What do you do when you are alone? // June 16, 2010

As school season rolls around, I find myself alone, at home, with nothing to do. I have recently graduated, been employed, then assumed the role of a quitter. Now, I am unemployed and bored, with a lot of time on my hands. And it looks like I am coming down with something, as my throat is all itchy and my gag reflex is acting up for no reason. I have taken this self-diagnosis of something wrong and made it into an excuse for me to not shower. At least, until maybe around 5 p.m. today.

Here are some of the things that I have done today:

1. Stuff my face with food and muddy, burnt coffee that my parents and brother left me.
2. Watch the last two episodes of How to Make it in America
3. Answered some e-mails.
4. Cleaned my RSS feeds! Kind of. I just marked most of them as read. Heh.
5. Internet shenanigans.

In the middle of this entry, my sister got back from school. But she is reading Plato now, so I don’t think I am allowed to bother her.

So, I am did a little bit of reading myself.
Caveat Lector: Dirty feet ahead.

(Currently: Michael Chabon’s “Wonder Boys.” According to my reading schedule,
I should finish it by today. But it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.)

But then I got tired and hungry.

So, I guess I should just take a nap and plan for greatness when I wake up.

What do you do when you are alone? I honestly don’t know how to deal with all this time I have, without feeling like I am wasting my life away, somehow.

(In case you hadn’t caught on, this is a cry for help.)

 

You, yes, you. // May 6, 2010

 

Kind of a Useless Update, But the World Needs More Photos of Children. // December 26, 2009

Today, I attempted to clean my room and work on my thesis. I managed to clean a portion of my room and continue ignoring my thesis. However! I have unearthed some gems. I will now show you photos from 1993, when my family went on our first trip to North America. These are from Vancouver, Canada. :)

Prospect Point! My family looking cute. And me… eating string.

Us, on a boat with mama.

My brother, channeling “Mansard Roof!”

With papa, looking at some fishies.

Me, with a starfish. I don’t understand what I was feeling.
My facial expression does not help very much.

In 1993, my life was books and animals.

My sister being a cutie pie.
She turned three years old about a month after this photograph.

HAHAHAHA. Booger jokes.

Favorite! Me & a beluga whale. I think we can all say there was a connection.

OK, that’s all! I wish I could say something more profound about these photographs, or why I posted them. But I just did because I thought we were cute children (what the heck happened, right?!) and I liked beluga whales.

It’s funny how these photographs bring our family closer, in a we’re-all-laughing-at-the-same-thing or that-was-a-nice-time-wasn’t-it? kind of way, whenever we look at them together. My dad says he looks at these pictures when he’s feeling sad or whatever, and he gets cheered up instantly.

I can say the same for myself, since that’s what I did the whole afternoon — and I’m not even sad. Again, apologies to my thesis. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to wing it, making you.

 

 

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