Always go to other people's funerals, or they won't go to yours.
That last post didn't happen. (In fact, it's not even there anymore. Praise Allah. Or whatever)
My week has been topsy-turvy at best, and most likely the most exhausting one. I'm totally bushed having only slept a total of 6 hours and 42 minutes since Monday. As most of you know, I have a total of seven final projects, three of which I have more or less finished and handed in but still four more to go, dragging on into next week (which, regardless, is still going to be considerably lighter in load).
I went shopping with oldstarnewshine Friday afternoon right after school let out and we went for an adventure (read: got lost, haha), visited her house (Observe: the "Wall of Awesome"), met her brother ("RUSSEL. Pick up the damn phone or I'm going to freaking kill you."), and made fun of the planet ("So right after these guys get the Jeep, they decide to go ice fishing but not just ordinary ice fishing - ice fishing with dynamite"). It was awesome and we both went bat guano nuts with the credit cards flashing and the bills flying and bought an arm load of clothes (we seriously love the sale racks). It was great finally being able to hang out with her because for say, several months things have just been rearing their ugly heads and forcing me to blow her off more than just several times and I was aware that if this one day did not get off the ground and take flight she'd gut me in my sleep (with the utmost love and care of course).
Saturday and today were spent idly doing my homework (read: Final projects and studying for one final exam) and was well aware that my father has been telling other people that I am quite possibly "the only person in all of Livingston still working" which I take with much cheek of course.
The weather these days has been beyond intolerable. It's the kind of heat that wraps around your body like a molasses and just a few seconds spent soaked in it leaves you oozing and feeling absolutely disgusting, like you've just been rolled about in a bucket of flaming tar. It's quite similar to Taiwan's natural temperature so I myself am not terribly taken aback by it, be a native, though I do find it a bit irritating. I find myself thinking: what in the world compelled my ancestors to live the way they did and how come they can trudge along for centuries in such ridiculous weather and I score a mountain only to collapse into a Land Rover with much needed A/C and vomit out my heat stroke. Apparently some of that tolerance managed to skip a generation or so. That or get terribly diluted. I am not quite sure what my family's roots did as a living back in the olden days where grass roofs were a blessing and flooding rivers were the least of your worries. I enjoy romanticizing the idea of what they were like since I get mixed stories from every person I seem to ask in my current family tree. They were either horsemen from the North or they were just village folk, maybe in the fishery or sailing business. I highly doubt the last one because no trace of any sort of talent or semblance in that sense has trickled down our history thus far. The horse and mountain scaling and Mother Nature bonding-ness certainly have though, I must say (explains why we have wider set and curvier bones as well as thicker skin). So I like to go with that one. The only thing I know for sure is that all the men in our family were warriors and then, soldiers and have fought (though that's sort of commonplace for most families in their generation anyway) and one great great great (x infinity) uncle was a general who did a lot of executions for the emperor way back when China still had the imperial rule. Hotness.
That was an interesting tangent. So next week I have three days of actual schooling and I'll be swept off to finals however, because of me being a senior, I am void of all exams except one (next, next Monday) and thus will have Thursday and Friday off. On one of those days I need to go do some stand-in for an employee at one of the Armani clothing stores in town which should prove interesting but the other I will spend happily with MY DARLING ARTORIUUUSSSSS diamondsparks and her awesome family! You can expect a monster post on that soon.
...I was going to say something else but I honest to god just forgot. At least I didn't ramble on about King Arthur (I see you shuddering already) for five billion paragraphs and bore you all to death, hey. (crystal_sun396, I now know what it is like to be in a fandom that no one else in your immediate vicinity shares and/or seems to really, really care about *le sigh*).
My week has been topsy-turvy at best, and most likely the most exhausting one. I'm totally bushed having only slept a total of 6 hours and 42 minutes since Monday. As most of you know, I have a total of seven final projects, three of which I have more or less finished and handed in but still four more to go, dragging on into next week (which, regardless, is still going to be considerably lighter in load).
I went shopping with oldstarnewshine Friday afternoon right after school let out and we went for an adventure (read: got lost, haha), visited her house (Observe: the "Wall of Awesome"), met her brother ("RUSSEL. Pick up the damn phone or I'm going to freaking kill you."), and made fun of the planet ("So right after these guys get the Jeep, they decide to go ice fishing but not just ordinary ice fishing - ice fishing with dynamite"). It was awesome and we both went bat guano nuts with the credit cards flashing and the bills flying and bought an arm load of clothes (we seriously love the sale racks). It was great finally being able to hang out with her because for say, several months things have just been rearing their ugly heads and forcing me to blow her off more than just several times and I was aware that if this one day did not get off the ground and take flight she'd gut me in my sleep (with the utmost love and care of course).
Saturday and today were spent idly doing my homework (read: Final projects and studying for one final exam) and was well aware that my father has been telling other people that I am quite possibly "the only person in all of Livingston still working" which I take with much cheek of course.
The weather these days has been beyond intolerable. It's the kind of heat that wraps around your body like a molasses and just a few seconds spent soaked in it leaves you oozing and feeling absolutely disgusting, like you've just been rolled about in a bucket of flaming tar. It's quite similar to Taiwan's natural temperature so I myself am not terribly taken aback by it, be a native, though I do find it a bit irritating. I find myself thinking: what in the world compelled my ancestors to live the way they did and how come they can trudge along for centuries in such ridiculous weather and I score a mountain only to collapse into a Land Rover with much needed A/C and vomit out my heat stroke. Apparently some of that tolerance managed to skip a generation or so. That or get terribly diluted. I am not quite sure what my family's roots did as a living back in the olden days where grass roofs were a blessing and flooding rivers were the least of your worries. I enjoy romanticizing the idea of what they were like since I get mixed stories from every person I seem to ask in my current family tree. They were either horsemen from the North or they were just village folk, maybe in the fishery or sailing business. I highly doubt the last one because no trace of any sort of talent or semblance in that sense has trickled down our history thus far. The horse and mountain scaling and Mother Nature bonding-ness certainly have though, I must say (explains why we have wider set and curvier bones as well as thicker skin). So I like to go with that one. The only thing I know for sure is that all the men in our family were warriors and then, soldiers and have fought (though that's sort of commonplace for most families in their generation anyway) and one great great great (x infinity) uncle was a general who did a lot of executions for the emperor way back when China still had the imperial rule. Hotness.
That was an interesting tangent. So next week I have three days of actual schooling and I'll be swept off to finals however, because of me being a senior, I am void of all exams except one (next, next Monday) and thus will have Thursday and Friday off. On one of those days I need to go do some stand-in for an employee at one of the Armani clothing stores in town which should prove interesting but the other I will spend happily with MY DARLING ARTORIUUUSSSSS diamondsparks and her awesome family! You can expect a monster post on that soon.
...I was going to say something else but I honest to god just forgot. At least I didn't ramble on about King Arthur (I see you shuddering already) for five billion paragraphs and bore you all to death, hey. (crystal_sun396, I now know what it is like to be in a fandom that no one else in your immediate vicinity shares and/or seems to really, really care about *le sigh*).