Recently, I've undertaken the task of cleaning my room again. Now, some people may know me as a very messy person, but I actually really like cleaning, if I have the time. My room was very clean at the beginning of the school year. So much so that I was very proud of it, actually. But, then Jade and I worked on our door decorations for our floor as well as our humongous, one-piece (meaning we took one big piece of paper that was the same size as our bulletin board, and just glued everything to it) bulletin board in my room for like three days in a row for countless hours. My room didn't recover for weeks: there was paper EVERYWHERE!!! But, in time, I cleaned it. Then, I don't remember why, it got really messy again. I cleaned it again, right before my parents came for Thanksgiving. It was fine for a week or so, but then Jade and I stuffed these stockings my mom made for everyone on my floor (which we never ended up giving out.... Sad, all that work for nothing...), and my floor was littered with pieces of packaging from the stuff we stuffed them with as well as all of these stockings just in the middle of the floor. It was gross... I felt like I was gonna clean it before I went home for break, but because my weekend before leaving was so busy, I never got around to it, so I left with a really really really gross room. It was so gross, I thought that something was gonna grow in it over break. When I came back, nothing had grown, but it was still gross. So, my room has been like that the rest of the quarter up until yesterday. I'm really proud of myself!!! I'm probably 2/3 there: almost everything is sorted and thrown away, but I just need to vacuum (REALLY BAD), clean my wash my bed sheets again, and I want to rearrange my room. I've wanted to rearrange my room for a long time now. It's just not working for me now. But once I get it cleaned, I feel like I can finally have people over again, because I do have lots of space and chairs for entertaining. If only I had a couch.....
But, for all of you who remember my room Freshmen year, was it really that bad? I personally don't think I was the messy one in the room, if you know what I mean. I thought it was really fun having people over to play Mario Party or watch movies/TV shows. Sophomore year, though, my room was DISGUSTING, and that was all my fault, I admit. I think it was just because I felt no sense of attachment to it because I was going abroad and everyone else's room was so much cooler.
Does anyone have any fun cleaning stories/quirks? Any tips? Any motivational words for me???
All my life, I have been asking questions. This is for many reasons: I need help right away, I'm curious, and (the most common reason) I'm unsure about something. In grade school, I'd always ask questions. It would mainly stem from the fact that I wanted to make sure that what I was doing was right. In 6th grade, my teacher got so annoyed with me that she forbid me from asking anymore questions. WTF?!?! I think that's when I started going downhill as far as being ambitious about learning. If I can't ask questions, I can't be curious! Now, whenever I am asked by people if they have any questions for me, I can't think of anything!!! Thanks a lot, 6th grade teacher.... Still, though, questions are a part of my style. Whenever writing papers (or doing creative writing), I tend to put a lot of questions in it. I believe that it keeps the readers engaged and allows them to know what I am thinking. Does that make sense???
I have questions for all who read this post: 1.) Who do you think has had the biggest influence on your life between the ages of 10 and 14? 2.) When confronted with a choice, do you go for the one with the biggest reward, or the one with the lower risk? 3.) If you could take one item onto a deserted island that you'd have to live on for the rest of your life, what would it be (and no "a boat" or beacon answers)? 4.) What question do you most want answered? 5.) What would you do if you were sent back in time to the day you were born? 6.) Do you feel like you are completely honest with people and that there is someone on this earth that truly knows you, good and bad?
That's all the questions I have! Remember, questions can lead to answers if you ask the right questions at the right time. Life would be so boring if we knew everything already, wouldn't it?
So here we are, a new year, a new start... hopefully! 2008 was, in my opinion one of the best years of my life. Having reached the age of 20, the culmination of the end of the second decade of my life was filled with many splendors. It was also filled with many, MANY firsts, which are too numerous to go through with here. I also learned so much about myself. Needless to say, 2008 was amazing, even without really trying. I have felt like for a large portion of my life, I have been on auto-pilot, especially from Junior year in high school. I'm happy to report that this is going away!!! Yay!!! So, what are my wishes/goals for the new year?
1.) Get my academic act together: Improve my grades, figure out how I'm going to graduate, look into grad school, etc. 2.) Improve my Japanese: Study more on my own, talk to more Japanese people, etc. 3.) Become more connected with all my friends, even if they aren't where I am at the time: I've done a horrendous job keeping up with old friends, but hopefully that will change.
What are all of your wishes for the new year? Did you enjoy last year?
Finally, I leave you with my favorite photos from last year, one for each month, in reverse order. Enjoy!
So I was searching what little Japanese artists they have on iTunes, when I came across a cover of one of my favorite songs, The Love Bug by m-flo and BoA. The cover was weird when I first clicked on it. It sounded hip, urban, and world. Like nothing I ever heard before. The band was BAGDAD CAFE THE trench town. I looked up some of their videos, and really liked them! I wish I could get a copy of their CD.... I'll have to check Kinokuniya when I get back.... Well, enjoy!
So, as many of you know, my family came last week to Seattle to visit me during Thanksgiving break. I haven't had Thanksgiving with my immediate family since I was a senior in high school (High School Musical 3: Senior Year!!!), so I was really looking forward to this. I love my family so much and I appreciate everything they do for me. Being of Catholic/European/Pseudo-South American descent culturally, family is always emphasized, but not over emphasized, you know? Like I was never forced to spend certain days with my family, but I always wanted to and it just seemed natural. At Mass, during the sign of peace, I feel perfectly natural kissing my family, which I always thought everyone did @_@. I really don't care being called a "momma's boy" or whatever (my 7th grade teacher called me that once. What a biscuit. Maybe she said this because she had no womb so could never have kids. I hope you're happy now, Mrs. Maahs...) and thought it weird that people in high school had rocky relationships with their parents, who pretty much did and bought everything for them. So yeah, I really love my family.
I was VERY excited also for the time period in which I haven't seen them. Before I left for Japan, I only had 6 days back home, all of which were spent in a car driving to get stuff ready for Japan, and my Dad wasn't even there (he was in New York taking care of my grandma). Then, I went to Japan for 4 months, came back August 6, and went back to Seattle a mere two and a half weeks later. So, that's seeing my family for 24 days within the past 10 or so months. For me, that's really REALLY hard, so when Tuesday, rolled around, I was definitely anticipating them.
It happened that they came in during the time I was serving Mass, so they walked in half-way through Mass. When I saw them, I couldn't contain my smile (man, the more I write the cheesier I sound. Gosh, why does anyone read this stuff???), but I was on the altar, so I couldn't do anything, which was fine. But during the sign of peace, when I'm supposed to be setting up the altar, my dad walks right up to the altar and tries to shake my hand. Now, for those of you who don't know, my dad is one of the most annoying men alive. He's a Brooklyn Ginni with no shame for anything he does. After that, I wasn't so excited anymore. Being away for so long with my family on top of mainly hanging out with my family when I am with them, I failed to remember how embarrassing they are in front of non-family members. OMFG! Where is this going to go the rest of this week???
So, the first thing I did was show them my room and Xavier in general. We go down to the basement and see a fellow RA and someone else I know, and as my brother goes through the door, he says, really loudly and vulgarly, "This place is the tits". What the hell is your problem, Will??? In case you haven't guessed, my brother has no class.... AT ALL!!! Thanksgiving day, my supervisor was in the basement, and I wanted him to meet my family. But remember the previous incident, I decided against it. My family was just that embarrassing. They have no sense of tact and what is appropriate and inappropriate first time meeting conversations. They just say whatever without giving much thought to anything. Basically, I wanted to DIEwhen meeting anyone in the company of my family. Luckily, at the time, my brother was gone, so I thought it wouldn't hurt so much if my parents met my supervisor. It was pretty standard. You'd think that my dad being a principal for 20 some years that he'd know how to handle meeting new people and making a good impression.... This is why I like the West Coast SOOOO much better than the East Coast. They're just too forward there....
Anyways, the biggest thing I was worried about was Thanksgiving dinner, which my mom so generously offered to let me invite 6 additional guests! How would my family handle this situation, especially based on the fact that everyone came from a background my family never really encountered/hung out with much. Would my mom ask too personal of questions? Would my dad make an off-color joke? Would my brother be an all-around ASS like usual???Luckily, my mom was on her best behavior (and best cooking ability! It was so delicious!!!), my dad make a funny off-color joke that people laughed at, and my brother was pretty much not present. All-in-all, it was a really great, relaxing time and the best possible merger of my home life with my social life.
I thought it would be smooth sailing from there with just one more day left, but it wasn't... My dad is really controlling when it comes to food. He has to choose everything, he has really weird rules regarding when you can eat and how much, and he thinks that everyone in the family has his taste (they don't....). So when I wanted to take my family to an Ethiopian restaurant (which they have never been to, but I go to all the time, so I wanted to show them a part of my new life here) but my dad, for whatever reason, didn't want to go, it turned into this unnecessarily divisive thing. I had to drag them there. My dad was silent and huffy and shaking his head the entire time he was there. He kept saying he had stomach problems, even though it wasn't true. On and on, he'd complain about what a horrible experience it was. I kept asking my mom what the hell his problem was??! It was a new cultural experience I thought they'd all like, but just because it wasn't his choice and it was too "expensive" (even though it was the cheapest thing we ate and I "paid" for most of it [my mom paid me back :-D Thanks mom!]), he had to ruin the evening by saying how horrible it was. I was furious with him, but he seemed to not care. Later, since they had to check-out of the place they were staying, they hung out in Xavier. My dad was on his laptop in the lobby (where we get wi-fi) looking at his lots on eBay, something he had spent countless hours doing during the short time he was here in Seattle, which was I guess was nice because it gave the rest of us time to cool off. In my room, I was also pissed off at my brother for egging my dad on against me, so it was pretty much silence for an hour. But then, for whatever reason, I turned on Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and the three of us (my mom, brother, and I) got really into it. We watched it to its completion and felt a lot happier. It's funny how something as mindless as watching TV can bring families closer together and in essence end pettiness.
Their flight was at 12:40 that night, but for whatever reason, they left my room about 5 hours before the flight -_-;; I had accidentally scratched the rental car picking up my friends even though I told my dad I shouldn't drive, as I haven't done it in over half a year and have never EVER driven in Seattle. Because of this (he actually didn't freak out as much about this as would have been normal, probably because he knew it was his fault for letting me drive), he thought he had to get to the car rental place super early, but my mom told me it was taken care of as soon as they got there and they got through security about 3 hours before their flight. I was kind of glad they were gone. It was a peaceful time that I could spend by myself in the quiet dorm.
My family.... I love them to death, but gosh they are annoying and embarrassing.... But I guess that's to be expected and really obvious. Hopefully by understanding my family, you can understand me.
Why am I so boring? What do I have going for me? What is going on in my life? Nothing. I'm so boring. I need something to make me not boring. I need a new skill or something. Something that can make me stand out. Does driving 25 minutes to Dairy Queen, getting blizzards, and taking 2 hours to drive back not sound fun to you? Well, that's fun for me. Maybe for me to be less boring, I should make everyone else change their definition of fun. That seems a lot more feasible than making me less boring. Bleh...... That's all I have to say.... ever.... What is my problem? That say if you're bored, you're boring. Well, I'm bored right now so therefore I'm boring..... Life....... Goals.... Whatever
