you know, i don't actually have much to blog about. i don't really know why i'm here. but ooh, it feels so much nicer to type with shorter fingernails.

went to pick up my mother at the airport today. okay, so it was more like, my father went to pick her up and i sorta just tagged along. anyway, looking at her, i suddenly realize where i get my pack rat nature from. so she left for a three week job training thing in oregon with like, one huuuuge fat-ass red suitcase. this thing was like gargantuan. but not only does she comes back with that suitcase already stretching at the seams looking like it's about to burst open from all the crap she's packed in there, she ALSO comes back with a smaller but still just as heavy suitcase and like, this huuuge shopping bag filled with like, i don't know, liquor?! it was heavy. but then, what do you expect when you set a crazy asian lady loose in a state with no sales tax along with lots of other crazy asian ladies as shopping companions? anyway. it's clearly my mother's fault when i pack too much. it's genetic.

that was quite possibly the stupidest story i've ever told on this blog. there was like, no point to it. but now that i'm home, there's like nothing to do. actually, no, that's not true. a week's already gone by and i've been like, out almost every single day. i'm starting to relish the staying-at-home-with-nothing-to-do-but-watch-tv-and-knit feeling. mmm...it's nice. but i can't believe i slept for twelve hours again today. i need to stop that.

la la la...now what? i guess i'll knit then read. ahh...fun fun. ;D