I finally got a two days off from work at Rickshaw. I spent them with Helen and Pasang. It was really fun and relaxing. I was in the far end of Queens and Long Island today. I have to say, for a while, I felt that I wasn't in New York City. There were tons of trees along the freeway of Fresh Meadow, Queens and really pretty houses. Some of the houses looked really European. "Unwritten" was playing on Pasang's iPod as we drove back into the city and it made me feel very content. The grassy hills, the different shade of green trees, the petite Victorian-esque houses, and the setting sun made my day.
I got home and found myself with a new house-mate. I forgot his name, but he's 23 years old. He lives in the basement. We talked for quite a bit so we can get to know each other. He's from China. After getting his Bachelor's in accounting, he couldn't get a job in mainland China due to the immensely competitive population. He studied abroad in the states for two years, getting his Master's. He told me what university he went to but I forgot. It was in the middle of hicktown though. He moved to New York City three days ago, and he's currently looking for a job. His family is back in China and he says he can't leave them there. They do not want to come to the states so he says after a few years of job experience in the city, he's going to move back. I hope things go well for him.
I have a pretty good relationship with my parents now that I am 3,000 miles away. I remember I would get into crazy fights with my mom while I was in high school. Teen angst, man. We would go months without talking and eventually, one of us would succumb and ask the other for help, but it was never to say sorry. I guess we're both just really stubborn. And I never really talked to my dad. I guess it was hard since I hardly saw him. He would drive me to school and I wouldn't see him until he got home from work at 10 P.M. By then, he's exhausted so he eats, showers, and then goes to sleep.
I fill my parents in on what goes on in my life. I'm sure they enjoy hearing about it. I can talk to them about stuff, and it's not like a few years ago when it was awkward to talk to them. Like, really talk. My mom's still really worried about me. She says she thinks about me all the time and sometimes she can't sleep or she performs badly at work. I really wish she'd stop. It's unhealthy especially when she has nothing to worry about. (Except the fact that I can't afford to eat sometimes.) Well, I kinda regret telling them so much because my mom doesn't approve of my lifestyle. She said it's not right for a girl to live on her own or move from place to place and meet random people, but that's exactly what I want to do. Oh well.
Bleh. I have to work at Rickshaw from 2-11 tomorrow. I haven't gotten paid from my P.S. 130 gig because I forgot to turn in my time sheet for the past month. I have 14 dollars in my wallet and nothing in the bank. I'm pretty sure I won't make rent for June. Nor will I have enough money to pay off my student loans for June. Plus, I just spent a lot money on fixing my glasses, getting a new prescription and new lens. I couldn't even pay for it, so I just charged it. Bleh.
It's weird, I think I'm a crybaby. I teared twice at work today. One of the students got caught cursing in Chinese by two teachers in the computer lab and they made him stand outside. Just as that was happening, the teacher and I walked pass the computer lab and so we gave him a lecture. He started crying. He only said "fuck you" in Chinese because someone else said it to him (which is no excuse) but his tears gave me an overwhelming sense of sympathy. I guess I can't watch other people cry. During prep, the other teacher and I were talking about how hard-working and smart and polite and almost perfect one of the students is. I have no idea why, but during our conversation, I found my eyes watery and it started to sting. You know that point when you can feel the tears overflowing and about to gracefully fall down your cheeks, well yeah, so I excused myself and said I needed to pee and ran to the bathroom to wipe my tears.
Wtf. Also, I need to stop falling for everyone who shows me the least bit of affection or kindness.
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