home

I'm home now... and it's just nothing special anymore. The plan was to suprise my parents by coming home a few days early (because some of my classes didn't have finals but non-cumulative exams during the last week of school). Woke up at 430AM for my 630 flight. Boring sleepy flights, until I thought, ahhhh! I'm going to see Charlie in half an hour. And of course that thought is just too crazy, like since when do I see him ever? He picked me up, (because of course my parents couldn't since it's their suprise) and then we had a pleasant afternoon at Zilker. I learned that I should be a percussionist and play xylophone. I wasn't sure when I should get home, because I didn't know mom's work schedule or which days she goes to the gym. I didn't want to be home incase it would freak her out and have her think that I'm not me but was someone else robbing the house. So we waited until about 4 to go home, and we were so awesome with our secret spy sense, that we got there about 5 minutes after she got home. And my neighbor kids (can't remember how old they are, 8ish?) were playing basketball or whatever outside, and they ran up and gave me hugs. Cute! (especially because I'm way taller than they and I'm never taller than anyone) So I ring the doorbell, and after a few times, I think, oh shoot, where is she?! And then she starts walking to the door, and was totally suprised. And then she did the whole Asian mom thing of offering her whole pantry to Charlie and me.

But being home isn't that great, parents aren't that great together. I'm already looking forward to go to Galveston. I could avoid them by nonstop studying for GREs when I'm here, I guess. At least tomorrow I'm making bagels :)