now that it's getting down to the last 5 weeks before my winter trip to europe, i'm trying to work through my checklist. at the top of this list is: a winter coat.
so i asked my mom "so, can i have a coat and winter clothes for my birthday?"
"actually, wanna try one that i've had in my closet for a year?"
i think my body is trying to kill me...
i've had this weird craving for a chili dog for about a week...
this was dinner:
haha... peut-être je suis un bien-pensant, mais j'adore envoyer et recevoir des choses à la poste! c'est pour cette raison que j'étais très heureuse à recevoir une offre de mon bureau de poste. (mon bureau de poste parce que je vais là très souvent et les beamter postales me connaissent.) en tout cas, cette offre était pour 4 boîtes tarif-uniformes... gratuit!! woot!!
j'ai un 'care-pack' pour mon amie à portland, qui restait en tas depuis quelques semaines.
et aussi, je devrais aussi envoyer des lettres à mes correspondants!
bah... i'm getting behind!
One of my goals in life that has developped in the last few years is that my little sister April would never have to have a hard life... that she would become a good person, with strong morals and a warm heart that has a strong motivation to better herself... that she would always know she's loved... that she'd never turn to drugs, gangs or other things that turn good kids into bad decisions... that she'd never have to worry about working 50 hours a week to get through school...
I love my parents to death... my dad is one of the most intelligent people I know, which is definitely saying something, because I work with some world-renowned researchers and scientists and doctorates. My mom is one of the most giving people I know... she works so hard for everyone else besides herself. I know very well that my parents love my sister and me exponentially. Despite all this, they weren't always there growing up, or even now, necessarily. Because of this, my sister and I have always leaned on each other for support. Every Thanksgiving or Christmas or recital or soccer game or other important event in our lives that our parents missed, April and I would just say "F*** them, we'll start our OWN traditions... we'll NEVER do that to OUR kids!!" It's just how we got through our parents being oh-so-often MIA.
There was a point to this story, but I decided against divulging it to a faceless audience until the decision has been made. In any case, now you know a little more about why my sister and I both can't stand each other, but love each other more than a lot of sibs can even relate.
An excellent movie, I must say!
In honour of Guy Fawkes Day, I'm watching "V for Vendetta". Then I'm going create a plot to overthrow the US government. Sounds like a fantasticly productive evening, don't you think?
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
The gunpowder treason and plot,
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
I'm still extremely heated over this whole ordeal. I fumed the entire 10-minutes from the bus stop to my house.
I rode the bus home, as I usually do. This kid who was wearing a medical face mask got on the bus and sat near the front. At the next stop, a large, obviously drunk and possibly drugged out man sits 2 seats from the kid. He starts muttering gibberish. Then he tells the kid to shut up. Mind you, this kid has said nothing the entire time. Then the man starts whispering something into the kid's ear. I think he was asking the kid why he was wearing the face mask, but then his tone changes and he tells the kid to shut up and that he's going to shoot the kid, while making gun gestures with his hand. People just sat around shaking their heads or burrowing their heads deeper into their books or newspapers. I'm mad that I sat there watching the whole thing. Finally, the man starts pulling on the kid's face mask, so I spoke up "Dude... seriously, keep your hands to your goddamn self!" and the bus driver finally notice what was going on and pulled the bus over. The man pulled on the kid's hoodie and the bus driver told the man to get off the bus. Since the man was ignoring him, the bus driver called the police. About 5 minutes later, the police lights came around the corner and the man got off before the police had to escort him. Once the drunk man got off, I asked the kid if he was ok and he just shook his head 'yes', clearly shell-shocked from the whole ordeal.
So this leads me to ask why no one else said anything? I'm still mad at myself for waiting so long to speak up too, but I was getting so heated that if that man had touched the kid one more time, I was ready to kick the man off the bus myself... good thing the bus driver took action.
Why didn't anyone even say "Yeah, man, stop." Or just "Leave him alone... he didn't do anything to you!"
It makes me mad that people don't help other people out. For me, I'm always ready for a fight... but only if it's for a good reason, a just cause.
People are cowards. Why?!
i know... i have no pictures of my own costume... lame.
here are my friends, though!
@ buckelew farm corn maze in three points, arizona.
matt: batman. mike: skater boy. kassy: cat woman. me: wushu warrior.
My family is in town for a few days (from Korea!). Since they pooped out early yesterday, I went to El Parador (for the first time) while they filled the house with their cacophonous karaoke notes.
Today, we're headed to the Arizona Sonora Desert Museum (a cliché albeit classic choice, I know). Then we'll see what the rest of the day has in store.
As far as Halloween, this will be my first real Halloween... I've never really done anything for Halloween. Kassy and a few of her friends are going to eat dinner chez elle, then go to Damon's haunted house (coworker). After that, we'll check out the Buckelew Farm haunted corn maze, but we'll see what'll come after that.
I'm dressing up as a Wushu Warrior (aka the Chinese version of a Samurai)... What about you? What are you dressing up as?!?
