My So-Called Life III

It was finally cold: sans-sun. Refreshing, but somehow it felt like reminiscence lurks somewhere in the darker corners formed; however, it seems that, because of the lack of light, there’s little room to hide in imaginary shadows.

Well, that’s how a day could start off, isn’t it?

Typical day: wake up, brush teeth, stare at wall in disgust, take shower, eat breakfast. Oh, and a roommate moved in. It’s been a little less quiet since – what a relief.

Submitted a schedule to an eatery that I’ve submitted my resume to. What makes me feel a little bit odd about was the fact that the manager was able to remember my first name, on a cigarette break, without actually seeing me. I was offered to meet with the manager face-to-face, but asphyxiating in front of her face would have been quite a rude concept, would it not?

I wanted to do laundry yesterday, but I then realized that I had absolutely no change. Damn old laundromat machines. That’s when I asked for change today for laundry.

It just so happens at the same time, my parents, my sister, and my niece made it from their trip to Waterloo, with much anticipation to show them around the area. With much disappointment, I know so little of this place as it is, and nothing seems to ever be open on Sundays. Of all days, why Sunday?

Anyhow, although the days of this week went by like hours, just seeing my family again felt like it’s been months since I’ve been absent from home. Time hit a spring and began to propeller itself backwards.

At some extent, I wished that they had not come, as it reminded me of how much I had missed home. In the other large fraction of extent, I thought the visit was well anticipated.

I did laundry when they came over.

We found ourselves starving for food within hours; we decided to go eat. Why does it seem that I only legitimately try new things when I’m with parents, but feel slightly conservative when I’m with myself? Isn’t the stereotype otherwise?

Dinner finished, my niece got fussy, so I insisted that they go home before hell truly does break loose. At the same time, I wish it would be I that they bring home too. But only to such an extent.

We bid farewell. It was something I would never seem to get used to, because it is always I that bids farewell to people, not people bidding farewell to me. Lots of hugs, lots of hesitation, lots of reminiscence. I bought myself a little bit of time to be there until I decided it was best to go to my nomadism.

I unlocked the door and looked back. Time began to propeller itself forward again.

  1. Advice: Put some dollars into the vending machines and ask for money back, it’ll give it back in quarters.

    Xetzu September 9, 2007 at 6:46 pm
  2. Most vending machines don’t “ask” you for money back, they give you money back automatically. xD Which is why I couldn’t get a snack at school the other day…I only had a $10 bill, and I didn’t want to get $9 back in change. D:

    Kris September 9, 2007 at 6:55 pm
  3. Problem: there are no vending machines anywhere near the dorm. :p

    Franky September 10, 2007 at 6:27 pm
  4. Ask your parents for a surplus of rolled quarters? >_>; Or. Whatever. lolCanadian money. I don’t know what your monetary system is except that it’s more expensive. D:

    Kris September 11, 2007 at 1:42 am
  5. Go to the bank and trade in some money for rolls of quarters. That or just accumulate the spare change at the end of the day in a can or minidrawer, whatever ;)

    Xetzu September 13, 2007 at 9:19 pm
  6. Franky, you should try getting into creative writing. Your literature composition skills are just mind blowing. I’m not sure my comprehension is skilled enough to completely understand your narrative, but I’m guessing you were left at a dorm for college? Are you still in Canada?

    John September 30, 2007 at 5:15 pm