Unwell--Matchbox Twenty
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
5:05 PM


I have decided to title each of my posts after a song that currently describes my situation. [: I love Matchbox Twenty and this song happened to fit particularly well. I got the dreaded flu! Apparently it's been going around for a while now but I've just gotten it. Unfortunately, I also lost my voice, which never happens but I'm drinking lots of fluids and hopefully it'll be all gone before the Saturday tournament at Peters.

Being crabby comes hand in hand with being sick so I've been thinking about the type of people I really dislike. I'm thinking of a person in particular but I obviously won't divulge that name here. Anyways, this person complains constantly about his/her life and I have tried to comfort him/her but it's pretty difficult. However, not only does he/she complain 24/7, he/she also brags like crazy. It's hard to see these two traits existing at the same time but apparently it's possible. Anyways, I guess I'll just continue talking to him/her even though every time I do, it feels like a tremendous burden--as if I have a duty to make him/her feel better. But enough about this person...

I don't really have time to post further because I really should be reading Siddhartha but the first page was really dry.

Connie


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This is a tribute to my amazing parents, who often say things that make my day.

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From Dad after I forgot to text/call for a day: "Lost and find connie yuan. Female. 17. Last time found at wei yuan house. Since then, we lost contact"

From Mom: "How are you going today. We miss you. Dad said your group was wired. Connie maybe was kidnapped. You know your dad himself is wired. Mom. [I think she meant "weird" [: This was after my dad dropped me off at camp and saw the mob and was freaked out.]

From Mom after I forgot to text again (oops): "Bad pang pang [fatty--my parents' nickname for me]. You lost again."