Reggie is awesome. That is all.

Now I do memes for want of something productive to do with the next hour of my life.

( From Reggie. )

( Happy day number one. )

( Cut for relative vulnerability. For not being able to regularly post true feelings. For uncomfortable revelations. )

I promise the next post will be happier.

Loneliness should not be allowed in elementary school. How can anybody be ready for social rejection at such an early age? How, for that matter, can anybody be able to reject a peer to that extreme extent? What if there was someone in those young years who regarded you with disdain, and now turns out to be a friend? Can you ever really trust him, or do your shields make sense?

(It was not a bad childhood, but it was certainly a lonely one.)

Or Chinese New Year's, at least. I'm always late with these.

- Don't procrastinate as much. Especially since you're going to college.
- Get a job. You need money. Art supplies aren't fucking cheap, you know.
- Wear nice clothes. Less of those stupid t-shirts. You don't have to dress in bags just because you're big.
- Cook good food, eat good food. The stuff you know how to cook is healthy and delicious. This shouldn't be a problem, since you're going to need to cook for yourself in college anyways.
- Walk more. Again, not a problem, especially if you go to SVA; the buildings are as much as fifteen minutes away from each other. And you'll be living in the city.
- Get used to coffee without sugar. Also, sweeteners are gross.
- Don't be so self-conscious. People aren't always out to judge you.
- Do things with friends more often. Friends are fun.
- Manage your money better. Clip coupons for Michael's; soon you'll be paying for supplies out of your own pocket.
- Learn how to navigate the subway system so you won't get lost. You're not very good at maps.
- Stop resenting people because they have better lives than you. They can't help it.

- (Stop hating yourself so much. No wonder you always feel unloved.)

- Go finish your RISD drawings. I don't care if you don't want to go there, just do it and get it over with.

I was listening to the radio when it started playing 'Frosty the Snowman'. I feel bad for the guy.

( Frostbite. )

Not many things make you appreciate life more than standing outside at midnight in your pajamas in two feet of snow.

Still being eaten alive by applications. It's all essays now. And I'm not going to be doing anything over Christmas vacation other than working on my portfolio. Sad.

And in unrelated news, here's a meme from Rachel. (I'm procrastinating. Can you tell? Hey, I had an inclement-weather-day - no snowfall, so that's what I'll call it - today, so I did a lot of work already. I need a break or I'm going to fall to pieces.)

( Meme from Rachel. )

Damn, it's already December. That was way too fast. Applications due in January. Portfolio in dire need of finishing. Gotta make my arts better. Gotta learn how to be awesome in only a few short weeks. So I'll be staying away from the Internet as best I can. Later, gators.

I'm not very good at saying goodbye; it's too awkward, too upsetting.

Something I just noticed, while cooking: Thanksgiving is more 'sacred' - as in, more tradition-oriented, more important - to my family than Christmas. I mean, I guess Christmas was just something we picked up because everyone else (well, almost everyone else) does it here. It's not like we're religious. There's just something about Thanksgiving that seems a lot greater, in what we do. Foods have to be the American stereotypes (especially this year, with my mom's aunt and uncle visiting from China), and everything is nice.

It makes sense, though. My parents always tell my brother and me how lucky we are to have been born here, to be taking everything we take for granted. Thanksgiving is like a way to prove our prosperity in the United States, both to ourselves and to our family.

So Thanksgiving is about America. And hard work. And togetherness. And wealth. And knowing what we have.