today i woke up sick. or so i thought. i had all the symptoms of a cold, and i was miserable as i came down the stairs in my robe.klenex box in hand, i truly believed i was destined for a day on the couch. however, my dad later informed me that grass pollen was off the charts today, and i realized i only had allergies. as we were about to go out to lunch, i took a benedryl and we were off to malay satay hut in redmond. another one of my favorite restaurants. on the way, my throat began to kind of close up and my tongue started swelling a bit. this was the most intense allergic reaction i have had from grass, so i thought i better take another benedryl.
lunch was great, really delicious with 2 noodle dishes, chicken satay, and bread with curry. after we decided to go to a coffee shop for a latte. the cafe was perfect, exactly what you want out of a neighborhood coffee shop. friendly staff, great decor, and lattes in giant cups with hearts made out of the foam. only problem was, i was thoroughly sedated.
the drive to the shop found me nodding off, and when we got there i did my best to wake up, but im afraid the barista must have thought i was loopy as i ordered at a speed comparable to those with less mental capacity. as we waited for my drinks, i tried to make conversation with my dad. we talked about normal things, but i couldnt get any of my ideas to form correctly, my scentences came out slightly confused, and my speach was slurred and slow. in short, i felt like i was drunk and desperately trying to keep it together. it was exactly like the end of a night of drinking, all slow, tired, goofy, and confused. i actually felt embarressed because i was acting so drunk around my dad. guess im not yet comfortable partying with my parents.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
is my head too small?
so, interesting news....
i knew all along that my parents were married one year more than my age. handy little tip, easy to figure out. but i always kinda assumed that meant they were married for a year and then got pregnant.
last night during dinner at thai ginger (oh so yummy restaurant in redmond, on par with saladang quality, but tiny tiny portions) we were talking about how my dads parents got married because of him. so thought a little bit about my bday and their anniversary and realized that my parents got pregnant the first year of marriage. now that sucks, dont you think? i would want a couple years baby free to enjoy married life. but then i actually stopped to count. june, july, august....february. thats only 8 months. and i was a few days late. 8 months. late. my mom was pregnant when they got married?!
my dad didnt quite understand this, as he had always assumed that i was conceived in europe during their honeymoon, as afterwards is when they found out. and when i went home to ask my mom, she had that sheepish smile as she tried to bluff her way out of it. turns out, she was pregnant a whole month before the wedding. and didnt know. she also didnt know during the honeymoon. in france. which means that my mother was drinking alcohol, beer, redwine, champagne, for the first 2 months of my gestation! when i figured this out, i frantically checked the mirror. why yes, my head did seem abnormally small, and didnt i always reverse numbers, and wasnt i oh so forgetful of names, faces, things people said 2 minutes ago? oh my god i had fetal achohol syndrome!
oh how wonderful to have another thing to give my mom a hard time about...
i knew all along that my parents were married one year more than my age. handy little tip, easy to figure out. but i always kinda assumed that meant they were married for a year and then got pregnant.
last night during dinner at thai ginger (oh so yummy restaurant in redmond, on par with saladang quality, but tiny tiny portions) we were talking about how my dads parents got married because of him. so thought a little bit about my bday and their anniversary and realized that my parents got pregnant the first year of marriage. now that sucks, dont you think? i would want a couple years baby free to enjoy married life. but then i actually stopped to count. june, july, august....february. thats only 8 months. and i was a few days late. 8 months. late. my mom was pregnant when they got married?!
my dad didnt quite understand this, as he had always assumed that i was conceived in europe during their honeymoon, as afterwards is when they found out. and when i went home to ask my mom, she had that sheepish smile as she tried to bluff her way out of it. turns out, she was pregnant a whole month before the wedding. and didnt know. she also didnt know during the honeymoon. in france. which means that my mother was drinking alcohol, beer, redwine, champagne, for the first 2 months of my gestation! when i figured this out, i frantically checked the mirror. why yes, my head did seem abnormally small, and didnt i always reverse numbers, and wasnt i oh so forgetful of names, faces, things people said 2 minutes ago? oh my god i had fetal achohol syndrome!
oh how wonderful to have another thing to give my mom a hard time about...
Saturday, May 20, 2006
addictions and vacation
I've definetly got a problem. I'm addicted...
Last night found me anxious. I was all out, and I needed another one, or I couldn't sleep. I looked under my bed, in the guest room, I couldn't find any i hadnt used before. It wasnt until I was in my parents room with a flashlight, moving quietly so as not to wake my mom, rummaging through dusty piles of books that i realized only a truly sad individual would resort to such tactics at midnight in order to get their fix. My name is Kristy, and Im addicted to reading. I need something to read. something good, something worth while, not something sad trashy and juvenile. sorry, but my reading level is not that of an 8 year old. I need reccommendations, and I need them soon, because I leave for oregon on friday, and that will most likely require a LOT of good books. I'm thinking about a trip to the bookstore before I leave, but that will probably run me about a hundred dollars.
Speaking of leaving, I think I finally don't feel like I can live here any more. Its been about a week, and Ive started to become irritable with certain things. i still fit in easily in the family routine, but as much as I love my family, I think i would value weekends home to visit more than living at home.
next friday im off to corvallis, and i dont start work till tuesday or wednesday, so that gives me a few days to get my apt set up and explore the town. im gonna bring my bike down, so i think ill do a lot of running, biking, swimming, and working out at the gym in my brand new apt complex. I swear, after this summer and next year in brand new apts, i'm going to be spoiled...
Last night found me anxious. I was all out, and I needed another one, or I couldn't sleep. I looked under my bed, in the guest room, I couldn't find any i hadnt used before. It wasnt until I was in my parents room with a flashlight, moving quietly so as not to wake my mom, rummaging through dusty piles of books that i realized only a truly sad individual would resort to such tactics at midnight in order to get their fix. My name is Kristy, and Im addicted to reading. I need something to read. something good, something worth while, not something sad trashy and juvenile. sorry, but my reading level is not that of an 8 year old. I need reccommendations, and I need them soon, because I leave for oregon on friday, and that will most likely require a LOT of good books. I'm thinking about a trip to the bookstore before I leave, but that will probably run me about a hundred dollars.
Speaking of leaving, I think I finally don't feel like I can live here any more. Its been about a week, and Ive started to become irritable with certain things. i still fit in easily in the family routine, but as much as I love my family, I think i would value weekends home to visit more than living at home.
next friday im off to corvallis, and i dont start work till tuesday or wednesday, so that gives me a few days to get my apt set up and explore the town. im gonna bring my bike down, so i think ill do a lot of running, biking, swimming, and working out at the gym in my brand new apt complex. I swear, after this summer and next year in brand new apts, i'm going to be spoiled...
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
almost done!
i have to say that im not really looking forward to med school interviews-i kinda feel like i got rather muddled and confused during my mock interview, and it definetly was the worst interview ive ever had. but all said and done, i didnt do too poorly, and i did get to wear my nice new banana republic suit! only thing is, i need to exchange it, and i cant keep the 100 dollar shoes that come with their own dust bag-amazing. it was so much fun to buy that stuff, maybe from now on ill get my thrills by charging really expensive things to my credit card and returning them a week later.
im looking forward to the end of school, but not necessarily for the end of being here. ive finally got a social life back again, and while i miss home and am excited to be there for awhile, i love it here with my friends and im still constantly meeting new people-for a little excitement in my life ;-). and its sad to think that im almost done with my time here. well i'll enjoy my 2 days in LA and then be off for home
im looking forward to the end of school, but not necessarily for the end of being here. ive finally got a social life back again, and while i miss home and am excited to be there for awhile, i love it here with my friends and im still constantly meeting new people-for a little excitement in my life ;-). and its sad to think that im almost done with my time here. well i'll enjoy my 2 days in LA and then be off for home
Monday, May 01, 2006
party eyes
Ive never been very good with 'eye flirting'. In fact, I have a hard time making eye contact with any guy that I dont know, be he attractive or far from it. If a guy catches my eye, I quickly look away, and I am rarely able to hold a gaze for more than a few seconds. I wonder why this is? Im sure its a remnant of my past shyness, proof that I am more intro than extroverted. But the eyes are so intimate, you can exchange so much in a glance, I'm afraid of sharing too much so I look away.
there have been a few times when i have maintained eye contact long enough for the guy to smile as we pass each other on the street. and in that half second, im a 13 yo girl again giddy with the rush of attraction.
i sometimes notice guys looking at me, but im too shy to smile and give them encouragement to talk to me. i stand aloof, alone on a stairway, staring off into space pretending to watch the beerpong game below, and I see guys looking. Theyre wondering why Im standing alone, whats the circumstance that has left me without a conversation, and they perhaps contemplate coming over. but i feel like the unapproachable one, the one who gives off an air of being too good for the party and for all of you, when in reality Im just bored and alone, waiting for my friends to finish making out so I can go home.
there have been a few times when i have maintained eye contact long enough for the guy to smile as we pass each other on the street. and in that half second, im a 13 yo girl again giddy with the rush of attraction.
i sometimes notice guys looking at me, but im too shy to smile and give them encouragement to talk to me. i stand aloof, alone on a stairway, staring off into space pretending to watch the beerpong game below, and I see guys looking. Theyre wondering why Im standing alone, whats the circumstance that has left me without a conversation, and they perhaps contemplate coming over. but i feel like the unapproachable one, the one who gives off an air of being too good for the party and for all of you, when in reality Im just bored and alone, waiting for my friends to finish making out so I can go home.
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