currently listening to: "the happiest days of our lives" - my favorite
i've been listening to corinne bailey rae in my car for the past two weeks. her songs make me want to wave my arms around like i'm some smooth, sultry, soul sister. but right when i am about to do this, i stop to remind myself that i am but a mere 5'3" asian girl. i can't pull this shit off, but i can at least pretend to in my head.
it sounds like there is a dying goose outside. it makes these sounds as if it's calling out for dear life. either that, or someone has a really ugly sounding horn. or, it's a whoopie cushion. i don't know, but that goose needs to shut up.
so i've come to the conclusion that female spiders are perhaps the most patient living thing on this planet. i say this because there is a relentless spider who time and time again rebuilds her web in the corner of my car's left side window. i've lost track of just how many times i've tried to spray down the bugger's web away, only to see it reappear fully constructed the very next morning. i'm not sure if this spider resides within the interior of my car, or if it hides within the nooks and crannies of my car when i'm driving. one would assume that driving 75 mph on the freeway would mean that this spider would be dead. but no, it seems that this spider has been a frequent passenger of mine, and accompanies me on all my drives from highways to local roads. i've decided to also name this spider. her name is charlie, sort of like charlotte from charlotte's web. only charlie can't spell things, instead she's incredibly stubborn and refuses to rebuild her home elsewhere. if you must know the truth, i've never actually read charlotte's web, but i know the whole story. i figure i've gone far enough in life without having read it. i mean, i'm 21, alive and well. good enough. and that is my confession for the day.
i told my mom about that relentless spider (minus the bit about naming the spider charlie). i thought she'd suggest to spray down my car with some pesticide (a la raid), but instead she went on this long-winded ramble about how spiders were very patient creatures and how we could learn some life lesson from them. sometimes, my mom enjoys acting like some wise sage. my dad, however, plays and sings the same three burmese karaoke songs, over and over again. my dad seems to yearn so badly for burma. he spends every day playing those same karaoke songs, hoping that he'll hit that high note right when he sings along (he never does). sometimes, i think that karaoke machines are the devil when in the wrong hands (or rather, voices). my parents are different people. my mom likes to act like she's the ominous-all-knowing-supreme-being and my dad..well, i've wrote a lot about my dad in nearly all my entries. how and why they're together, i'm not sure. honestly, i don't know how such a line like: "hey, would you like to come over and try out my mom's cooking?" could ever be a good pick-up line. nice one, dad. but hey, it worked.
