sometimes i don’t realize how much i’m spending simply because of the process of converting exchange rates. i found crustless peanut butter sandwiches for 30 NT…in my head a buck…cheeep, cool! and then i think a little more, wait shit i used to pay 1.30 for a bagel and thought it was expensive. wait a minute…why didn’t i ever buy crustables in the states?
it’s hard not to get in the mindset that even though it’s considered cheap in the states…the standard of living here sometimes won’t allow you to spend that much anyway. but damn…i want to spend 50 NT bread every morning = )
you know that weird cycle of buyer’s rejoice and then remorse. i’m kind of going through that right now. whenever i put on a new piece of clothing i get really happy…and then i feel super guilt. but then i’ll take that piece of clothing off and put on another and the cycle repeats.
to top that off…once i set my mind on something i won’t let it go. i told myself to buy some clothes in taiwan to take edge off of wanting to pay 45 dollars for forever21 shipping - but i still want my shit. man i even went through the whole website again to pick out the stuff i reeeeeallllllly want. i think i’m gonna buy it…what’s another charge on the credit card. now i just have to ask my parents for my cvs since it got mailed to the house after being stolen, how am i gonna pull that off. why can’t i just temp at the subway here to make some booty money.
that my dad said that he doesn’t want me to go back to california. =( i feel like a little kid that was denied a trip to waterworld or something. too bad i have to be mature and live at home and not rebel. …he really said no =/ what a bummer
also when that right when you start to feel your feet fall asleep - it’s too late. and then as they wake up it really hrts. almost as much as my nose.
gotten a scab or pimple in your nose? well it really hurts…haha. imagine having little paper cuts on the lining around your genitals (let it sink in). and for the past two weeks i’ve had the worst double scab infestation. you think boogers are sticky…blood + boogers = even more enticing to pick. thank you for loving me even though my finger is up my nose…all the time.
it’s fun to untangle things…today, specifically, computer cords. i think i prefer the work your way backwards by weaving the head through it’s original path over the pull as hard as you can until it pops out of the muss. today i encountered chopsticks???? and necklace…but it’s okay friends, i conquered those too = )
currently listening to: bieber - my baby usher - omg busher fever.
711 condiment packets are tricky. hot sauce in the red packets and ketchup in the orange. taco bell has trained me WRONG. and it’s really sad that asian people really do only like sweet and sour sauce. they used to offer honey mustard and bbq and no one wanted it…so yes, chicken mcnuggets and sweet and sour or sweet and sour
my shower heater has two options 4 or 5. usually i’m a 4.5 but i can’t hang and settle with 4. i was going to write a metaphorical post about how your mood can affect the physical (aka) sometimes i can shower at 5 no sweat. and then i was told that since the actual heater is outside, the water doesn’t heat up as much on colder days….haha yea - 5 really burns
i love it when sunburned skin starts peeling. especially in those looooong, sticky, really dirty looking pieces. ahhh peel peel peel
there is nothing more satisfying than saving money by taking the metro instead of a cab.
even if i get off the metro and walk into a 711 to spend the same amount of money that i would have on a cab……i’m diluted.
even if i have to go home early the night before my birthday so i can catch (not even) the last train home.
so. worth. it. = )
i was kind of nervous about celebrating my birthday in a foreign country with not my closest friends, but that was for nothing. my classmates bought me 2 birthday cakes = ) p.s. thanks dwu for lunch! btw, i had trouble writing those sentences so hopefully they were grammatically correct.
thank you everyone for an already awesome birthday = ) and people at home for an awesome virtual birthday <3 turning 22 is contextual. i mean i feel like i’m young as balls because everyone i hang out with is 24/25…YAY IM YOUNG 22!!!!