I'm too lazy to post pictures of my shoes. No need to worry though, I'm still keeping up with the project, even if Liz and Tim think I'm cheating by wearing two pairs of shoes in a day. In my defense, I wasn't prepared for the weather and I ended up having very wet feet so in order to alleviate my soggy mood, I changed shoes. I'll take the risk of being called a cheat but I promise you it was for the better.
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I was always told that I needed to keep my living space clean because, if not, people would think that I possess unfavorable characteristics and, ultimately, I'm a bad person that no one will like. I'm not exactly sure what kind of thought process my mom went through to reach this conclusion but this was something that went unquestioned in our house. However, these days, having the luxury of living by myself challenges everything my mother has ever force fed me.
Let me describe the phenomenon- there is a shoe blockade in the kitchen, dead plants in the living room, unopened mail on the counters, trails of clothes, unfolded laundry on the floor, papers, books, empty chip bags and more clothes circling my computer table creates a makeshift workstation alcove. On the walls above my computer are random pieces of paper (that pretty much dictate my life) posting reminders, bills, classes to take, addresses, important numbers and dates. It's a mess. According to my mom's lesson, a man would not want to marry me if he saw my house's condition for himself.
I'd like to associate my wild, ride-or-die way of house life with the fact that I had never really had a room* to myself growing up. I'm just compensating for lost time! There are times when I wonder if I can ever have a roommate again. Would my roommate(s) appreciate my clothing trails or the inspirational quotes that I place in strategic places to get me through the day?
As a self titled psychologist specializing in my personal mental health, I'd like to think that my messiness is attributed to my loneliness. I know I don't say I'm lonely but my actions -manifested through my weariness of my dead/dying plants or refusal to do laundry- call for people's company. I could be a good host. Take a shower, have a bagel, pet my stuffed dog, it doesn't matter. I know the messiness isn't the real me, so save me from my clothing trails!
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Dusten turned 24 today (or yesterday in his part of the world). I'm sure you all have questions concerning our relationship (both romantic and platonic). For those of you who don't know, Dusten and I were in the program in Beijing when I studied abroad last Fall. To avoid a ridiculous tangent and share my life story, I'll just put it simply- we like each other. To illustrate how much we like each other let me provide you with an example. It's been over 5 months since I've left China. Throughout this entire time, Dusten and I have been communicating with each other almost daily. Doesn't that demonstrate dedication? For those of you who knew me during the years of the Eamon-era, you know how important communication within the relationship was to me (or lack thereof at the time).
While I have the capacity to produce a lengthy narrative on why I like Dusten or should celebrate him, I will not do so in fear of appearing to be a hopeless romantic. Instead, I will do what I do best.
Top 5 真的 Qualities I Like In Dusten**: (真的=really,seriously)
1. He has no shame in pooping/puking and will gladly describe the respective movement in great detail.
2. He will wear the same thing over and over for months at a time.
3. Pretentious asshole (although I say otherwise, I have a special place in my heart for the type)
4. Cave dweller
5. He will 真的 fight me.
And to celebrate his glory:
This is a picture of him flossing his teeth during our trip to Qinghai/Gansu/Tibetan regions. Look at that hair!
In two months he'll be coming to Seattle. I think you will all like him. He is very handsome.
I need to do homework. Have a good night everyone.
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*I once had a "room" that had no closets or a door that my mom used to do the ironing in or store her sewing materials. Instead of a door, I had a fake Mickey Mouse fabric that hung over the doorway.
**There are better reasons why I like him but I wanted to save you all the discomfort.
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