no opntions please, thank you
Me sleepy. I woke up early this morning to get to my chiro appointment. It was nice to wake up and not take an hour to get ready. Usually it takes me forever because my hair is such a freaking mess, but now that my hair is straight I ran my flat iron thru a couple times and I was set. I just wonder how it's going to be when I wash my hair. Speaking of, I can't wash my hair for two days, I just don't know if that's two days plus the day I got the chemical straightening done or two days including the say I got it done. Dilemma dilemma.Afterwards, I went to class. I love comic spirit... I know I've said it nearly a million times, but I just had to say it again. I love the concepts we learn and it makes me feel s-m-r-t.. DOH! I mean s-m-a-r-t!
When class was over I headed to the language lab for my Italian class and did a whole lot of nothing. In fact, it was so incredibly boring I was this close of just closing my eyes. I really just wanted to fall asleep and pretend I was in my warm comfortable bed ... I know you wish you were in my bed too ;) haha.
Came home and tried to sleep, but it wasn't going the way I wanted. So I got up and started cooking rice to go with my chicken katsu. Yummy. Way good and put in a movie called Lucky 7. It was a cute romantic flick. I'm getting in that sappy valentine's day mood, ack! :)
Afterwards, I attempted to do my homework. I got as far as re-writing my notes for dance, and then I remembered I had to do my ABC book for Italian. It's just drawing pictures and writing the Italian word for it under the picture. Elementary my dear Watson... elementary. It was fun to draw, I felt like a kid for those brief moments, ha I even expressed my artistic self like I was a kid. My drawings could have been done better by a third grader. Oh wells.
Speaking of expressing my artistic side, iris and I went to Michaels yesterday and got some art supplies to begin to decorate our plain ass apartment. Our apartment is really dull; it reminds me of an insane asylum. I was on the verge of insanity. Lets just hope I find some time to actually create a masterpiece. Yah right. =P
Talk to my mama. Yes I call my mom mama. Sometimes I call her mamajita. It means little mom, and my mom is short so it works. I miss her bunches. I can't wait till she moves back to California. I feel bad when I talk to her and I get frustrated. It's like were coming from two different worlds and either I don't understand her or she doesn't understand me and it leaves me incredibly irritated. I love my mom so much, but we have trouble seeing eye to eye at times. But today we finally met at a level that we were both comfortable with. It was lovely. When we are able to find common ground it reminds me of the times when I was about 3 years old... I don't know how I remember things that long ago, but I do. My mom and I would be at our house and she'd wash the dishes and I'd get up on a chair and help her dry the dishes. I would just blab about anything and she just look at me and smile and just talk. Nice compromise and a great memory. I miss you mama.
Warning Sign / coldplay
A warning sign
I missed the good part, then I realized
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so
A warning sign
It came back to haunt me, and I realized
That you were an island and I passed you by
And you were an island to discover
Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so
And I'm tired, I should not have let you go
Oooooooo
So I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms
And I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms.
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