Today I got a phone call from my best friend from Middle School (who is still my best friend) randomly. It has been about 7 months since we last saw each other, although we live two blocks away. I went over to her house and remembered her birthday was soon, so I congratulated her in advance. Turns out that it was today. I thought it was the third of May. Woah!~
It was an interesting day, catching up with friends and meeting new people. I feel like this is something that I will be doing more often in the future. Everything will be over soon, graduation is only about a month away, and after that everyone will go their own separate ways. It’s a sad, happy, and exciting time in our lives. I can’t wait to leave high school and explore more of the world, but starting something new is always nerve wrecking.
Thinking about all the things that I would start doing on my own (i.e. cooking, cleaning, fixing pipes, buying rat poison) once I am out of the house and doing my own stuff, whatever that might be, is stressful enough, but it is something that is starting now. For instance, after having a lovely time at my friend’s house I came home and did useless stuff around the internet, when suddenly I heard a shuffling going around my room. A papery, disgusting noise of scuttling that could only come from one dreaded being, the kind that is the enemy to all mankind, women especially, that is…. THE ROACH. It has been a while since I last felt such genuine fear and disgust. I stood in the corner of my bed in fear that the intruder was the flying kind. Oh my sweet mother of Dickens, what was I supposed to do? It was late at night and my father was asleep. I felt like screaming, but it felt wrong to disturb sleep, so I muffled my cries. I was desperate though. This creature kept walking around, going through all my books, school work, game consoles, and clothes. It was nearing a giant pile of clothes near the closet. I could not allow it to run inside my closet, who knows where it might end up and then I would never be able to go near there in fear that this beast was multiplying in the comfort of my clothing. I took one of the sandals that I previously threw in a failed attempt at terminating it and slammed it down hard, making his efforts futile. There, under that lonely grey sandal, lies the wretched crushed body of an innocent, but disgusting, insect, the first that I have killed. I wonder as I sit here, staring at what I will have to get my father or mother to clean for me tomorrow, if this is the start of my war with its kind. I just hope not.
Leaving to the airport in a few minutes, so I drew this crappy picture of my suitcase and I since I also had to wake up at 5 am (not early enough, I know, but I had lots of time). I’ll be taking lots of pictures to share, and who knows I might meet a Spanish prince and we can be like in the dramas (I’ll be the maid that drop kicks him every morning and he’ll fall for me because no one has ever hit him and it is a wonderful experience i guess), or maybe I’ll meet Enrique Geum. Yes.
I wish everyone a wonderful spring break and I hope you have lots of brilliant adventures!