with more than a month off of school i've had time to realize i have no life. i talk to nav nearly everyday, if i don't see her, and our outtings have succumb to us going grocery shopping. going out for a nice dinner or lunch with friends is incomprehensible to my parents, as i can get either meal at home while not having to go through the trouble of leaving the house.
i've also come to the grand conclusion that younger siblings have no respect for authority and should in turn be subjected to some form of life on their own without an older sibling to defend them.
though i must commend alexander grahm bell for introducing the telephone, i must also advise the next inventor of any sort of communication device to think "can i enjoy my life if my parents learn how to use this?"... i now recieve a call from my mom every half hour giving me some innane instruction such as, "there's no more milk upstairs. there's more in the downstairs fridge, you need to bring that up if you want milk", or "i left a number on the dinning room table could you find that for me.... oh wait i have it", and my personal favourite "you have laundry"- as if i didn't know i was running out of clean clothes. don't be fooled into thinking that these are the words of a mother concerned with her daughter's calcium intake.... no they are facades, tools of deception, schemes to find out if i'm having a house party at 11am on a thursday morning, and to find out how many boys are wandering around the hallways of our house. she calls to check on me. and since i seemed to catch on to her calling at one hour intervals, she now gives me only a half hour to quiet down the UBC mens swim team, who can be quite rowdy in the afternoon hours.
my grandparents left for india yesterday, i went to the airport to say goodbye:
1. parking fees at the airport are unnaturally high
2. i like the atmosphere of airports, it's nice thinking about where people are going, where they've come from, and i wonder what they think of my city
3. my grandma leaves for india every 6 months (at least) and she cries every time as if she's going to stay in india forever, and then, when she's there she calls everyday... i don't want to get old
i've lost my creativity. i have no desire to write, no yearning to express myself, and i just want to watch movies and waste my brain on mindless activities.
excuse me, i have to go answer the phone, my mom's calling.
i've also come to the grand conclusion that younger siblings have no respect for authority and should in turn be subjected to some form of life on their own without an older sibling to defend them.
though i must commend alexander grahm bell for introducing the telephone, i must also advise the next inventor of any sort of communication device to think "can i enjoy my life if my parents learn how to use this?"... i now recieve a call from my mom every half hour giving me some innane instruction such as, "there's no more milk upstairs. there's more in the downstairs fridge, you need to bring that up if you want milk", or "i left a number on the dinning room table could you find that for me.... oh wait i have it", and my personal favourite "you have laundry"- as if i didn't know i was running out of clean clothes. don't be fooled into thinking that these are the words of a mother concerned with her daughter's calcium intake.... no they are facades, tools of deception, schemes to find out if i'm having a house party at 11am on a thursday morning, and to find out how many boys are wandering around the hallways of our house. she calls to check on me. and since i seemed to catch on to her calling at one hour intervals, she now gives me only a half hour to quiet down the UBC mens swim team, who can be quite rowdy in the afternoon hours.
my grandparents left for india yesterday, i went to the airport to say goodbye:
1. parking fees at the airport are unnaturally high
2. i like the atmosphere of airports, it's nice thinking about where people are going, where they've come from, and i wonder what they think of my city
3. my grandma leaves for india every 6 months (at least) and she cries every time as if she's going to stay in india forever, and then, when she's there she calls everyday... i don't want to get old
i've lost my creativity. i have no desire to write, no yearning to express myself, and i just want to watch movies and waste my brain on mindless activities.
excuse me, i have to go answer the phone, my mom's calling.
posted by tyna at Thursday, June 15, 2006
6 Comments:
oh, you make me laugh
the day i can dive off a diving board with briefs will be the day i appreciate mens swimming
i'd like to sit around and do nothing as well...
wait a sec...i already do that...lol
congratulations on the hair cut :)
u got a hair cut>????????????
mmhmm, without asking my parents too!
it's been over a week, and i'm still hearing about it, it's really short, just at the shoulder and then i have really short bangs,
i needed a change for the summer.
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