"I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing; kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and I believe in miracles."- Audrey Hepburn

Jan 26, 2013

Daily Note

I have been so low in energy the past few days that I start to think maybe seasonal depression really has hit me ... I have been turning down all the hangouts and parties because all I want to do is curl up in my comfy and warm bed and sleep. During the day, I just want to catch up on all my school work so that I can have time for myself to read and do nothing. I think the habit at home has settled in and now I can't bring myself to be busy again =.= Just thinking about having to get ready for a semi-formal dinner tonight, and being at a party after that drains all the energy from me. Ahhhhh, why am I turning into such a boring person?!?!

On a completely different note, I was unpacking my suitcases  this morning, and opened the food container that my dad packed for me. I remembered telling him: "Dad, I want to bring these food. But if it spills on my clothes and shoes, and bags, I'll cry. Maybe I should not bring them." After I said that, he spent like an hour or more carefully packing all the food for me. They are so ridiculously well-packed that it took me so long to open them =.= And just like that, homesickness started to kick in. What would I do without my parents? I'm too lazy to even bring food for my own sake ... I didn't even get out of the house to go shopping for any of them. I also realized that they packed probably the entire store of vitamin tablets for me, since my doctor told me that I was doing so poorly because of lack of vitamin. They even got different ones for my skin and my hair. It's not like I can't go buy vitamins on my own ...  Speaking of which, I still have no appetite and have no idea when the last time I had a decent meal since I got to the US. Ah, if only I get a homecooked meal now.

See, I know this is going to happen. Every single time I go home for break, I'm turning into such a spoil and fussy child ....

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