I'm sitting in the living room of our apartment in Fullerton, the only other room besides the bedroom. I just had an inspiration right now to write honestly. I have many sides, many faces, and many masks. This online journal brings out just one side, one face, and one mask. Maybe two or three different ones sometimes. Whatever. It's really late and my brothers are still not home; I'm bored, and I don't want to go to sleep yet.

It's always nice coming home. I don't mind so much the lack of space and privacy. I mean, everywhere I turn, there's my mom, or there's my brother, and oh! another brother there on the couch. My life these past two to three weeks have been the complete opposite of the previous several weeks during finals. I had a wonderful time in Houston visiting my boyfriend's family and Stanford friends. It will remain in my memory as sweet. And nice. Then, when I came home, I had a chance to spend some quality time with my brothers, watching reruns of Friends first at 5pm, then 7, then 11. I love that show. The last sit-com that I loved so much was Growing Pains.

I also spent some time with my mom. My relationship with my mom is very much like a friendship in a lot of ways. I went to a Christmas party with her Inner Healing Crew. It was fun. Warm. Healing.

Back to Journal