I think I’ll write a long entry on what I’ve been doing without the world of internet. Yeah, my house doesn’t have internet, so if you’re wondering if I fell off the side of the world, I didn’t, not yet anyways.
I suffer from extreme internet withdrawal. I need to be able to know when I do have email, and when I don’t. I actually get important email frequently. Constantly being in a IM conversation with someone is nice too. Oh, and facebook.
Move in. I swear I didn’t think I had that much stuff. Two full cars worth of stuff going up with me to SB, and all I really brought was just my clothes, an unassembled table and bed frame, a desk chair, mattress, and a box of random daily necessities. Turns out I have the most stuff. My half of my room is probably the only room in the house that looks like it hosts a permanent resident. I’m moving in to stay, everyone else, not so much. So they look like they’re on a camping trip.
Then I started unpacking and realized I forgot all sorts of stuff at home. My pillows, toothpaste, a trashcan, my large bamboo plant, chopsticks, etc. I have a list on my desk that just seems to get longer and longer.
I’ve become quite good at putting together IKEA furniture. Yeah, I’m a guy, and I believe all guys should be able to do handy work. I also think that guys should be able to take care of themselves, which brings me to the next point…
I think it’s ridiculous when someone moves in, more so guys than girls, and their parents do everything, from packing to unpacking to assembling and moving furniture. It’s sad. Everyone should be able to at least be able to decide what to bring with them when they move and be able to move it themselves, maybe with some help from other friends, but not from parents, they’re old fragile people that should just sit around and retire. Girls on the other hand, I think should be able to be able to feed themselves. They shouldn’t need to move in with a week’s worth of home-cooked food supply.
People are college students. Geez. They’re supposed to be adults. Just throw them there and they should be able to be just fine. I do get annoyed when my parents help out on tasks that I should be able to do myself. My mom believes that too. So she just sat in the car when I moved out of the dorms, sat in my room when I moved in, started lecturing other parents for being too productive, then ate dinner with me and went home. Dad kinda gets the idea, but he likes to help me assemble furniture, father-son bonding I guess, or just an architect at heart.
Even though we’re all moved in already, the house feels empty. Maybe cause the living room that takes up half the house is for the most part, empty. Or maybe it’s because no one else really has permanent furniture so there’s actually a lot of space in the rooms. There are so many small things that just need to get done here and there.
Cooking is annoying. I can cook, somewhat. I can grill, stir-fry (tossing things up with a wok is fun!), boil, bake, and cut with a knife (uneven slices though). So any dish that requires only those skills I can do pretty well just by looking at how it’s supposed to look like, or remembering how my mom/uncle/aunt/girls that cook for me would make it. Annoying part is I don’t have the fridge to myself, so I can’t really fill it up with ingredients. Then when I feel like cooking something, I would realize I would be missing a spice or sauce, or another skillet or pan, or just time. Too lazy to cook at home, not enough tools to cook well here. Oh well, at least it’s edible.
My summer schedule is a killer. Everyone says I should drop this class, or I should take fewer classes, or I shouldn’t take this and do that together. I never really listened to them; maybe that’s why my GPA sucks. But I’ve always been able to live through it, hopefully this time too!
Oh, and I’m doing research… new post! (this one’s probably long enough)
