I think I might secretly be jealous of Farhad.

Because he can do so many things.

Like... fix cars, do plumbing, fix furniture, fix everything, run very far and very fast, do chin-ups, do push-ups, and play the piano.

Also he is one of the most skilled drivers in existence.

And everyone seems to like him.

Because he does not mind making people laugh at his own expense.

Oh, and also he fixes things for them.

 

 

Also, I want stop stopping myself from learning things just because those things are not useful.

I'm going to spend my time learning whatever interests me.

 

 

Me: *pounds on Piano*

Farhad: "It's driving me nuts."
Me: "What?" *pounds on Piano*

Farhad: "It's driving me nuts!!"
Me: "..... What?"
Farhad: "You should stop, it's driving me nuts."

Me: "Piano is not very good for my hearing. It's so loud."
Farhad: "...That's what the center pedal is for."

Me: "......No, YOU center pedal, for! HA!"

Farhad: "... Nice comeback."

Me: "Thanks! I totally owned you!"

 

NOTE TO FUTURE SELF:  Mmmm... 你今天笑過了嗎?

 

I love Bluenotes.

Love, love, love!!

I always find stuff that I want in there.

 

I also did something I thought I would never do.

I bought the same shirt in 5 colors.

Omigosh.

But it is a rather plain shirt, just so useful and looks nice in so many colors.

And I know I will wear them all.

I have clothing phases, where I am mad about one shirt or one pair of shoes or one skirt and I'll wear it all the time until I get over it.

 

 

It is really cold and windy.

On my way to Bluenotes I saw a baby dressed in so many layers that his arms were held out straight in front of him, stiff.

He could not bend his arms.

It was lol for me all the way into the mall.

 

 

 

 

So Farhad and I went to buy an electric hair trimmer for PiPi.

 

I spent 45 minutes sitting in the bath tub, cutting PiPi's hair.

Two minutes into the process, my mom claims that she is going to go grab the vaccum cleaner.

She did not come back until the end.

When I called her.

Three times.

 

I did a pretty good job, if I must say so myself.

Despite the two tiny little bald spots where she suddenly decided to lean onto the trimmer.

 

 

I did some of the personality tests on my dog from the puppy book Farhad gave me.

Apparently we have a "Very Active" dog. (As opposed to "Agressive", "Normal", or "Shy".)

 

Also, the book says that our dog is overly spoiled.

Food-wise and toys-wise.

 

Our dog does not take rules and commands seriously because we have multiple household leaders and do not keep the rules consistant.

 

PiPi needs less attention but more freedom.

 

Thank you, book.

 

 

Me: "The orange ones are called honeydew. What are the green ones called?"

Farhad: "Cantaloupe."
Me: "...Isn't that an animal?"

Farhad: "That's antaloupe."

Me: "Oh."

 

However, it turns out that the green ones are called honeydew, and the orange ones are called cantaloupe.

 

 

 

We are doing eye exercises.

 

Me: "It says... place one index finger a foot from your face, the other at arm's length."

Farhad: "Okay, and?"
Me: "This hurts my finger."

Farhad: "Here, I'll hold my fingers out for you, you look."

Me: "Okay... Next... Focus on the finger at arm's length, and notice that the finger closer has become two images. Then focus on the closer finger. The finger at arm's length should become two images. Repeat ten times."

Farhad: "Okay, try it."

Me: *Stares at Farhad's fingers*

Farhad: "You're so lazy that I have to hold my fingers up for you..."

 

Five minutes later.

Farhad: "...So?"
Me: "Mmmm... You have weird looking fingers."

 

 

My Savior.

My Hope.

My Miracle in the darkness.

 

What I place all my faith upon.

 

In times of sickness, it is their strength that pulls me though.

I firmly believe in Nyquil + Halls.

 

Me: AaaaaCHOO! .... *sniff* ... AaaaCHOOO!!! AaaCHOO!!!

Sister: "Are you sick?"

Me: *With stuffy nose* No, it's just my allergies.

 

And then I started to cough a lot and sneeze even more.

So OK, I was wrong, it is not allergies.

 

 

Erica suggests that we go sing karaoke.

Hmm... OK.

 

We eat some pretty good Taiwanese food and then go to K Fever.

Trying to appear cool, I pick all my normal songs and hit all my high notes.

 

 

Nina: "Don't give that cold to me."
Me: "I'll try." *Sneezes*

 

PiPi: Rawrrff!!!

Me: NO! No barking!

 

 

THURSDAY:
I have now lost my voice.