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feeling: bored
listening to: Cover Girls - Wishing on a Star
It's really cute how much my nephew seems to like me. Every time he sees me, especially when he first arrives here or after we've been apart for several minutes/hours, he smiles real big and waves and engages in these little laughing contests we have. He'll make a really short, staccato "Ha!" sound, and I'll mimic it, and he'll do it again, and we just keep going back and forth for minutes on end. It's pretty funny~ Also when someone else is holding him and I hold out my arms to take him, he actually reaches out for me. He never used to do that... usually he'd just smile and grab the hands of whoever was about to pick him up. But he actually reaches out for my shoulders... and the other day he was awakened too early from a nap (by the phone), which usually makes him cry and stuff, but I was sitting nearby and he actually tried to crawl out of my mom's arms reaching for me. He actually fussed and whined until she gave him up, then I took him and he was happy.
*feels all warm and fuzzy*
Pardon my babbling. I'm not used to having babies like me, let alone choose me when other people are around to choose from. :P It's probably just because I look so much like his dad though, heh... his wife's dad (nephy's other grandpa) said that if my hair was short, or if my brother's was long, he'd have never been able to tell us apart. He's right... I think the only differences in our looks are in body size (he's thinner, muscular-er, shorter-legged, and older by 6 years), hair length, and our smiles. Well, not even that, really... only difference between our smiles is that I still have 2 primary/baby teeth on top and he doesn't. Anyway, everyone also says the baby looks exactly like my brother. Who looks much like me. Hmmmm. ¬u¬
Lord, this is sad. I'm too proud an aunt for my own good. By the way, have I ever posted this here? I think I have, but there it is anyway. :P
Bluh. The booming city of Richmond Dale, with all 5 or so streets that compose it, is having its annual Salt Creek Valley Festival this weekend. Which means my church along with the others in the town will be holding morning service all as one congregation, and outdoors. I wish I could just stay home. Because I can't sit out there in the broiling heat to listen to a sermon for an hour plus. I can't even sit that long in our air conditioned sanctuary without nodding off, which is why I always go to an unused back room and hide out with my folder full o' drawings and my favorite pencil. :P Anyway, since I can't sit through that outdoor service and keep my sanity - or stay awake - I have to either wander around the festival, which composes all of one street corner, or sit around in my church waiting for my parents to come back so we can go home. And usually dad wants to stay after the service to wander around, since he's very invoved with the church and the local school (he's school board president), so I usually have to wait around even longer. There's really nothing to do there except wander aimlessly around with a small group of friends marvelling at the patheticness of Richmond Dale's biggest (and only) festival... but since I don't have a group of friends to wander with, that's out for me. And if you're someone who wants to counter that statement, please feel free to leave me a comment about it. :P Anyway... I wish I could just stay home... I wish that every Sunday morning. Only reason I go to church anymore is for Sunday school, which happens to come before the worship services I can't sit through... starts at 9:30. >_< And, the only reason I go to that EVERY Sunday is because of my perfect attendance record. For several years there, either my parents forced me to go to church or going was actually fun, which led to me getting 13 years of Sunday school perfect attendance. Minus a day per year or so, which is allowed. Well, I'll complete my 14th year in November of this year... and if I don't make it just that far, my mom will go nuts. After that I'll likely slack off a little, but I'm too close now not to finish up my year.
In short... I wish I didn't have to go to the fest this Sunday morning. But I'm sort of obliged. =_=
In other news... there is no other news. As is the case most of the time, this blog is merely a ramble put together so I could work off some extreme boredom. I'm not complaining about the boredom, mind you, because in a couple weeks when I'm back at college, I'll be sorely missing this pathetic summer life of mine. :p The only thing I don't like about my "summer life" is that no matter how hard I try, I can't wake up before like, noon, without being miserable the rest of the day. No matter what time I go to bed. I mentioned that in my last post, I believe. But it really sucks, because I don't like sleeping much later than 10, and I would prefer to b eup well before that so I can get more done, but... I just can't. Even if I go to bed before midnight, I still can't successfully wake up before 11. Worst part is, I have barely over one week left before I have to get into a routine of waking by 7:30 every single morning. -_- I hate school.
No, I don't. I like college. It's not as brutal as many make it out to be. Maybe that's just because I prepared myself for the worst before I started and then had an easy first quarter... but anyway. It has its stresses, but to me, it's leagues better than high school. I despised high school with the greatest of passions. I don't even like going to my former high school's sporting events and the like because it puts me back in that Hell-on-earth environment where I was judged on the most petty of bases and had a reputation within a year that I had to keep up or else become an even larger target for judgmentality. I do like college. I just don't like all the homework, exams, lack of leisure time, and lack of available nephew-visiting time. T_T And this past year I learned that I also don't like being required to have a major. Life was so much easier when all I had to worry about was what GEC (general requirements) to take when. Now I have many required classes that are only offered certain quarters, which limits the time I have to take them along with the honors and/or advanced level GECs I have to take to stay in honors so I won't have to do a senior thesis... and I only have 2 years left to get them all out of the way. Bottom line is I'll be lucky to graduate in spring 2004 like I'm supposed to; not because of poor grades, but because of scheduling problems and classes that are only offered at certain times. And after I do graduate any jobs that I'll be able to get will be limited to the field in which my major specialized. And really, how many openings are there in the Japanese-language job market that don't involve teaching?
The good thing is, the highest math level I'm required to take as a Japanese major is pre-calculus. >:D
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 9/13/2002 12:43:00 AM
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