I. I suppose we bonded in the pain of sharing our parent's bad genetics ;) Thinking about him makes me happy, even if for just a little.
I looked around our living room and realized that every piece of furniture was either given second hand to us by our aunts in Fayeteville or it was bought at either Goodwill or Salvation Army. That and there's a row of seats from my dad's van just sitting there as if part of the living room. I couldn't stop laughing at it, my dad sitting on those reading the paper as if they were part of the living room. It was just a funny sight. He took those out of the car in December to move my futon out of Lewis, so I asked him if he needed help putting them back in. Nope, he seems to like them there. Oh and there's a random bike just sitting there behind the sofa. I capped the weekend with an excursion to the new Golden Corral in Fuquay, which is apparently the place to be on Sundays. This old lady sitting next to us kept giving us the evil eye, along with her little grandaughter? and husband. Yes, we're uneducated Hispanic low-lives here to deal drugs and steal your low paying jobs, oh and while we're at it, we're going to make Spanish the national language and have empanadas be the national fatty food of choice. Now, that last part sounds like a nice life goal.
So that was it for my very exciting weekend, now I just have to survive one more week of classes and then exams.