But the weather was nice! It was very cool today, compared to the last two days where I broke into a sweat by breathing. -_- that is not a fun experience. Trust me.
Anyway, I'm trying to be on the phone with Sweetness. But its difficult. Cause my face sweats on the phone (which is gross) and my head has to cocked at a weird angle so I can use bot h of my hands, and my body temperature raises cause my phone is hot and I have to hold it. Oi. But Sweetness loves to talk to me, so I oblige her. Even though it's highly inconvenient. But I love her. So it's fine.
In other news, I slept a lot today. Like, A LOT. Most of today I slept. When I wasn't sleeping I was watching documentaries on NetFlix. Yesterday, I watched one on body modification, and today I watched one on birthing options in America. Pretty much hospitals vs home birth. I had already thought about home birth for my future children, but this video made me like the option even more. It would be easier to have a home birth in a different country though, because less than 1% of mothers in the Untied States have home births or implore the services of midwives.
So, I don't know anymore. Its hard to blog when I'm on the phone cause I have too much stuff to focus on.
My aunt keeps telling me that she's going to get me to go to church before I leave. I highly doubt it. Churches freak me out. They make me uncomfortable, and I have to work too hard to keep my tongue in check. I don't see the point in worshiping a fiction novel. There are people who obsess over books, but I'm not one of them and I don't appreciate people trying to get me to follow along.
This morning, something truly strange happened. I woke up, kind of, in a half daze. And my cousin walked by, stood over me and stuck his finger in my nose. And he dug around in there for a good 30 seconds or so before he took his finger and wiped it on my arm before wandering away. I wasn't awake enough to tell him to fuck off or hit him, so I just laid there and let it happen. In a stupid daze for like five minutes afterward. I mean...what do you do in that situation? Seriously? Who the fuck does that? What kind of weird freak does that? I'm still baffled. I'm still not completely positive that it wasn't a dream.
Today is my cousins birthday. We call him Kuku. He turned 18! Yay! Happy Birthday, cousin! Oddly enough, we didn't do anything for him. There's no cake. No presents. No song. No...nothing. Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who said happy birthday to him at all. Except for his friends, whom he spent the day with. His FaceBook is littered with happy birthday wishes, of course, but...that's not the point. He's 18...this is a big birthday. You're supposed to do things...but instead, he's sitting in his room with his brother playing video games. He's not going out. He's not having a party. It's weird to me. If it isn't too hot tomorrow, I'm going to make a cake. ^_^
Other than that, I don't have much else to say.My mental state is similar. I feel like I'm not accomplishing anything. It's sort of...anti-climactic. Oh well. We'll see. 11 more days.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: Seriously, Who does that?!
