laugh like you're jobless and sleeping past noon

Funny thing: The first couple of days following my return to the good ol' U S of A, my sleeping schedule has been immediately regulated from its previous nocturnal state to one of "normal people" schedule (i.e: sleeping before midnight, waking up at nine). Slowly but surely, I'm back to my internal sense of normality-- which as we know as kooky daylight hours and pacing at night. I'd make a super duper vampire.

This morning:

me: "Mom, I'd like to wear the Bodhisattva necklace we got from Thailand"
mom: "Don't. We're Christian now"

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Ever since Hong Kong (or shall I say, from the moment my uncle Paul handed us Christian DVDs and onward), my mother has been pondering the message of God, or specifically Christ. I told her she can be into Jesus all she wants. I'll stick with my religion of bumming about and occasional meditation.

Every summer, I come up with insane plans about starting over, and romanticize it to the point of glory days and big accomplishments. All I manage is a one steps forward two steps back version of myself, a little bruised ego, and "Oh my God, where has my summer gone?" I really do need to get into the habit of scheduling things for me to do. Like learning to ride a bike? Or making the perfect mixed CD that will be the soundtrack of my love life, or more appropriately, notlove life. I'm going to clean my brother's room now. Bye!