Nothing makes a man so modest about his income as a tax form to fill out.
On Wednesday I'll be moving into my dorm down in Georgia and proceed to go about nesting with my roommate. I'm actually kind of excited for all the vacuuming and general cleaning about I'm bound to do (I'll most likely polish the tile floor with wax because I'm such an alien). Not to mention I can't wait to meet with my classmates as well as my team members on the Equestrian club. I mean, that's all fine and aces but to be honest though, as it gets closer to that day, the more I really don't want to leave this place in which I've spent the majority of my (sorry, yes, but rather comfy, regardless) life. I don't find it so much scary as I do unsettling. Apparently when they meant "brand new slate" they really meant it. I mean, you pretty much draw a gigantic blank as to the next four years of your life and that's more than just a little unnerving. There aren't any signs or arrows or suggestions, just vague, general overviews, the occasional cloudy idea. It doesn't help that every time I look it appears that more and more of these choices (or chasms, really, if you want to stick with the metaphor here) lead to nothing but jagged cliff ends.
I also apparently have a "badger face", everybody. This is news. My friend (Ariel, remember her? Several years ago, Taipei, likes sandwiches smothered in mayonnaise and calling herself Hottie McTreeFace) thinks that whenever I'm horribly surprised or just overall irritated, I make what she calls "this badger face". I'm not sure how to take that. If there's one thing she is right about, it's the fact that I have a tendency to swear a bit much. Oh yeah, there's something you didn't know. Happy we're not spending the same semester together now, aren't you?
Since we're already on the bandwagon of flaming nastiness, let me just say, for those of you who occasionally disregard the fact that there are actually land, grass, and peoples that exist below the North Carolina state line: let's stop the jokes and the nicknames or the weirdly forced and accented voices when in regard to the state of Georgia and to the fact that I'm going to be living there for the next 500 years or something, okay? Every now and then it's fine. But really, after like, the first continual 35 times, it does start to get kind of irritating. And an irritated Shyue is not going to be your cup of sunshine, let me just say. (Of course, this is just a general accusation, pointed to no one in particular. A shout out to the whole planet. Actually, judging by how shot my attention is at the moment, I could very well just be making up these adversaries).
On a lighter, fluffier note, for you small handful of friends (in RL) I consider my bests this side of the milky way, (and when I say handful, I mean handful like, I can count the number of you guys on one hand. You know who you are ♥) please, please, please never doubt that I love you. Believe me when I say it hurts like nothing else this time dimension has to offer to leave you guys for a place so very far and foreign. But hey, again, this is Atlanta, not the fifth circle of hell. I have a cell phone and I have the internet and believe me, I'll pester you all so much you'll wish technological advance just spontaneously combusted and time reverted back to the 1920s.
On the same venue, lily22 came over to spend the day with me just yesterday, as well as a day the week before. Add that to diamondsparks doing something similar as well just about made my entire month. You guys are the epitome of awesome, the Mt. Fuji of greatness.
(Also, new layout for the journal. Eh.)
Oh and remember when I said I'd tell you all about Taiwan? I think I kind of lied.
Here's another thing: I think there's some sort of extreme dark humor in the fact that out of all the items I've been buying in preparation for the big move down South, I love my toothbrush cup the most. You know the one, stainless steel with polished, rounded curves and enough weight to knock out a sumo wrestler.
People at church keep calling me Brian.
I also apparently have a "badger face", everybody. This is news. My friend (Ariel, remember her? Several years ago, Taipei, likes sandwiches smothered in mayonnaise and calling herself Hottie McTreeFace) thinks that whenever I'm horribly surprised or just overall irritated, I make what she calls "this badger face". I'm not sure how to take that. If there's one thing she is right about, it's the fact that I have a tendency to swear a bit much. Oh yeah, there's something you didn't know. Happy we're not spending the same semester together now, aren't you?
Since we're already on the bandwagon of flaming nastiness, let me just say, for those of you who occasionally disregard the fact that there are actually land, grass, and peoples that exist below the North Carolina state line: let's stop the jokes and the nicknames or the weirdly forced and accented voices when in regard to the state of Georgia and to the fact that I'm going to be living there for the next 500 years or something, okay? Every now and then it's fine. But really, after like, the first continual 35 times, it does start to get kind of irritating. And an irritated Shyue is not going to be your cup of sunshine, let me just say. (Of course, this is just a general accusation, pointed to no one in particular. A shout out to the whole planet. Actually, judging by how shot my attention is at the moment, I could very well just be making up these adversaries).
On a lighter, fluffier note, for you small handful of friends (in RL) I consider my bests this side of the milky way, (and when I say handful, I mean handful like, I can count the number of you guys on one hand. You know who you are ♥) please, please, please never doubt that I love you. Believe me when I say it hurts like nothing else this time dimension has to offer to leave you guys for a place so very far and foreign. But hey, again, this is Atlanta, not the fifth circle of hell. I have a cell phone and I have the internet and believe me, I'll pester you all so much you'll wish technological advance just spontaneously combusted and time reverted back to the 1920s.
On the same venue, lily22 came over to spend the day with me just yesterday, as well as a day the week before. Add that to diamondsparks doing something similar as well just about made my entire month. You guys are the epitome of awesome, the Mt. Fuji of greatness.
(Also, new layout for the journal. Eh.)
Oh and remember when I said I'd tell you all about Taiwan? I think I kind of lied.
Here's another thing: I think there's some sort of extreme dark humor in the fact that out of all the items I've been buying in preparation for the big move down South, I love my toothbrush cup the most. You know the one, stainless steel with polished, rounded curves and enough weight to knock out a sumo wrestler.
People at church keep calling me Brian.