//smallpal

i feel like a grown-up. i cultivate intellectual thoughts, though sometimes i have doubts. i look for new perspectives. i speak my opinions with authority.  i allow others to speak their opinion and welcome different ones. 

this is what being a grown-up means to me. [spoken with authority] 

gym.tan.laundry.

my latest thing is jersey shore. i know, i’m three years late on this. but after watching the pop-up video edition, it’s really addicting. i can’t help to laugh that every episode is that same. it’s like a horrendous accident, you want to turn away but just can’t. the dialogue makes me laugh and the clothes is just “hor-awful” [as the bf would put it]. anyways, it’s something to make time pass. 

i enjoy cold nights like tonight where im warm in bed listening to bon iver.

i recently found myself at the modesto central library to get a book i needed. its been well over a decade since i was last there. a part of the reason is that i knew i had fines on my account. 

being the crafty couple we are, the bf and i had a plan b. if my fines were still there, the bf would get a library and check out my book for me. of course, my fines from 1994 were still on my account. so we followed through with plan b. after the success of plan b, we went to the car where the bf said i will need to do plan b for him at the sf public library. so i now owe him a sf library card so he can escape his fines. 

i’ve decided there are many morals to this story: 

1. pay your library fines 
2. true love is assisting in loop holes to cheat the system 
3. bring a friend to the library  

we’ve discussed our actions and decided one day we will pay our fines. 

my parents are in india right now for a month. it’s somewhat bittersweet. there’s no one to annoy me or someone to tell me to fix the computer. but i must admit, i love that my parents nag me…okay, only sometimes.

in addition to my parents being gone, my dad told me he is contemplating about working the day shift. in my 22 years of life, i have never known my dad to work a day shift, he’s a swing shift man. it’s just weird to think my dad would be home when i come home. all my life, every time i came home from school or work, he was getting ready to leave for work. i know it seems trivial to most, but it really changes up things in my family. since my dad has always worked the swing shift, we never did family dinner. we only had family dinners during the weekends, if my dad didn’t have work. i’m so used to us being unconventional that a step to conventional is strange to me.   

i feel like a little kid again. i definitely miss my parents but like my boyfriend said, it’s their time right now to enjoy life. and i really hope their month in india is what they were looking for. anyways, there’s no time to be sad, i have a big house to take of, a little puppy-wuppy that needs a lifetime and a half of attention and lots of bills to pay. i guess the upside to them being gone is that i get to drive around in the benz. 

my allergies are killing me and my allergy medicine makes me want to sleep but i need to get work done. 

this is not a good mix. and i’m starting to learn it’s frowned upon to take out a baggie of pills in public. idgaf. 

shrimp. 

i hate shrimp that’s cooked with its vein. i think it’s absolutely disgusting that people eat shrimp with its vein/intestine. you’re eating shrimp shit. you’re gross. 

i like shrimp with no intestines. 

date night 

i have a date tonight. yay. it’s been so long since i’ve been on a date. i wonder if he’ll buy me flowers?! 

in the words of jessie spano “i’m so excited!…..i’m so scared“ 

you don’t say “good luck,” you say “don’t give up.” 

my dreamworld 

i would be you
you would be me
we would be one
we would be just fine