you forget they’re just kids.

I love Selena.

a fat weekend

My sister’s second to last weekend! I shared a testimony/devotional at morning prayer. Ask me how it went! Karen and Evan brought 85C to new council training, just as I was craving it. Yes, at 7 in the morning. My sister and I took Lola out for a perfectly Korean meal at Ktown’s city center with my parents, wandered around the Grove, drove to Alan’s to show off Lola to his nieces (wish I had pictures! It was too funny), ate a perfectly homemade bowl of Pho (I vow to never eat a regular bowl of Pho again...do you know how much lard goes into that soup base?), Kohls for a $3 cardigan (my favorite old-lady bargain store), Donut Man (best tiger tail in the world) Old Town Pasadena for my 21 choices fix, then back home. We conked out immediately. Lola did first.

If you only knew what was in that box. Nope, not a peach donut, not a strawberry donut.

I love it when my sister’s home. It means so much more than getting fat.

congratulations, david!

She wowed the crowd with her award-winning speech. Valedictory victory!! Haha I love saying that. Welcome to the real world! You looked fab. My sister says this pictures captures our styles so well lol.

swimming piggies

I will be one of these babies at the end of the month. Not in the bahamas though, but in a swimming pool in the desert. Prairierie, it’s like our halloween costume senior year!

what happens when parents are out of the house

My parents are living it up. They’re rarely home; they go out square dancing two times a week, hang out with their elderly white friends at the taco shop, and go to countless bible studies. Thus, I am home alone with the monkeys. And this is what goes down.

Party on the dining table! woot woot!

stuff around the house

A bed of lettuce with a grazing animal.

Story of my life.

that’s what milo said!

Follow my sister on Pinterest!

creepy british humour

Ed Sheeran – Lego House (Official Video) from Ed Sheeran on Vimeo.

OK, this one, you gotta watch.

crushin

 

 He’s got a funny nose, he smirks too much. He lives across the states but whenever I hear his voice, it’s like he’s singing for no other purpose than to woo my soul.  I try googling him, looking for more photos, videos, but each time, he crashes my browser.  I can’t help but giggle. My sister can’t help but giggle. The boy at my church who attended school with him can’t help but giggle that I giggle at Eric. I wave my arms wildly, slap my thighs with laughter, hug the near stranger standing next to me all the while I think about him.

Boy, does that tie make me cringe!

 

 

 

storage

My sister turned my bedroom into a storage room. Once she comes back home, I will have no room to stay. The daughter of man has no room to lay her head. Boxes and boxes of fragile vases, jars, picture frames. What for? Why don’t you ask her since she tells me, “for parties!” but refuses to allow me to bring anyone over because our house smells like Lola. I love opening her purchases and finding treasures inside. I had to hide the receipt for this one or else Mom would have a hernia. Who knew string and glitter could be so expensive! Even so, pretty things make me happy.

back to business

Source: h-akanai.tumblr.com via Katie on Pinterest

 

Thousand Oaks is not as big of a curse as I want to think it is.

1. I usually make a gas stop at the ARCO on Carmenita and Rosecrans before my hour and a half drive out there on Sunday nights. Once, a big, black security guard looked over at me, and casually mentioned his super long, rough day. I told him that my night was still not over (at 10pm)–I still had to make the long drive out to TO. He gasped and said he felt really bad for me, and I heard him sigh, “she’s got it worse than me.” I thank God that I was able to make this man feel better about his situation. Yesterday, also at the same ARCO, a gentle white man leaned across his pump and gave me a “You’re Special” valentines-type card. Except it was a Jesus track. Not cool that I have “pagan” written all over my face. But I’ll just think that Jesus really does think I’m special.

2. The judge for my jury duty had pity on me. I had to stand up to the judge and tell her why I could not come back for another round of jury selection the following week. “Ma’am, I have a huge exam on Friday and since the trial will go past Friday, I cannot return on this day. Would you please allow me to postpone. It would be a huge financial burden to cancel the test and have to retake another one.” She yelled at me, “Not a valid excuse! I expect to see you again at the required time.” I squeaked back, “Also my job is in Thousand Oaks and it’s too hard for me to drive back and out again!” She looked up and asked, “Wow, really? You drive out and stay out there for the week?” I nodded timidly. “I will allow you to postpone for the following week.” Yay for another 4 day weekend.

Thousand Oaks is full of a thousand blessings! (I do hope I can get out of here before I hit my 3rd blessing.)