Ongoing List

This list will evolve as I think of new things to add to it.

Things to I Want to Ask People:

• would you rather know everything about one thing, or a little about everything?
• what would you name your ship, if you had one?
• what is your very earliest memory?
• what is your favorite word, and why do you like it?
• which holiday do you most like to see movies centered around?

Cry-Baby

Rereading my blog posts decades after I've written them really makes me feel good about myself, you guys. How come no one ever tells me - to my actual, glorious face - that I am a legitimately funny - nay, HILARIOUS - person? Aren't you sitting on your bed at some time past 2:00 AM like I am, with a cuticle that is somehow detaching itself from your nail, also laughing along to the words that my younger mind was smart enough to have once produced? Let me tell ya, you couldn't pay me enough to make jokes like I used to. Just like the opposite of wine, I get worse with age.

Anyway, so what's been crackin' in this egg that is my life? I arrived from Jordan about a week ago to an empty room. Alia's living in Dubai now with her husband, so I pass my time alternating between episodes of The Office and shouting, "I waaant Aliaaaaaaaa," to the unresponsive skies. By the way, how rude is that? You think knowing someone (aka your sister) for literally your entire life would mean something to them! Be warned - she will get married (to a very nice guy that I like, I will admit), and she will rip your heart out, and she will pour salt into the wound that she's left in your chest, and she'll laugh like a psychopath, and she'll pack her bags, and she'll move out. But whatcha gonna do besides love her anyway. :3
And miss her a lot. :(((((

What else, what else..... I've realized that I am one with The Children. This became known to me during my trip overseas, when I somehow got along with all the babies and kids I came across, either on the plane or at family get-togethers, which has -believe it or not - never happened before. And I am talking about some heavy duty stuff, y'all. Take my mom's cousin's baby, Haroun. This critter is a bona fide cry-baby, and he is proud of it. But when I started to play and clap with him, the little dude started jumping up and down and laughing. His mama said his heart was going crazy, he was so excited. Call me The Baby Whisperer, I won't mind. :*

I've seen mention of the *~auburn-haired beauty-of-a-man~* on here a couple of times, so let me update you all (aka just me) on that: LOL. LOLOLOLOLOL. On the record, I don't need no man in my life! In fact, stop calling me a woMAN. Just call me a WO! Off the record, WHY DOESN'T HE LOVE MEEEEEEEEEEEE *tears open shirt* *shatters window* *runs into the forest, screaming* *finds herself in a cave the next morning with no recollection of how she got there*

And so it begins...

...the beginning of a month and a half without my mommy and littlest sister of all, Heaba. We left the house at 4:30 (aka the plumber booty crack of dawn) to see them off at the airport. They'll come back from Jordan (hopefully with Sara and Alia?!?) on June 24th.
Until then, you can call me the Lone Ranger, the Night Wolf, the Solo Cholo, etc. Well, uhh, technically, I guess you can only call me those names from 7 AM - 6 PM on weekdays, because my solo-ridin' ends when either my dad or brother get home. Hahahah - I am gonna practice my funnies during this break, y'all!

Anywho, it's been a sad kind of day - it is so empty at home! Even Misha felt it - he was being nicer than usual to me today (I appreciate that, big daddy).
But what's the use of being a Pessimistic Patricia when you can stress over a stir-fry thingamajig that basically exploded before your eyes when you added chicken slices to it, or when you can revel at how miserably you've failed at making basic rice? It sure does help get one's mind off of how much they miss their mama and sistas!

Here's the finished product, for the taste buds on your eyeballs:

...we'll see if I get better at cooking over the course of this month. 

Buzzzzz

I had my eyes closed, and Fade Into You was the song I was singing along to. 
I spun around a few times in this triangle of light streaming in from the window. 
And I was pretending it was moonlight, because why couldn’t it be? 
It was night, and it was dark, and it was quiet, so I could very well be twirling around in a triangle of moonlight dancing its way in to say hello. 
Or something like that. 
But then I heard the dryer go off, and I remembered that the moon wasn’t out, 
that it was just the porch light that someone had forgotten to turn off, 
that I had to go inside where the lights were even brighter, 
and that I had laundry to unload.

Playing catch-up

Sara and Alia will have been in Jordan for two weeks this coming Monday.
My uncle is visiting next week, on the 17th.
I have been ranting about my English class since the dawn of time, and I still really haven't stopped.
Last weekend was super, duper nice - I had duck soup with Thoa, spent an entire day with Ola and Abeir, and had breakfast the next morning with Thoa and my baby girl Tegan.
I made a sort of *~connection~* with my auburn-haired beauty. We basically had an actual face-to-face conversation for about an hour and a half! But he still doesn't know I exist, hahahaha.
Last night, I dreamed about someone making me smell their feet. If there are any dream-interpreters among you, will you please let me know what this signifies?
Tomorrow, I'm taking Heaba to the museum in Fort Worth.

(there are numerous other things I should be doing now)

When I was little-r (I want to say, like... grade school... but you'll have to ask my mama), I had only the biggest obsession with New York. Manhattan Island, especially, intrigued me. On our flights to Jordan, I remember looking out the plane window as we flew out of the state, excitedly asking where Manhattan was. My heart beat faster knowing I was so close to it!
Skip to early high school, and my friends Dani, Alexa, and Shaina and I made a pact that we'd live in The Big Apple together.
A few days ago, I watched Bill Cunningham: New York, and there was a scene where Bill opened the window of his apartment. Hearing the sounds of cars and people, the way it all sounds when it's streaming up from a busy, ever-changing sea below, basically reaffirmed that I still really want to live there.

I'm actually not too particular - I just want to be near a blustering city.
I like to think I'd never tire of honking cars, fast-walking people, or weird smells.
I'd certainly never tire of taking in all the lights at night (lights are pretty much my favorite things ever [I'm not kidding]).

Because of this sighing mood I'm in, so wistful and so dreamy, I'll close this with a wistful and dreamy song.