Dood...I am one sick girl. Today was a melancholy day...lots of waiting, lots of driving,
lots of rain. Spent the day with my mother, brother and sister, then had dinner with my mother's
side of the family at Kamei.
People who read my journal often wonder if it's just me, my [little] brother, and mother. No. There's 5 of us. Mom, dad, older brother, younger sister. It seems though, that I only write about my mother and brother. . .and I can only say that they annoy me somewhat. I still love then, however...
[Queue creepy sicko theme]
My brother is one of those people who knows me so well that he can press all my buttons. He knows me all too well too, and he does this so often that today I schemed about emptying a bottle of Nair into his conditioner. When his hair thinned, I thought I would pat him on the back, and tell him that he'd "be okay, it's only hereditary". When he was balding, I'd softly say, "Charles...maybe you have cancer or something."
Yep. Jess is one sick puppy. ;p I'm sure Jerry would appreciate this humor. Mark even laughed when I told him just now...
Mark puts it this way: I resent my brother for the double standards, priority and stature he is given by my parents. I know this is partially true. I grew up with this hope of all things being fair, everyone on the same playing field...but the unfairness is deep rooted, in my own backyard. My brother will always be the older, the only boy.
He can crash my father's car, lose another car in stocks, come home late at night, and live off my parents his entire life....and no matter what I do, I cannot get out of his shadow. I will always be, just a girl.
It rained a lot more outside my car window.
My sister is quirky. We always complain that she does not speak enough, and that when she speaks, she speaks too softly, and her words are lost in the buzz of the room. This is a "conversation" that took place after we'd been out at Costco, lunch, and T&T. I sat down and ate a lemon wafer. She sat downa nd drank a glass of milk...
Me: Ewww. Groww man. You're drinking milk from the morning that's been sitting out for 4 hours?
Yeah my sister is a sicko. "One sister for sale. One sister. She doesn't talk much..
It is true how when you trust someone with your heart, you miss them. Might I also note, that the second character of trust is "letter", which is also used in the "word" for a savings / credit union.
The Chinese language is so much more...descriptive that way, it is beautiful and intricate and somewhat intriguing, like a puzzle.
Only one more day to school. I really enjoyed this winter break..the extra week was relaxing for the soul, and yet I barely had any time to be bored. Unfortunatley every morning I've woken up, I can almost hear the sound of a cash register ringing in my ears. I don't think I have gone terribly over budget, but I have been spending a lot more money than usual lately. It hurts.