<p>Ugh, I’m having a kind of clumsy night. I just cut myself shaving really badly, and then knocked the heavy conditioner bottle on my toes, which are really sore from pointe… ):</p>
<p>I gotta say, guys, I’m disappointed. (:
Seriously? Half a page in six hours? We’re better than that.</p>
<p>Work is now monotonous. But better boring, than frenetic.
I’m I just talking to myself?</p>
<p>No way. Simultaneous sign-ons at 10:08? That’s creepy and awesome at the same time. (:</p>
<p>What’s up, Cira? Be warned, my time here is brief; homework calls my name. ):</p>
<p>Hey! It’s funny, it happens like that a lot. I think we have a subconscious TASP thread sense.</p>
<p>Eh, not too much. Bland day… The cookies I baked yesterday are very nearly gone already. How are you?</p>
<p>There’s an easy solution to the homework problem. Ignore it until two periods before it’s due! Much simpler.</p>
<p>exhausted and slightly sick, but I’m eating some of the warmest, bestest(I’m tired cut me some slack) lasagna I’ve ever eaten. I love eating after work; it makes the food so much tastier, and the best part is when my mom makes it for me. Like I’ve said, I’m the third kid of three, meaning I get the short stick of a lot of stuff, such as having dinner made by my mom. Having gone through two kids, she decided she wanted to get out of the house, so for the majority of my life, my mom has worked, leaving dinner, an occasion previously orchestrated by her, an “every-man for himself” ordeal. This changes, however, when she sees me walk through the door only to fall on the nearest piece of furniture in anguish. No mother can resist the pleas of a hungry, tired child.</p>
<p>Wow, this was long. (:</p>
<p>Aww… My mom went back to work when I was in fourth grade, but she worked at a daycare place, so she was home to make dinner… It’s only been in the past couple of years since she switched to managing a winery that she’s been gone until seven in the evening half the time. So I’ve learned to start dinner very well, and my dad is actually a brilliant cook… When he doesn’t start experimenting too much. Also, we’re not very nice to my mom so we just wait until she comes home and makes something to eat. (: She works Thursday to Sunday, though, so most of the time I have a parent home at 6:00 to start cooking me things.</p>
<p>The funny thing is, my mom’s work, which consists of working at an elementary school half the day and the other half nannying two kids after school, allows her to be home by like four, so she CAN make dinner, but she doesn’t want to anymore. The irony is, she always tells me that she is going to be so sad when I go to college, because she will have no one left to baby. (:
I tell her it will be fine when i go off to college, but in my head, I think, “You stopped babying me when I was seven!.”
No joke, when I was seven, my mom stopped making me lunch for school, because she said I was old enough to do it myself; I couldn’t even reach over the kitchen counter yet! I blame my brother; he milked my mom’s motherly care dry.</p>
<p>at least she has her illusion. and counter or no counter you could have hooked yourself up with a PB&J</p>
<p>My mommy’s a definite nurturer. She makes my dad’s lunch everyday, still, and I’m sure if I wanted to take a lunch to school, she’d make mine too.</p>
<p>My mom is not going to be happy when I leave for college. I’m the only child of hers that can clean up after herself, and cook a few things and bake her almond tarts and goodies. I’m not the youngest, and I’m sure it’s going to be a big issue for mom once my younger sister leaves… Maybe by then she’ll have grandkids. My older sister’s almost definitely marrying her boyfriend once they get a little more financially secure, so she’ll eventually have new babies to fuss over and my younger sister will be off the hook.</p>
<p>Is anyone looking forward to leaving home? My siblings are split: My brother never comes home unless it’s Christmas, and I feel like he does this to get free stuff, not to spend the time with us, but my sister comes home practically ever other weekend to spend time with me and our parents.
I feel like I’d be more like my bro. What about you guys?</p>
<p>You’ll enjoy this, Cira. (:
[xkcd</a> Blog Archive Ball Pit, Phase II](<a href=“http://blag.xkcd.com/2008/02/27/ballpit-phase-ii/]xkcd”>Ball Pit, Phase II – xkcd)</p>
<p>I think I’ll miss my dad a lot… We’re really similar people, and I’m pretty much the only one of his daughters he gets along with. I’ll miss my nice big oven at home, nice kitchens in general, probably. I think I’ll get homesick once in a while, and I’ll miss seeing my grandparents and friends and just the setting of my childhood. But I also think I’ll really like being on my own (ish). I adapt to things well.</p>
<p>But I guess it depends on how quickly I meet people and how I end up liking college. I’m mostly sure I’ll love it, but it’ll also terrify me lots. I just hope I don’t meet with any violent crime within the first few months. I might want to move back home forever. ):</p>
<p>Heh, I had just read it. It sounds so awesome! Definitely going to be on my list of things to do when I’m a millionaire because of my utter brilliance.</p>
<p>“I just hope I don’t meet with any violent crime within the first few months.”
What? Damn Chris Hanson and Dateline NBC for making everyone think a pedophile/convict is around every corner!</p>
<p>All right, I’m out. March seventh can’t come soon enough. :P</p>
<p>…Pedophiles are a valid concern for me. I’ve just accepted the realization that the reason that the only guys who show an interest in me are approximately 13 years old is because I look like a twelve year old. Although, I read in Yahoo news the other day that most sexual predators lurking online are up front about wanting sex and the girls mostly consent to it… </p>
<p>It’s really not that, it’s just that my dad got mugged in college and still has dental problems from it, and my mother raised me to be paranoid about cities, darkness and also crossing the street. I’m terribly sheltered.</p>
<p>Okay, no one else is around and I’m tired. Goodnight and good morrow! Hopefully you’ll all not be busy again.</p>
<p>I don’t think I’d come home too often.
Maybe more than Christmas though.
Thanksgiving, perhaps
hahah</p>
<p>idk, I think I’d miss my little brother a bit, as annoying as he is. and I will definitely miss my mother’s cooking. But I cannot waitttt to get out of the house–my parents tend to be overprotective and it gets insanely annoying. So I’d probably be somewhere in the middle.</p>
<p>i dunno about every weekend but i guess every once in a while.</p>
<p>Glory be the day that I have neither work nor EC’s to attend.
I was thinking during Marine Bio. today, there isn’t much else to do, about what would happen if I got into TASP for the summer. It dawned upon me that I would have to leave my friends for over a month along with my family. The longest I’ve ever been from home on my own was two days! I’m not ashamed to say that I was homesick.
Aside from people, I would most likely have to quit(more like get fired) my job. No boss wants their new employee to ask for six weeks off.</p>
<p>What about you guys? Anything you’d be worried about if you spent half the summer away from your home?</p>
<p>Hardly.</p>
<p>I’m having an angsty teenage woe-is-me my-parents-don’t-understand-anything-they’re-5-bajillion-years-old kind of day. It will pass, but the moment I’d like to be at the point on the Earth that is as physically distant from them as possible, to match my mental state. It’s probably somewhere in an ocean.</p>
<p>But seriously, even sans angst I’d love to get away. My town has its own gravity field that sucks people back in 30 years after they think they’ve escaped. It’s like the town in It, except without Pennywise. My friends are nice, but I’ll honestly never see most of them again after next year except for our 10-year-reunion. </p>
<p>I hate the idea of a 50-year high school reunion. I really do. I think I’ll massacre everyone at my 50-year reunion if I survive that long.</p>
<p>50 year-long grudge? That’s taking teen angst to a new level.
I don’t think you ever told us what your seminar preference was, porna.</p>