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| A love letter:
Hey Joe,
How are you? I'm doing pretty well. We haven't seen each other recently and I'm really sorry about that! I've been on winter break for the last few weeks, so maybe that's why we haven't been able to spend our mornings together. I miss you though. I miss how you make me feel, alive, energized, warm, satisfied. And oh my goodness, I miss the way you smell. I miss how you smell and I especially miss it when I wake up and I drag myself out of bed and I just miss the way you smell cause you filled the apartment with such anticipation and made my days start off so much better. I'm sorry it's been so long since we last met in the afternoons, when I needed a pick-me-up and you were always there, keeping me warm or maybe even cool. It really just depended on the day. In the last few days, I've craved for you early in the evenings and I sometimes went to great lengths to find you, but it's really not the same when I can't find my black mug and I can't have as much of you as I'd like cause my family is around and I'd be scolded for overindulging. I'll see you soon though, I promise. School starts up soon and when it does, you'll be the first thing I reach for in the morning.
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This was inspired by @CaKaLusa -- Thanks!
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| of a liquor store was not exactly my classiest moment.
Normally, I am a "one and done" kind of girl. I have a beer and that's it. But yesterday night, after my best friend bought some vodka, I just sat in the passenger seat and drank from the bottle.
Having a best friend like her makes me feel so blessed and lucky. Who else is going to sit in 20° weather and listen to drunk me ramble about depressing stuff AND let me drink her vodka?
Incidentally, I came home, showered, and had a beer after that. Am I the only one whose face turns red after drinking light beers? My face gets really red after having just a few sips of light beer but won't get red until I finish a whole dark beer. Asian flush, why are you so picky?
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| Texas needed rain so bad this summer, especially south Texas. Although I spent the summer up north for some research stuff, I heard from family and friends that Texas was incredibly hot this summer. Having spent last summer in Austin (where it was over 100F for over 80 days), I am not surprised in the least. But it rained today! It's actually been raining for the last few days and it's wonderful.
I love rain. I like to imagine that the ground is suddenly being relieved from its parched state, like the whole "quench your thirst" thing that Sprite used to do. I like the sounds of rain and feeling rain on my skin. Best of all, I love the smell of rain, before, during, and after it rains. You know how there are scented products that smell like "fresh rain" and "after the rain" stuff? I hate them! That's not how it smells after it rains. Post rain, the air is cool and light, filled with the smell of earth and something very soothing. Rain-themed scented products are just poor imitations.
My windows are open and every now and then, a breeze blows by that brings in the post rain air and smells that I love so much. It's days like this that I realize just how incredibly stressed and tired I've been in the last few weeks. With the start of the new school year, I forget what it's like to enjoy the little things in life. The rain is a nice reminder.
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| I've walked in on the same student binging in the restrooms for the fifth time now. Why did I wait till it happened 5 times? Because I didn't want to assume anything and timed my bathroom visits to "coincidentally" run into this student to make sure I wasn't jumping to conclusions.
I gave her my email address and told her that she could email me if she felt like she needed to talk to someone. I also gave her the card for the Health and Counseling Services of the university. Then, I walked upstairs to an RA's room and convinced her to talk to the RA. I am sure the RA will know how to handle this better than me, as they are trained for these kinds of situations.
I really hope she's going to be okay. I wish I could do more.
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| The other day, my siblings and I went out to eat at a fancy place at home because my sister won a free 7-course meal from work. And my experience went as follows:
1. Restaurant had one man solely devoted to keeping my glass filled who looked genuinely surprised every time I said, "Thank you."
2. Server changed my silverware every time a new meal was brought out, also seemed genuinely surprised everytime I said, "Thank you." By the way, why are you changing my silverware EVERY TIME I finish a plate? Honestly, I don't mind if my soup spoon for one soup is used for another soup.
3. Restaurant had really dark lighting and I couldn't take a decent shot of the food at all!
4. Menu was full of food that I could not, for the life of me, figure out how to correctly pronounce.
The food was really good! However, I found it really disconcerting to have someone completely attentive to my every single movement, especially the silverware thing! I honestly am just there to eat, not there to be served for every whim. I am probably totally missing the point of fine dining. Obviously, it's about the food, the atmosphere, and the superb service, but honestly, I just want the good food.
If I am ever fortunate enough to go to a fine dining establishment, I'm just going to bring my own silverware, for real--that and probably look up all those words that I couldn't pronounce.
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