Again today sprinted by like a gazelle hearing the bang of a rifle. Where did that metaphor come from? Tufts of yellow all around. Wow, I am sleepy.
Woke up to the sound of my brother's alarm around 5:00 since he had a senior sunrise at his school, went back to sleep until 8:00. Got ready. Had the rest of the pasta in the fridge, not much. Wound up having a turkey avocado cheese sandwich later around 3:30.
Hario Switch, full pour over, this time 18g coffee 300ml water. Still miss my AeroPress. Added a slim tablespoon of condensed milk. Yum. Thawed out my milk tea.
Had to go back and forth twice with my brother to get his tire fixed by his friend. First time I was like, okay. And that was a fine 15 minutes until we had to go pick it up again. And I just thought to myself, my god, I can't wait for this little gremlin to drive. It feels like I've been driving everyday this last week and a half, and not very far at all.
The flappy bit on the inside of my left cheek near my left molars seems to be a little better today. It's been bugging me for the last 3 days. Doesn't hurt at all except when brushing over it or eating something particularly soft, and that flappy bit gets a little too close to my teeth. Internet says it could be a blocked saliva gland.
Aunt Kun and Uncle Mike called later around 7:30. I honestly wasn't in the mood. Asked a little bit about school but mostly talked over me and not even much new stuff. Just the same advice to pre-study before the quarter and keep your chin high up in a book and believe in yourself and do the homrwork and follow orders and follow orders and FOLLOW ORDERS. My god I am itching to talk to people and have been for the past year. I know school is a priority. But networking is too. And that advice is rare and scarce in my family. You know it's strange, it really is -- I keep thinking my parents and family know more than me about my future, but the fact of the matter is that they have about as good a clue as me, which is a nice way of saying not much. I've never heard practical advice on how to get a white collar job because none of them are white collar workers; they have no concrete plan for me and have never made one. I keep thinking they do, and it's starting to make me angry now, that they never taught me how to ask and learn from people. Autodidactic learning is a virtue only in crisis; isolated causal power rarely compounds. I'd like to stop being told I'm smart. At least I'd better learn to associate myself with other qualities, actionable qualities, qualities that make me feel like I'm in command of my life instead of waiting and waiting and waiting.