last night, after i had dinner with my mom (at southland), D and i saw _kung fu panda_. i enjoyed it. we saw a semi-late (9:10pm) showing, so luckily there weren't tons of screaming kids in the theater. my favorite part was the dumpling battle. i liked how the turtle was called "oogway," which is the direct chinese translation for "turtle."
so tonight's the last night with my mom. i've been doing stuff with my friends these past few nights to avoid the chance of my mom preaching too much to me, but i think i'm going to suck it up and not do that tonight and see where it goes. after all, it's my last chance to hang out with her. honestly, i'm very apprehensive about it (for reasons which i'll talk about next week when she's gone, and i've talked to a select few about it already), but i'll keep my fingers crossed.
living with my mom one-on-one has been tough, so say the least. i think i need my dad or brother to be around to be a buffer between us. hey, i love my mom to death, but when it's just me and her, so focuses on me 100%, and it gets a little intense. my diet, my living habits, my heathen-ness, everything falls under her gaze, and i get lectured a lot. and of course, there's the religion thing and the preaching. i've learned to tune it out, but still, i could do without it. i find that i tic more when she starts talking about the subject.
however, i *have* picked up a few good habits while she's been here. the main thing is eating fruits. like i said before, i'm going to start consuming them, and i will try my hardest to incorporate them into my regular diet. and drinking water is another thing that i'm going to try to do. i drink gatorade at work as my main form of liquid intake, but i did some research on the internet, and it seems like gatorade's electrolytes are unnecessary when i'm not working out (i'll still drink it when i play basketball), and the sugars in the drink are not good for me.
man, the people on the internet are fast. my mom's flight is at 1:10pm tomorrow, and i got on southwest.com at exactly that time to check in for my mom 24 hours ahead, and i got the boarding pass number A27. that means that 26 people got there before me, right? damn.
2, 2, 2, 1, 11, 22, 56, 4, 1, 59. flower bloom numbers for the plant outside my place. but guess what? this wednesday, they shaved the entire plant down to a nubbin. shit! i have no clue why they decided to do that. there was nothing wrong with it, and i will miss that plant. although, i will say that i won't miss my obsessive compulsion to count the number of flowers that have bloomed. this year, the 56 and 59 were a pain in the ass (and yes, a waste of time) to count every time i went outside for a smoking break.
i've got this nasty cut inside my left nostril. it makes for bloody booger chunks. and a lot of pain, which is exacerbated because i can't leave my nose alone and wind up picking it a lot. how do people get cuts inside their nostrils? hm. maybe it's because it's been so hot lately, and my nose just cracked in the dry air. (it's been in the mid to upper 90's where i live.) i hate this weather; i just have to survive until sunday, when the temperatures will drop into the 70's.
i had boo-boo yesterday. i was opening up a container of altoids while driving, and then i braked really hard. the tin of altoids flew off my lap and onto the floor, spilling the mints all over the place. sigh. how stupid of me. and what a waste of good mints.
i wonder how much my parents have let go of me. i mean, both of them know i smoke, and they don't say anything. you already know that my dad goes on smoking breaks with me. in fact, he even asks me when our next break is sometimes. my mom knows, too (but not about my dad), but i think she only reason why she's ok with it is because she thinks it's for medicinal purposes. (smoking calms my tourette's down.)
i remember the first time my mom caught me smoking. it was during summer after my junior year, when i came back from japan. i picked up my smoking habit from my 6-month stint in japan, and i snuck out of the house for a puffing break. my mom was waiting for me inside when i snuck back in, and she instantly smelled the smoke. she was very visibly upset.
however, after i graduated college, my parents seemed to let go of me. my mom caught me smoking on the balcony when i went to taiwan two years ago, and she expressed displeasure, but she never once told me i should quit. i was very shocked by her acceptance of it. so in a way, i think they consider that i'm an adult now, and i can do whatever i want. i do know, however, that my mom still holds strong opinions on stuff that she considers wrong, like my bad diet and lifestyle practices. it's just whether or not she says anything about it.
so now, i wonder how they'll treat my brother, now that he's graduated. (well, technically, he's 7 weeks away from truly graduating, since he still has one more class to take.) it'll be interesting to see whether they're consistent with him.
if i ever become a parent, i hope i'll be a good one. stuff like teaching kids about sex, relationships, vices, values, etc. it's very weighty stuff, and there are good ways and bad ways to do it. i've got some ideas now, but they're very raw. hopefully i'll have it figured out by the time i need to do it.
half an hour ago, i just had a fluffy cottonball-like dump. seriously, it looked like pet dander or a bunch of dust bunnies. curious!
i was really disappointed to see that _get smart_ got bad overall reviews. (although ebert gave it 3.5/4 stars.) i really want to see my first anne hathaway movie. she's got great eyebrows. i found some naked pics of her on google, and her boobs are really far apart. that's not so good. i still think she's got a beautiful face, though.
ok, 6pm. cig time. have a STUPENDOUS weekend folks!