Dear Rai,
My weekend went well. The weather cleared up and Houston was able to get some sun and a bit of warmth. I spend most of Saturday writing up a lab report for my Biochemistry lab, hit 10 pages. During lunch time I went shopping to refresh my stock of fruits and veggies. Due to the harsh weather in other countries, the store did not carry the strawberries that I needed for my lunches. I found my green grapes, baby carrots, and grape tomatoes, but I needed another fruit. I wasn’t interested in the oranges as they can be messy, so all that was left were apples. As I looked at the different types of apples, I knew I had no idea what I was looking at. I did the only logical thing I could. I called Haissan. “I’m shopping for apples, what is a good kind?” Long story short, he knows apples.
Seeing as how it was the day before V day, there were flowers everywhere. I needed to get some for mom and as I was looking, I saw a vibrant orange stripe. I looked closer and saw that they had bouquets of my favorite flower – Bird of Paradise. I grabbed one and found a nice bouquet of Red Daisies for mom. On the subject of plants, it’s official that my Lucky Bamboo is dying.
The next morning I was awoken by the sound of a delightful poem. Haissan called and read to me a wonderful poem about ‘good morning’, it was a lovely gift seeing as how we weren’t able to see each other that day due to work and study schedules. I dozed/slept till 9 ish when I was awoken by a nightmare and decided to stay awake. Mom loved her flowers and was appreciative that I didn’t go the generic route of roses. She and I agree that they are just Blah. We agree that flowers that are cheaper, last longer, more colorful than roses are just a bit better. Not that roses are bad, we wont turn them down, but we like it more when the flowers are different – which is a reason why I like the Bird of Paradise so much.
The day went normal from there, I was able to relax and study for a exam on Monday, I fed the animals their dinner and just as I was finishing mom approached me and said we needed to move the hay ring from the back other pasture to the front. As we’re walking she telling me how everyone is supposed to go out to dinner, I then reply that it will be around 8 before we would be able to leave to go out. She was about to disagree when I inform her that she is talking to someone’s who’s minor OCD is counting time, she said to walk faster. We reach the ring and the ground is solid mud. We tilt the ring onto its side and start rolling it, seeing as how I had the side in the mud – mud is now running down my arms. Not cool. I get inside the ring and roll it like a hamster. It works great, I wasn’t sinking in the mud and it wasn’t rolling down my arms, except that it was going too fast. I holler to mom to slow down, she wasn’t even touching the ring, my own momentum was rolling the ring faster that I cared for. Mom caught up to the ring and we started to go down a slope. I felt something hit the back of my head, kinda hard. I thought it was a stick that broke in half…except that the weight stayed on the back of my head. I reach up to touch my head and find it was mud. (another part of my minor OCD, I don’t like getting dirty) I was livid, I swore that I wasn’t going out to dinner and got out of the ring. Eventually we got it to the front of the pasture. I spent the next twenty minutes with my head in a sink washing the mud out, then combing leaves and hay out. I then had to rinse the rest of the mud off. I stayed home and everyone else went to dinner….a few minutes to 8. I took a shower and swore that I still smelt like the pasture.
Monday morning I head off to class to take an exam that I really had not studied for. I just didn’t feel the drive, which is always strange for me. Class starts and only a few students are in the room, the Prof talks a bit and says it’s his birthday and how the exam is being pushed to late next month. Someone leans out the door and in enters the other 22 students. Neither us (the few students ready for the exam) nor the Prof knew why so many students were outside, whether they were still studying, or avoiding the exam.
I head off to work and make a bee line to a friend who’s birthday was V day. I had been teased with the knowledge that her BF had a special day planned for her. Turns out he had wrote her a card, took her to an expensive restaurant, showered her with gifts throughout the entire day, and how it was just basically the perfect day. For her. I listened to her story about how happy she and her BF were and how the day was everything she wanted and it got me thinking. Out of everything she talked about, the only thing I would want – the card. Due to my unhealthy eating habits, the expensive foods would go to waste, I have no real desire for objects I have no use for, the trinkets would just collect dust, I’m not a mushy gushy person so the excessive and over the top romance might make me sick. It’s always good to learn about bit more about myself. As I was about to leave I was poked and it became “quiet time”. A coworker of ours that I’ve always disliked due to their very poor work ethic would shortly be leaving our area of operation, far sooner than the summer I was told for school. Turns out they had called the police claiming to be the victim in a crime when after research was done, was found to be the perpetrator. A person of their status cannot be in our area of operation.
I head home and was greeted by one of my most favorites of dinner, noodle soup. The chicken flavored water and large wavy noodles make it the best. I’m not a fan of juice but I just love the flavored noodles.
