(and to all a good night!)
Today was an eventful, but non-eventful day.
I woke up at 12:30 PM, because I was up at like 2.. doing what, you ask? Looking at the 2010 Victoria's Secret Fasion show, of course!
Hahaha. It was just so much fun feeling inadequate and insecure.
I woke up this morning feeling like I should definitely eat healthily and drink lots of water, and all that. The problem was, I had absolutely nothing to do.
I cleaned my room, and went and got oatmeal for breakfast. Oatmeal is good because it expands in your stomach due to absorbing moisture and whatnot, so it's supposed to help keep you full. Then I headed up to my bathroom and brushed my teeth as to prevent me from wanting to eat some post-breakfast dessert. (You know how sweet stuff tastes after you brush your teeth--euggh). I put the final touches on my room, and bam.
I have 2 hours to kill.
Here's the thing about me, free time and boredom. I usually end up sitting down in front of the TV, watching reruns of horrible shows, and eating my butt's weight in whatever's in the very handily located pantry, which is literally 5 steps away from my TV watching chair.
[My TV watching chair is this awesome green chair that in my old house was at an awkward angle to the TV so it was really uncomfortable, but here it's just perfect. You can balance both remotes on either armrest -- the volume remote and the fast forwarding remote, as I call them -- and then you're set.]
so I attempted to evade this tempting little hobby of mine. I looked through a child's book called "The Big Book of Amazing Things to Make and Do". Not so amazing. They were all crafty and messy things... which does not bode well when your house has JUST been purged of all dust and dirt. I walked around the house, looking for something else to do. Nothing. I went and got the mail. Fliers, cause nobody loves me. So do you know what I finally decided to go and do?
Have a visit with my TV watching chair (;
But I said to myself "Okay, I'm not going to snack, because someday, I WILL be a Victoria's Secret Angel".
Yeah, we all lie to ourselves sometimes.
It worked for the first show. I sat through it, let my mind glaze over into a stupor. I even wandered over to the pantry for something to snack. I think I just like the feeling of something to chew on. Or maybe it's that I tend to go for chocolate, or carbs, both which make you feel a little happier. But no, I made it through the first show I watched.
Second show, not so lucky.
I ended up cracking open a bag of Parmesan-baked Pita Chips--BUT WITH LOW SODIUM AND ZERO TRANS AND SATURATED FAT!!
After demolishing half the bag, I decided I needed to put it back.
I did that, and then I felt really sad, so I went and sat in the couch instead and snuggled up with a fuzzy blanket. Insta-cure for post-putting-the-snack-back-sadness.
I then checked the time, and it was time to go get my sister from the airport! SCORE.
(Her flight had been delayed an hour, so that's why I ended up having so much spare time)
Drove there, got bored in the car, picked her up, drove to my favourite Mexican restaurant: Pappasito's!
Shared some fajitas, drove home. I unpacked her suitcase for her while she had computer troubles. She dropped it twice in one day, and although it worked fine directly afterward, that NEVER bodes well.
All the laptops in this house have issues.
Laptop 1: Fan is broken, and this causes the computer to last about 5 minutes before it overheats and DIES.
Laptop 2: My sister's laptop doesn't turn on, and tells you after trying to "automatically fix the problem" that the solution cannot be "automatically fixed"... THANKS WINDOWS.
This laptop: When you unplug it, it dies. (So basically the battery is shot.) Doesn't sound like such a big problem, right? Well, when you're clumsy, and trip over the cord more often than don't, it doesn't add up to being fun.
I think we're going to enlist the help of the Geek Squad tomorrow while we go shopping. [for our parents' presents on Christmas Eve...... HA]
So what then?
We [my sister and I] then watched The Golden Child [awesome story, bad graphics], and after an episode of Glee [the one where Kurt's getting harassed by what's-his-face and then what's-his-face kisses him :O]
Then, I go on the computer/facebook, and am unpleasantly surprised by something I have a problem with. So two days before Christmas, I'm a heartless girl and decide to tell that person.
Oops.
But I actually do have a big problem with it.
Oh well.
So now, it's one in the morning on Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas, readers.
I hope that all of you have a splendid holiday, and that all of you spend good, quality time with your loved ones.
-Lauren
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Thursday, December 23, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
I'll be home for a white Christmas, if only in my dreams.
Today was a rather sad day.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm this morning, same time as every day - 5:29 AM, and I shut it off after groggily thinking "Why is my alarm going? It's Saturday!"
Of course, it's not Saturday. It's Friday, December 3rd.
After shutting off my alarm, I promptly fell back asleep, and then woke up to my mom telling me to get up. By then it was 6:10, and I leave the house at 6:30 or 6:32 AM every day to walk/run to the bus stop. I usually end up running from my door, across Thomas Ridge Lane, down the empty streets to the main road, where the only other person at my stop is always there before me. And I'm usually just on time, or slightly late. It's just the way it is.
Despite my waking up late, I still managed to get out of the house, although I looked slightly less than put together.
I was perfectly on time today. I was a meter away from the stop when the bus pulled up. It's a good thing I leapt out the front door and continued on jogging all the way to the street. I might have actually missed that bus.
It wasn't too cold outside today, but as always Mrs. Collins, the bus driver, had the heat cranked up to an unbearable degree. As a Canadian living in Texas, I have scoffed at what Texans think 'cold' is, but I cannot help feeling smothered by the heat in the bus every morning. It's like an overly-warm blanket that is wrapped around every part of you. Unbearable. Mrs. Collins was also playing Christmas music.
I'm not normally opposed to Christmas music, but this morning, the songs grated against my eardrums. Somehow, when it's 20 degrees celsius outside, I cannot begin to stomach the songs that I always have associated with the snowy nights curled up by a warm fireplace while it snows outside. I especially cannot stand the song "White Christmas" or "I'll Be Home For Christmas", because those songs perfectly embody how I feel. Perfectly... except that I know that I can only dream of that snowy Christmas morning, and I can only dream of being home.
I'm so so sad. I was here for last Christmas, but I had only just moved; everything seemed like a vacation. But in 16 days, I'll have been here for a year, and I have no excuse to regard my stay here as a vacation.. It's astounding how much I wish I could go home. On those mornings on the bus, I can sometimes close my eyes and picture myself on a Calgary city bus, surrounded by diverse people I do not know, and sitting beside the one person I know very well. I only have those few minutes every morning where I can attempt to dream of such things before I'm interrupted.
There are only days left in the year 2010...
I can't help but feel relieved but also regretful.
Relieved because with every day that passes, I step closer to summer.
Regretful because as I'm wishing my days away, I know that after this year, everything will be different. The majority of my friends here will have graduated or gone back to their home countries (the sadness of being exchange students)... I will be a senior, and in another year, I'll be done with the penitentiary they call high school.
In truth, it's not that bad. I'm not generally disliked by anyone. I have friends, I'm sociable. I get great marks/grades. I just want so badly to get out. I guess it's true that attitude makes all the difference in the world.
Tomorrow, I'm volunteering at a bowling event for kids with special needs. It should be a good time. I hope it will be. I haven't volunteered in a while.
Lately, I've been reading more often that I have in months past. I've spent the past week on the Luxe series by Anna Godbersen. I read the first two a year or so ago, but only recently, I bought the entire, four part series (The Luxe, Rumors, Envy and Splendor). I loved every minute of it, except for the ending, which left a lot to be desired, in my opinion. Although the ending made sense with the characters' personalities, I don't think it should have ended that way. I had it all planned out in my head before I read the last few chapters. Not everyone would get their happy ending, but certainly more than had gotten a nice end in the book. Out of the four central characters, only one truly got a happy ending by the end of the book. I guess two more could have found their happy ending somewhere along their lifespan, but the ending didn't quite play out as I had wanted it to. As for Anna Godbersen's next series, Bright Young Things, set in the late 1920s, I am not sure yet if I will read it or not. If you've read it, tell me how it is! (:
Another thing happening lately is that I've been playing FreeRice very often. It's a website where, by answering questions right, you can donate rice to impoverished people around the world, for free. If you have a spare half hour, or 15 minutes, I'd say it's worth your time to try it.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm this morning, same time as every day - 5:29 AM, and I shut it off after groggily thinking "Why is my alarm going? It's Saturday!"
Of course, it's not Saturday. It's Friday, December 3rd.
After shutting off my alarm, I promptly fell back asleep, and then woke up to my mom telling me to get up. By then it was 6:10, and I leave the house at 6:30 or 6:32 AM every day to walk/run to the bus stop. I usually end up running from my door, across Thomas Ridge Lane, down the empty streets to the main road, where the only other person at my stop is always there before me. And I'm usually just on time, or slightly late. It's just the way it is.
Despite my waking up late, I still managed to get out of the house, although I looked slightly less than put together.
I was perfectly on time today. I was a meter away from the stop when the bus pulled up. It's a good thing I leapt out the front door and continued on jogging all the way to the street. I might have actually missed that bus.
It wasn't too cold outside today, but as always Mrs. Collins, the bus driver, had the heat cranked up to an unbearable degree. As a Canadian living in Texas, I have scoffed at what Texans think 'cold' is, but I cannot help feeling smothered by the heat in the bus every morning. It's like an overly-warm blanket that is wrapped around every part of you. Unbearable. Mrs. Collins was also playing Christmas music.
I'm not normally opposed to Christmas music, but this morning, the songs grated against my eardrums. Somehow, when it's 20 degrees celsius outside, I cannot begin to stomach the songs that I always have associated with the snowy nights curled up by a warm fireplace while it snows outside. I especially cannot stand the song "White Christmas" or "I'll Be Home For Christmas", because those songs perfectly embody how I feel. Perfectly... except that I know that I can only dream of that snowy Christmas morning, and I can only dream of being home.
I'm so so sad. I was here for last Christmas, but I had only just moved; everything seemed like a vacation. But in 16 days, I'll have been here for a year, and I have no excuse to regard my stay here as a vacation.. It's astounding how much I wish I could go home. On those mornings on the bus, I can sometimes close my eyes and picture myself on a Calgary city bus, surrounded by diverse people I do not know, and sitting beside the one person I know very well. I only have those few minutes every morning where I can attempt to dream of such things before I'm interrupted.
There are only days left in the year 2010...
I can't help but feel relieved but also regretful.
Relieved because with every day that passes, I step closer to summer.
Regretful because as I'm wishing my days away, I know that after this year, everything will be different. The majority of my friends here will have graduated or gone back to their home countries (the sadness of being exchange students)... I will be a senior, and in another year, I'll be done with the penitentiary they call high school.
In truth, it's not that bad. I'm not generally disliked by anyone. I have friends, I'm sociable. I get great marks/grades. I just want so badly to get out. I guess it's true that attitude makes all the difference in the world.
Tomorrow, I'm volunteering at a bowling event for kids with special needs. It should be a good time. I hope it will be. I haven't volunteered in a while.
Lately, I've been reading more often that I have in months past. I've spent the past week on the Luxe series by Anna Godbersen. I read the first two a year or so ago, but only recently, I bought the entire, four part series (The Luxe, Rumors, Envy and Splendor). I loved every minute of it, except for the ending, which left a lot to be desired, in my opinion. Although the ending made sense with the characters' personalities, I don't think it should have ended that way. I had it all planned out in my head before I read the last few chapters. Not everyone would get their happy ending, but certainly more than had gotten a nice end in the book. Out of the four central characters, only one truly got a happy ending by the end of the book. I guess two more could have found their happy ending somewhere along their lifespan, but the ending didn't quite play out as I had wanted it to. As for Anna Godbersen's next series, Bright Young Things, set in the late 1920s, I am not sure yet if I will read it or not. If you've read it, tell me how it is! (:
Another thing happening lately is that I've been playing FreeRice very often. It's a website where, by answering questions right, you can donate rice to impoverished people around the world, for free. If you have a spare half hour, or 15 minutes, I'd say it's worth your time to try it.
That's all for now.
-Lauren
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