OH MY gawsh, Marianne introduced me to this song which Selina and I have been playing NONSTOP. It's house, but really funky... "You never know who's waiting for you, you never know when love is coming your way. But if tonight I look again into your eyes, and it's you and it's me you love.." Ahh, KASKADE!!! so good. "Sakina's" mom and bro are coming well kind of today now. Wednesday at 5:23am right now and I STILL haven't done my assignment due on Thursday. The problem with easy assignments is that you can procrastinate to all ends and beyond. Anyway, I don't think our place has ever been this clean or neat! It's practically sterile, and for awhile after Selina scrubbed the bathroom it was tempting to use the bathroom at the bottom of the building, simply so that the state of cleanliness would remain forever and ever til death do us part, or at least until the dirt built up again. Life is good.
Sun is rising - I love this time of day/night/morning. Will actually sleep now but remember, don't eat too many carrots or oranges cuz they turn your skin orange.
Remembered today while changing my bedsheets that when I was a kid and afraid of things that would climb out from under my bed. Keep in mind that my bed was one of those wooden ones with all four sides surrounded by wood, and we used the inside part underneath the mattress as storage space for suitcases and such. I used to sleep on the inside of my bed next to the wall, and every night, I'd pile all of my stuffed animals up on the outside and cover them with a blanket to protect me. I guess it was one of those strength in unity deals - if one of the suitcases happened to have malicious intent and managed to climb out from INSIDE the bed, my inanimate stuffed animals would surely jump him/her/it and shed lots and lots of toy fur so that it would be coated in a big warm fuzzy blanket-like structure. This would induce sleep, and there, on the floor, my suitcase would be forced into dreamless slumber until morning, with my furless toys watching over until my mommy, killer of all evil suitcases came to wake me up.
So I get a letter from my friend Taylor who is serving as a missionary in Taiwan right now cuz he's Mormon and so he has to do a two year program over there. I love this guy - he writes to me in english, and then when it gets to a crucial part of an idea he's trying to describe, he'll write it in chinese characters. now, i don't understand chinese, and i don't get what he's thinking! who does he think he's writing to - a chinese person??? okay fine, so I AM chinese, although there was a period of time in Australia where I honestly believed that i had purple eyes and brown hair. This was after the toy phase. It's great though, his insightful words were: