The Stork Story

Whas this? I've been Phoenix Down'ed. I'm backish. Finals is in a week for me, but I'm managing my schedule as best as I can and it seems that I have some free time now. Good! This means I can finish my 30 day challenge AND maybe sneak in an update overview (but don't count on one next week cause Finals has me wrapped around its finger like a thread) before I become busy indulging in a sudden interest and obsession with sewing and Slowpokes. Cause in my world, Slowpoke and sewing become synonymous in a Slowpoke backpack. I WILL MAKE YOU... But in the mean time, it's day 24. I'll be writing a letter to my parents.


Dear Mom and Dad,

Stop Facetiming me. Whenever you Facetime me, I look ugly and I'm in my dorm which is, by the way, a loud environment that I cannot put you on speakerphone and, as you should know, I have a slow reaction time that results in me not utilizing my duckie earphones(). I digress.

It's a parents job to answer the questions that come with the existence of a child. Where do babies come from, what is sex, why is alcohol bad? You didn't answer them, but I guess I came out fine in the post prime of my adolescence. The only complaint is that this passive, inexpressive child of yours cannot express the frustrated and emotional turmoil that comes packaged with adolescence due to the lack of opportunities to do so. It isn't hard for you to say I love you when we end our Failtime conversations, but the utter thought of saying that to you is like a 100 page paper occurring my head that takes maybe a lifetime to verbally express. I know that you don't have the entirely of my lifetime for me to say it, but I'll get to it eventually. Eventually.

Wow this is awkward... Hmm... What to say... Well, I'll see you when you pick me up I guess.

My regards,

Cala

Dear LaTale Mom and Dad,

You don't exist. If you don't exist, therefore I should not exist because I need two beings of the opposite sex to conceive me. But then again, pixels are conceived asexually, so I'll skip the meaning of life and jump to my dissertation.

I'm glad you don't exist. MMO families (especially on games such as this) are too emotionally draining. I would rather just be friends, acquaintances, butt buddies (but only term wise, never sensual), accomplices, guildies, partners in crime, so much the same, so much less the same. It's drama enough without having extensive family ties (cause I do have a family, but a small little one), so I'll leave it at that. To you mother and to you father, I'll raise my goblet of toffee nut milk. To a LaTale career, of which you do not exist.

My regards,

Cala

So how are you guys? I'm peachy. I mean, Finals, yeah. Registration, yeah. Being poor, yeah. But I have good news! I got a new laptop. Wooooo~ My grandma of a laptop is still hanging on, but she can be put into retirement after I put Microsoft Word on this new thing. I'm enjoying it very much. It's much quieter for one thing and it doesn't take like 10 billion years to just do a simple task. And I don't get burn marks on my left thigh. By the way, if my writing seems more blunt and sharded than usual ( or maybe the opposite) that just means I'm exhausted by my many papers. Ah papers...

Until we meet again, adieu.

P.S. ONE OK ROCK is amazing .