I just finished sleeping. Relay For Life was completely draining because many people and I pulled an all-nighter. An all-nighter of torturous walking.
Relay For Life is an event for fundraising of the American Cancer Society. The service clubs at my school (or at least; Octagon, Interact, and Red Cross) went this year. And I signed up to be in the Octagon team, even though I helped Interact a lot.
Walking was tiring. I was hungry, mostly.
There was a drag contest. One of my friends was the team’s person in drag.
The place this all took place had a weather in extremes, the day was too hot, and it went to an extremely cold night, going on to a hotter but annoyingly windy dawn. Hot, cold!
I think I’m going to sleep again.
At least my birthday isn’t on the most depressing day of the year, but it’s not like this birthday is very special.
My parents are Asian parents who are cheap. Really cheap.
In the past few years, they’ve developed a “It’s your birthday, let’s go somewhere special!”-thing. But they don’t really go anywhere interesting. In fact, they decide, always, to pick somewhere we go every week. It’s like saying that on a special occasion, a student should go to their normal classes to celebrate.
Their argument is that they spent money. So? You didn’t spend any more than if it was a regular day.
My parents have spent more money going to a restaurant on a whim than on special occasions.
Right now, we’re arguing on where we should go for dinner, with my parents rejecting every idea that’s not “Let’s just get take-out from the regular place.”
Happy new year!
I’ve been contemplating Wordpress suicide (and restart, dur) lately, feeling that I’ve just not been motivated. At all. You know the feeling. I just want to make a brand new theme, and focus on actually doing something.
Of course, that usual queasy feeling of “Oh-no! Deleting all entries and lions and tigers and bears? The terror!” So I’ve contemplated and contemplated; trying for an answer, WP suicide (plus restart), or continue with this miserable excuse of a blog?
I HAVE CHOSEN.
I’m just going to continue with this miserable excuse of a blog, hell yes.
Just get ready for a new layout. One that will dazzle, one that will shine, one that will tell you that I’m not just a pussy who is afraid of deleting anything. I will overcome, yo.
This fresh, but not so fresh, feeling may or may not have come with the new-ness of the year. And I having missed the count-down by a minute and a half.