okay. i've made it. i'm home safe and sound. ahhh... it feels really really weird. like, just driving home from the airport was just weird cuz like, we passed by all these things that were, of course, familiar, but like vaguely so. it seriously feels like i haven't been home in like ten years.

oh yeah, and i'm on an ancient computer with an ancient half-broken keyboard and an ancient mouse and i'm using ancient dial-up. but hey, at least i'm connected, right? :) sad how i can accept these poor terms just because i'm so addicted to the internet.

so flight came in a few minutes late. my parents are freaks. they got to the san jose airport just as i was boarding my plane in SAN DIEGO. so they were basically waiting at san jose international the entire time i was in the air. oh well, at least they were there on time! so we got home about an hour ago and i already unpacked my toiletries. i never unpack my clothes because, well, i dunno. nowhere to put them really. but i've changed into my pajamas and i've taken out my contacts which have been killing my eyes because i've had them in so long and i feel soooo much better. like, i could pass out at this very moment. i sorta dozed off on the way to the airport and then when i was on the plane, but it wasn't for very long, so i'm just really really tired right now. i'm actually not sleepy, just exhausted.

OH! and i FINALLY got my chinese new year money!! chinese/vietnamese/lunar/whatever new year money. money is money. red envelopes are red envelopes. ;D i wish it could be like this every time i came home for break - just a shitload of money waiting for me at home. oh, that'd be nice.

oh yeah, wanna hear something funny? while i was packing, i noticed that i had a HUGE tear in my pajama bottoms, the old navy ones. and the tear was right below -- sorta on -- my right butt cheek. and i was just holding up my pants, staring at them, wondering "how long has that been there...?" and you know what's funny? i know exactly how i got that tear. see, when i sit in my chair, i tend to twist and turn a lot, usually leaning heavily on my right butt cheek. and the thing is, every time i twist and turn on that chair (it's a sorta-polished wooden chair), i hear this squeak/fart-type sounding noise and i always think, "oh, how funny!" (yeah, yeah, we all have our immature 8th grade moments, okay?) but i never thought that every time i was doing that, i was making the tear in my pants bigger and bigger. oh well. at least i'm home now so mommy can fix it. ;D but really, how long was that there?? why didn't anyone tell me? i mean, i'm sure no one stares at my ass all the time (their poor eyes), but still...was it even noticeable? hmm...

anyway, i know i said i really could pass out at this very moment, but really, my homecoming is not complete without reuniting with my direct tv. so i will go do that now and THEN i will pass out.